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She often had sophisticated parties, with debutantes coming and going from the mansion, the wealthy women getting grabby and doe-eyed around me, acting out their sexy gardener fantasies, I had no doubt, but the gruff, cranky, overbearing asshole in me usually kept them at bay. But Scarlet wasn’t like any of those women, actually, I’ve never met a woman like her before in my life. She was a shy little thing who made me want to play and protect, the red blush and that innocent look in her eyes were sexy as hell. I couldn’t help smiling when she talked to me, I don’t think I had never smiled that long in my entire life. She looked so…cute…standing there with flaming red hair all wild and that cute little blush. I’d chuckled when she said her name, Scarlet. It suited her so well. She seemed to burn with a red-hot fire in a small package.
Petite rouge
.

I thrust a hand through my hair, stalking off around the corner of the house, my mind still on the pretty little redheaded thing. I hadn’t been with a woman in years, and in truth, I hadn’t missed it much. Not until now.
 

I turned, about to grab the shovel I’d come for, when I caught a glimpse of the gorgeous little woman walking away shaking that hot little ass. I just wanted to take a bite out of it. Dammit, she was so sexy. If I wasn’t careful, I would become consumed with having her in my bed and on my cock. I bet she would look so hot naked, all that milky white skin with the long fiery curls raging around her body.
 

If Scarlet didn’t stay away from me, I would become consumed by her. There was something about her that made me lose all perspective. I wondered what she would sound like while I buried my tongue deep in her, tasting her sweetness, smelling her scent. I wanted my cock deep in her throat and then buried in what I envisaged was the sweetest pussy imaginable. I wanted her scent to surround me.
 

I groaned quietly, then stalked off in the other direction, taking the long way back to my project in the backyard just to avoid her. It seems I’d need to do a lot of avoiding the next few weeks if I was going to keep my hands off her. Just feeling her form pressed against mine had launched lust into my system like never before, she just looked so damn sweet and felt so incredibly soft.
 

After spending most of the day finishing up the brick patio, complete with hand-designed and carefully crafted furniture, I packed up my tools, eager to get home. I was desperate for a shower, layers of grime and sweat covering my skin, but a sense of satisfaction was embedded deep in my bones. Ms. Fair had given me free rein to design things the way I saw fit, which made me even more motivated to make sure things were made to perfection.

Working for her was a complete joy. She was so vibrant and full of life, and a part of me thought she was a little bit on the dirty old bird side. I swear I caught her checking out my ass on more than one occasion.
 

I dropped the bag of tools into my truck and headed for the front door. The lady of the house had told me to stop by after dinner, which was why I’d chosen to work right through it, before I stopped in to check the architectural plans she’d laid out for a greenhouse in the orchard.
 

I tapped on the door lightly before stepping in, having felt more than welcomed in all these years I’d been coming here. Ms. Fair had always been generous, and in some ways, I felt more at home here than anywhere else, she had a way of making someone feel really at ease.
 

I took a few tentative steps into the great foyer, peeking around an open doorway to find the formal dining room empty.
 

“Oh, I suppose you’ve come for the blueprints. Give me just a minute, Beau.” Ms. Fair appeared out of another door, a small smile on her face as she shuffled through a small side table. “The patio looks gorgeous, even better than I’d envisioned.” Though her body may look weak, her smile was strong, and her eyes still danced.
 

She passed me the roll of paper. “Thank you.”
 

I nodded. “Hearing you say that makes all the hard work worth it. I think the hardwood you picked will weather nicely.” I was caught off guard when Scarlet came around the corner, waves of her fiery hair falling over one shoulder. My brain automatically went to thoughts of how those locks would feel in my fist as I kissed her so hard I bruised her lips. Those lips could make a man fall to his knees begging to just get a taste.
 

“Oh, Scarlet, meet Beau Loup. He owns the company that maintains the grounds. He puts those muscles to good use taking care of this place.” Ms. Fair’s papery palm pressed at my forearm as she winked at her granddaughter.
 

“I’ve already had the pleasure of meeting your stunning granddaughter.” I smiled at Scarlet, desperate to see the blush rise to her face. She was so adorable standing there, shuffling her feet. My smile got wider as I thought how much this sweet girl wanted to run for the hills with embarrassment.
 

“Mr. Loup was so kind to catch me when I stumbled.” Scarlet’s honeyed voice floated between us.
 

“As I said, it was my pleasure. It isn’t every day that a guy can play a knight in shining armor.”
 

“I was just headed for bed, these days take a lot out of me, but I was just telling Scarlet my plans for the greenhouse. I thought maybe you could show her our plans before you head off for the night?” The elder woman’s warm eyes danced with mischief as she gazed up at me, batting her lashes. I smiled, thinking how she must have had men wrapped around her finger when she was young. She certainly had the charm now.
 

“Well...” I rubbed at the back of my neck, wondering what in the hell she was up to. I’d been working outside in the sun all day, probably stank like a pig and wasn’t the most presentable to entertain her gorgeous granddaughter.
 

“I don’t want to keep you out late, Mr. Loup. I’m positive you’re tired from working all day and evening out in the sun.” Scarlet’s ocean-blue gaze locked on mine.
 

I think my heart nearly fell on the fucking floor. “No, it’s no trouble at all.” I squeezed the old woman’s hand and placed a soft kiss on it.
 

“Thank you so much, Beau. I know she’s in good hands.” Ms. Fair patted my arm as Scarlet approached, the lavender scent of her hair filling my nostrils and making my cock stand at attention.

“Sure, not a problem. Have a good night.” I nodded at her just as Scarlet slipped her hand through the crook of my elbow. Nerves popped and fizzled with her gentle touch, and it took everything in me not to pull her against my body and fuck her mouth with my tongue.

“Have a nice walk, loves,” Ms. Fair called before heading up the stairs slowly, leaving me and her granddaughter alone.
 

“I appreciate you doing this, Mr. Loup.”

Without saying a word, I opened the door, standing in a position that ensured she’d have to brush against me as she passed. As she walked by me to head outside, I felt her breast brush up against me, and I nearly lost my mind. I wondered if my presence affected her the way she affected me, one look at her and I could feel myself coming undone. “You can call me Beau, you know. Actually, I think I would like to see my first name rolling off your tongue.” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, and suddenly the most beautiful thing happened…I saw her smile.
 

“Well, Beau, thank you for showing me—”

“It’s completely my pleasure,
petite rouge
.” My eyes crawled down her neck, landing at the soft V of her cleavage. Her full round tits begged for my hands, I wanted to palm them and taste her succulent pebbled nipples with my tongue. “Scarlet, it’s really my pleasure, girls like you don’t come by everyday. You are enchanting.” I pressed a hand across her collarbone, trailing my fingertips at the hollow of her throat, delighting in the hot dew of her skin.
 

I turned to put the blueprints in my car, but when I turned back to look at her face, she was gone.
 

“Fuck!” I grunted, frantic to find her.

THREE

Scarlet

I sped down the damp grass, heading for the house and the comforting warmth of my bed. Beau Loup was the most striking, charming, terrifying man I’d ever met. I’d never before felt the things he’d just made me feel in the pit of my stomach.
 

I pushed a hand through my hair, finally feeling my heart calm enough to allow me to think rationally before I reached the house. I stopped at the newly remodeled patio, resting my eyes as I leaned against the weathered wooden bench and went over his words in my head.
 

I was curious about his past, his history on the estate. I made a mental note to probe Gran for some answers about the mysterious Beau Loup tomorrow.
 

I looked up at the sky, marveling at the thousands of stars sparkling in my vision, before I heard soft footsteps in the grass. Sheltered next to a tall juniper, I tucked myself into the branches hanging over the bench, trying everything I could to disappear as Beau approached the house. I watched him as he stalked by, the hard line of his jaw and ripped bulges of his biceps highlighted by the silvery moon.
 

He was devastatingly gorgeous, so rugged, and manly. I’d seen him pull up his shirt earlier while he drank from the water faucet, and my mouth was nearly salivating again at the memory. I was drawn to him, and as much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t. He was larger than life and took up the space around him and swallowed all the air in the vicinity. When he was around, I felt powerless, like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place and too scared to move.
 

I sighed softly, shifting in the quiet night when Beau finally rounded the corner, and I was safe. He hadn’t seen me, but strangely an unexpected wave of disappointment churned through me. Despite everything, Beau Loup had cast his spell on me.

I spent the next few mornings with thoughts of Beau floating weightlessly in my head but lying heavy in my heart. I couldn’t get the flirty, sexy man off my mind. He’d been busy working on the greenhouse all hours of the day and hadn’t been up to the big house since the night I freaked out and ran away from him. My thoughts had run wild in the hours since then, and I was more than a little ashamed that I’d taken to spending afternoons tucked up in my bedroom, trying to catch a glimpse of him working, from my perch high above the grounds.
 

Finally, after days of confinement in the house, I slipped out after dinner, dusk just kissing the horizon, and headed for a walk through Gran’s glorious gardens. I did my best to avoid the orchard and headed the opposite way, sucking in the heady scent of lilacs, trailing my fingers along the rows of evergreens that lined one garden wall. My mind wandered to Beau. The warmth in his eyes from the first time we’d met haunted me. Despite his charming and rather cocky exterior, there seemed to be something deep lingering in his eyes. I wasn’t the kind of girl that really craved a man, but the touch of his skin against mine made me feel differently. Made me feel like I’d never felt before. I kept walking, my mind drifting off to school girl fantasies of his broad body pushing against mine as he kissed me, the slow probe of his tongue working my mouth and sending my body into a blaze.

The garden path dipped to the right, and I was surprised to come across a small bubbling pond stocked with fish, a beautiful, intricately wrought wooden bench perched at one edge.
 

I smiled to myself as I took a seat and ran my hands along the wood grain, wondering if Beau had crafted this piece too, his hands working the wood until it shone with beauty and character. My heart flitted in excitement as I remembered the way his cocky grin lifted one corner of his mouth and his eyes twinkled in mischievous amusement. The low tenor of his voice never failed to send butterflies racing in my stomach, his words dampening my panties. I swallowed the excitement clutching at my throat and slowly pulled the thin fabric of my summer dress up my legs.
 

My hands slid up my thighs, and I worked the flesh in slow circles, inching higher until I reached the elastic of my underwear. I slipped a finger underneath the band and teased at the hot flesh, a soft sigh falling from my lips as my eyes fell closed and my thoughts fell on him.
 

“Beau…” I slipped another finger beneath my panties and dragged the digits through the slick flesh between my legs. “Beau!” I cried, arching my hips off the bench as I massaged my sensitive clit. The muscles in my body bunched tightly, and I bit down hard on my lip as I felt something slowly building in the far reaches of my body. Like a slow chugging locomotive, it gathered energy and strength until my fingertips sped on instinct and I pushed harder against the hot flesh, chasing the release.


Petite rouge
.” His growl hit my ears before my eyes fluttered open and I saw Beau Loup standing at my feet, eyes trained on my aroused body. “Jesus, aren’t you the sexist thing I have ever seen?”
 

Beau closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, his body spreading over mine on the bench, one hand pushing into my thick hair, the other roaming my torso like he was looking for buried treasure. “Fuck, I can smell how turned on you are.” He placed fevered kisses along my collarbone as his hand spread my thighs, nestling his body between my legs. “You are so beautiful, from the second I saw you I knew I had to have you.” His gravelly tone sent shivers burning through my clit.

“Beau,” I sighed when he flexed his rigid length against my center, only the flimsy barrier of fabric separating us.
 

“That’s it,
ma petite rouge
, show me how I make this sweet body feel.” His palm crawled up my throat and held my cheek in his grip before he licked across the seam of my lips with his deft tongue. A slow tremor ripped through my body, and I vaguely wondered if it was possible to have an orgasm without direct stimulation because I was pretty sure I just had from his tongue. “Tell me you want me, too. I need to know that.” My eyes grew big at his words, as shallow breaths wracked my body. “I want to know that you need me, because if I don’t have you soon, I will go out of my mind.”
 

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