The Temptress (32 page)

I peeled back the delicate, embossed lingerie
tissue paper and gasped to see the most beautiful, and expensive, gold lace underwear.
A small V-string, with cut out details at the back and a stunning corset, with
white embroidery on the front. I quickly got dressed in the matching items and
did a spin. These little knickers were very sexy and cheeky, in more ways than
one. The corset fitted perfectly, lifting my breasts as high as they could be.
I wondered if they were from Luc and opened the second box, nearly bursting
into tears as I saw the contents. A cream Chanel hat, leather gloves and a
black cashmere scarf. An exact match to the ones he’d purchased me in Paris on
our date. Surely these couldn’t be the same ones? He couldn’t have kept them
all this time? But if he hadn’t, how had he remembered what they looked like,
or got these items which would have been discontinued by now? I cursed as I
looked at the time and quickly did up my shoes, buttoned the shirt and buckled
the belt. A spritz of perfume and some chunky silver bangles, courtesy of Coco
and I was done. I packed my phone and some nude gloss in my clutch, along with
some tissues and headed out to reception, only to receive a whistle from Mike
and approving nod from Violet.

‘Looking good,’ Mike nodded.

‘Thank you,’ I blushed.

‘You got your presents from Mr. Le Grand then?’
grinned Violet.

‘I certainly did,’ I nodded, wondering how he
knew my size, both items fitted me perfectly. I saw Violet giggle and quickly
rearrange the papers on her desk.

‘You!’ I laughed. ‘You sorted these?’

‘No, but I may have assisted with leaking your
sizes. It was all him, they arrived at lunch time and I kept them to the last
minute to surprise you with. What was in the other box?’

‘Some things he gave me when we first met, that
I left with him. It seems he kept them.’

‘Wow, that’s so romantic,’ she sighed. ‘Holding
onto the memories of you until he had you again.’

‘Love sick,’ coughed Mike under his breath,
earning himself a scowl from both of us. Violet was right, it was so romantic.

‘So, where are you going tonight?’ Vi asked.

‘To pick him up from the hotel, Mike’s sure he
can lose any tail, but Luc won’t tell me where we’re going.’

‘Well we’d better leave now in case I need to
take any measures, the limo isn’t as fast as the Merc,’ Mike confirmed.
‘Otherwise we’ll be late.’

‘Can’t have that,’ I replied with a shake of my
head. ‘He’s a stickler for punctuality.’

‘Have an amazing time and don’t worry if you
need some time out this week, I can cover. You never take a break and you have
a lot on your plate.’ Violet smiled at me as she came around to give me a hug.

‘Well if you’re sure, I could do with taking a
day out tomorrow and maybe Friday?’

‘Consider annual leave granted,’ she winked,
making me laugh. ‘See you Wednesday then, but I expect a call with all the
salacious details.’

‘That’s you, Coco
and
Dom then, I
definitely need a day off,’ I replied with a roll of my eyes.

‘Details for me too,’ suggested Mike with a
cheeky smile.

‘Dream on!’ I laughed.

The closer we got to The Domville the more
nervous I felt. I still had anxiety rolling around in my stomach from my run in
with Myrtille this afternoon, which didn’t help, but Luc was expecting sex
tonight and I felt all this pressure. I hadn’t had good sex in six years. What
if it didn’t live up to expectations, for either of us? What if we’d had our
quota of amazing sex in that one unbelievable night and it was never going to
compare again? I shook my head, I was being ridiculous, no one with chemistry
like we had could have bad sex. Even just holding his hand did things to my
body, Christ, just thinking about him now had me totally aroused. I could feel
the dull ache in my heavy breasts, the tingle in my stiffening nipples, the
throb of my clit and how swollen and wet I felt.

‘We’re nearly there,’ Mike announced over his
shoulder. ‘I’ll put up the privacy screen. You know the button to press if you
need my attention.’

‘Thanks, Mike, I really appreciate you doing
this for me,’ I confirmed.

‘No problem, I enjoy it. Not quite as
exhilarating as my former career, but far less risky.’

‘Yes, well best we don’t mention that,’ I
smiled, catching his eye in the rear view mirror. He grinned and the black
glass screen rose up to separate us.
Getaway driver, honestly
, I
thought. It was a good job I hadn’t been aware, or I’d never have hired him,
but he was too good to let go. I checked my watch as Mike pulled up in front of
The Domville’s revolving doors. Dead on time, he was good. I sent Luc a quick
text to let him know we were waiting and less than sixty seconds later I saw
him striding from the direction of the bar and through the lobby. I gulped to
see him. He cut such a commanding presence with his six foot two muscular
frame. His dark hair had that
just got out of bed
sexy mussed up style
that I loved so much and he looked more relaxed than he had since he’d
inadvertently fallen back into my life. I was dreading the conversation I
needed to have with him about his wife, he wasn’t going to be happy. He nodded
to the doorman as he exited via the side door and reached up to undo the button
on his tailored charcoal suit. He was tieless, his crisp white shirt had a few
buttons undone at the neck, exposing a little of that broad chest of his. God
he was so beautiful. I’d instructed Mike to stay in the car, in case Myrtille
had anyone watching and recognised him as my employee, so Luc stepped off the
curb and let himself inside. I took a deep calming breath as his delicious
scent invaded my nostrils when he reached over to close the door behind him and
Mike immediately pulled away.

I felt my cheeks turn a deep shade of puce as I
looked around at him through my lashes, to see his chest heaving, orange flames
of desire burning in his eyes and before I knew what was happening, my seat
belt had been undone and I was straddling his lap, his forceful and demanding
tongue plunging deeply into my mouth. His hands were straight up my shirt,
slipping up to cup my bottom, his fingers kneading my flesh hard, mine tangling
in his hair, pulling it to keep his mouth on mine. The temperature in the limo
had shot up several degrees in seconds, my heart was pumping at flat out sprint
pace and a bellyful of arousal pooled between my thighs, not to mention how
fast his cock unfurled, pressing through the few bits of material separating
our aching groins. I released his hair, reaching down to unzip his trousers. He
moved to bite my neck, kissing in the spot he’d discovered all those years ago,
as if he’d memorised it, making me moan. He grunted as my fingers slid through
the gap in his boxers, grasping his erection. I didn’t dare look down at it,
had he really been this large or had he grown?

“Every time you have sex and you lie there
wondering if his tiny prick is even inside you, you’ll question what it would
have been like to have this inside you.”
That’s what Luc had said to me
when he’d walked away that first night in Paris, sensing my hesitation. He was
right, none of the men I’d been with, before or since, had anything on what I
was holding in my hand right now. I felt his finger pluck the material of the
string, sliding it to the side as he groaned to feel how swollen and wet I was
for him. I shifted my hips slightly, to position him at my clenching entrance.

‘Tell me you’re on the pill,’ he uttered, with
me thinking it was a bit late to be worrying about that given we already had a
child, but this time I was, I’d been careful ever since that moment of madness.

‘Yes,’ I confirmed, then screamed as he grasped
my hips and forced them downwards, slamming himself up inside me. My whole body
trembled as my muscles tried to adjust to the size of him inside me, every
nerve ending that he touched sizzling, burning with pleasure. I rippled around
him as we both breathed heavily, while he gave me a moment to try to catch my
breath, then before I knew it his mouth was on mine, claiming it possessively,
as he used his powerful arms to lift me up and down on his cock, which I swear
was still growing.

‘Merde,’ he mumbled into my mouth as my fingers
locked behind his neck. I broke our lip lock as my head dropped back, cries of
pleasure bursting from my mouth, incoherent garbles. I used my thighs to push
myself down onto him harder, before he lifted me again, over and over. Had I
ever felt this full or satisfied since him? Even without an orgasm yet? I
sincerely doubted it, but I was already building towards the precipice of a
fall so steep I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

‘Luc,’ I moaned, my body starting to stiffen as
a tingle raced up my spine and into my head.

‘Lulu,’ he groaned in return. ‘It’s been too
long, I need … mon Dieu, I need to … come. Tell me you’re close?’ he demanded. I
tried to reply, but it was too late, all my focus was centred on the feeling of
indescribable pleasure blossoming out from my core. I spasmed against him, his
hands quickly moving up to my shoulders to support me. I felt tears of
happiness rolling down my cheeks as he roared and I felt a warmth spreading
inside me, as I slumped forwards onto his shoulder gasping for air, the noise
of his groans filling my ears. ‘Ma belle, tu es incroyable, still incredible.
Are you ok?’

‘Hmmm,’ I managed to groan, making him chuckle.
He carefully sat me up, one hand reaching up to grasp my chin, as his thumb
swept back and forth over my lip.

‘So beautiful, even more beautiful than I
remembered with this flush of sex on your cheeks. O how I have missed you, ma
belle. If you come so easily with such a pitiful display of control on my part,
imagine how good we will be together when I have regained my former legendary
stamina.’

I nodded, blinking a few times to focus my
vision. Christ, we hadn’t even taken the time to get undressed. That was
hot.
He chuckled and released my chin, pulling a white cotton handkerchief out of
his top jacket pocket, then lifted me up off him, sitting me back on his knees.
While I clung to his shoulders for support, given the limo was gently swaying
as we drove to our destination, he used his thumb to hold my string aside and
gently wiped me clean. When he was done he kissed me, then sat me back down
next to him, quickly wiping himself and shoving the piece of damp cotton in the
bin in front of him.

‘Wow,’ I whispered.

‘Hmmm,’ he agreed, kissing me again as he
reached past me to grab the seat belt buckle, quickly pulling it across my body
and locking me in, then did his own. He picked up my hand, threading his
fingers through mine as he lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

‘Hello,’ he grinned.

‘Hi,’ I smiled back. ‘That was quite the
welcome.’

‘I have plenty more wel
comes
in me,’ he
winked cheekily. I laughed.

‘I don’t doubt you do.’

‘I’m not selfish, for every time I come, I
intend to give you many more in future,’ he nodded, rubbing his thumb back and
forth across my hand.

‘Who says we’re doing that again? I came to
talk, that’s very presumptuous and over confident of you.’

‘I told you many years ago, it is only over
confidence if you feel the need to exaggerate your abilities. I do not. I am
not confident, I am positive that we are going to spend the rest of our lives
doing that.’

‘Has anyone ever told you you’re very romantic
under this domineering exterior?’ I sighed as I looked up at him, sure that adoration
was glowing in my eyes.

‘Non. I never have been.’

‘Well you are. You send me beautiful flowers,
expensive lingerie and … and …’ I blew out a breath as I thought of my Chanel
accessories.

‘You were happy to have them back?’ he murmured
as he lifted my hand to his lips, reading my mind.

‘They’re not the same ones, surely?’ I
enquired, searching his eyes for the truth.

‘Of course they are. I could not bring myself
to part with them, they were all I had to remind me of you. I was distraught
when the scent of you on the scarf faded.’

‘Luc,’ I whispered, squeezing his hand tightly,
overcome with emotion at his depth of feelings for me. ‘Please tell me you
weren’t sniffing my ripped knickers for days as well?’ I teased, trying to
lighten this intensely deep moment.

‘No,’ he laughed. ‘Though I did regret throwing
them out with the remains of our Cantonese.’