The Temptress (51 page)

‘We’ll be back soon,’ Luc advised in a
reassuring tone, as he reached over to squeeze my hand as he roared down the
drive. ‘You need to have a rest this afternoon before the party. You are tired
and emotional.’

‘That’s because my amorous French husband woke
up horny in the middle of the night and exhausted me with a number of orgasms,’
I reminded him, with a happy smile.

‘I shall never tire of giving you orgasms or hearing
you call me husband,’ he beamed, showing me those gorgeous white teeth and deep
dimples.

‘Are you looking forward to your fortieth party?’
I asked, as he was forced to return his hand to the gearstick, so I put mine on
his muscular thigh, leaning my cheek on the cool leather of the headrest so I
could drink in his handsome side profile and watch how masterfully he handled
the powerful car.

‘It may not even be my birthday today,’ he
reminded me, making my heart ache. He was listed on the French abandoned babies
register, so they’d had to estimate the day he’d been born for his birth
certificate. His name had been chosen by the nurse appointed to look after him,
his birth certificate only had the social workers signature, no parents details.
His place of birth had been listed as Paris, as that was where he’d been found,
wrapped in a blue blanket in front the emergency doors of the hospital. All
attempts by the authorities to use CCTV to locate his mother had failed and no
one had come forward to claim him, or report a pregnant mother whose baby had suddenly
disappeared.

‘It
is
your birthday today. It’s the day
that a nurse discovered you, took you in, named you and cared for you until she
had to give you to your first foster family. So that’s a day I’ll always
celebrate, because despite
hating
the painfully hard journey you had in
life, it meant that it led you to me. Because of that day I have two beautiful
children, a gorgeous home and an amazing husband, who never skimps on love, for
any of us. So this year, just like every other year, we’re going to celebrate
having Luc Le Grand in our lives.’

‘Thank you,’ he said quietly, letting out a
quick breath and shaking off his melancholy. ‘You always know the right thing to
say to make me remember how lucky I am. But we now have three children,’ he
reminded me, reaching over to place a protective gentle hand on my stomach.

‘Which is your maximum quota,’ I reminded him.
‘I told you we’d fill two of those spare bedrooms, so this is it. No more.’

‘We will see,’ he grinned as we headed out of
our gates and hit the main road to head to our four month scan appointment.

He held my left hand in his as his right
stroked my hair, while his brown eyes held my gaze, reassuring me.

‘So what are you hoping we’ll have?’ I asked as
we waited for the sonographer.

‘This time another boy. It appears that Tristan
wants to study to be a vet and I’d like a boy to follow in my footsteps.’

‘What about Lottie?’ I gasped. ‘Who’s to say
that she wouldn’t be able to take on your business and what do you mean by
this
time
? I told you this is it, no more.’

‘Please, with her looks, she will be the next
Temptress. She will be taking over your business as the chief distracter of
men. Like her mother no man will be able to take his eyes off her. So I’d like
a boy who I can start teaching when he is still young. And then I’d like
another girl.’

‘Four children,’ I groaned. ‘Not happening. Do
you want no sex life at all?’

‘We have Claire to look after them when we are
busy, Mrs Pattison can do all of the cooking, Ruby does all of the housework
and Violet is more than equipped to handle Sweet Temptation with you checking
in once a week, you will still have time to be at my beck and call.’

‘Luc Le Grand,’ I protested with a giggle.

‘You know that it is hardly a chore to be at my
beck and call Mrs. Le Grand, surely an additional child or two is a small price
to pay for what I can offer in return?’ He bent down to whisper something in
French in my ear, making me blush and groan at the same time.

‘
That
you can do tonight,
that
is
definitely no chore.’ I reached up to touch his cheek as I kissed him, breaking
away as the door opened. He squeezed my hand tightly. I was worried. I’d found
these last few weeks difficult, I was more nauseous, I was getting pain in my
side, I was bigger and my last HCG levels weren’t normal. There was no history
in my family of any condition that would put me at risk of an ectopic
pregnancy, but the thought was in the back of my mind and had been worrying me
for the last week, meaning my blood pressure had gone up, leading to Luc
monitoring me constantly and wrapping me in cotton wool. I kept my eyes on his reassuring
ones, as they smeared the cold gel and got to work.

It was dark when Luc woke me up from my sleep
in the car, to confirm we were home. I was tired and emotional after the scan results,
both of us had cried and he’d just sat holding me telling me everything would
be ok, that we’d be able to handle this unexpected news. We’d arrived home late
and the drive was full of cars. He insisted on scooping me up and carrying me
into the house, where everyone had gathered in the hall, looking at us
expectantly, Lottie bouncing up and down excitedly.

‘Well? Boy or girl?’ Mum asked, desperation for
news written all over her face. I took a deep breath and smiled.

‘Both,’ I replied, still not sure the news had
fully sunk in. The hospital were at a loss as to how the previous sonographer
had missed that I was carrying twins during my three month scan.

‘You’re having a hermaphrodite baby?’ gasped
Dom. All the adults turned to roll their eyes at him, as Coco punched his arm.

‘No wonder you had to make yourself a career as
a male model, Lulu got all of the brains in the womb. She’s having twins,
dumbass. Another mini Dom and Lulu. I told her she was too big for one frog in
the oven.’

‘
Two
frogs in the oven?’ he exclaimed,
looking at us for confirmation. I nodded as some emotional tears rolled down my
cheeks. ‘That’s a whole load of haw he haws,’ he laughed, as everyone started
cheering and clapping, Luc’s chest puffing with pride as he looked down at me,
still suspended in his arms.

‘I told you I was used to getting my way, ma
belle. Now we only need two more to fill the remaining bedrooms. Then I can build
an extension for Claire and the guests.’

‘Over my dead body,’ I warned with a giggle, as
he carefully set me down and swept an excited Lottie up in his arms, as
everyone surged forwards to congratulate us and I was passed from one person to
the next.

‘I know you only wanted one more, but this is
so exciting,’ Coco grinned as she hugged me tightly. ‘You know I’ll help as
much as I can, your brother is as much use as a chocolate fireguard.’

‘Excuse me, Uncle Dom is extremely useful. He’s
the cool one who shows Tristan the latest handshakes and can line him up with
super-hot models when he’s older.’

‘Well if that’s all you have to offer, then you’re
shit outta luck when it comes to who holds the best Godparent card here,’ Coco
warned him, as she stepped back to let him come and clasp my face and plant a
soft kiss my forehead. ‘I can design beautiful jewellery for gorgeous little
Lottie, warn her about the tricks men try to pull to get in her knickers when
she’s older, as she’ll be a stunner just like her Mum,
and
teach Tristan
how to be charming, respectful and the ways to woo a woman without being crude
or vulgar. I’m a far more valuable commodity in their lives.’

‘You’re
both
extremely valuable and
important in their lives, mine and Luc’s too. Just think, one day at school,
they might meet another Coco and form a bond as close as ours,’ I smiled at my
two best friends.

‘Close?’ tutted Dom with a roll of his eyes.
‘Can’t stand the bloody woman, I only put up with her for you, little sis.’ He
winked and wrapped his arm around Coco’s waist, pulling her close and kissing
her temple.

‘Hate you too,’ replied Coco, kissing his
cheek.

‘How’s Hunter?’ I asked with a wiggle of my
eyebrows, watching her blush.

‘As potty mouthed as ever and thankfully in
Antwerp securing more diamonds for Havershams,’ she replied.

‘Congratulations, Lulu,’ Calvin called as he
headed over to give me a hug and kiss then bit his lip as he looked at Dom, who
grinned, nodded and took his hand.

‘What’s going on? You’re scheming.’ I knew my
brother’s faces, he was hiding something. He winked and dragged Calvin off.

‘Hot gay sex,’ nodded Coco. ‘Can you imagine
their babies too? Phew.’

‘No, it’s not sex, he has his serious face on,’
I replied, as we watched them start to head up the stairs.

‘Ladies, gentlemen and Princess Lottie, please
can I have your attention,’ Dom called, as they stopped halfway up the stairs
looking down at us all, while the waiters we’d hired for the night walked
around with silver serving trays of a l’apėritif of Champagne and stuffed
olives. ‘It’s a treble celebration tonight. Please raise your glasses to my
brother-in-law, and one of my best friends, Luc Le Grand on his fortieth
birthday. Also to him and my amazing baby sister on their incredible news
today, let’s all wish them every success with this pregnancy, I can’t wait to
meet my new nephew and niece,’ Dom announced raising his glass as Luc squeezed
his way through to my side, slipping his arm around my waist, giving me a kiss
as everyone clapped and cheered. I rested my head on his firm chest, my whole
body tingling to have him so close, his masculine scent filling my nostrils and
leaving me longing to drag him up to the bedroom. ‘Now, I sincerely hope that
you’re all free next Valentine’s night,’ continued Dom as the noise died down.
‘As I’ve asked Calvin to marry me and you’re all invited to Las Vegas for the stag
party and wedding event of the year.’

‘O my God,’ I gasped as I looked at Coco
stunned, I didn’t have to ask to know it was a surprise to her too, her face
was a picture. ‘My brother’s getting married!’ I laughed, as everyone clapped
and the two of them kissed on the stairs. The fact they’d been together for
five years was amazing enough, but marriage? I wiped my eyes, God damn these
pregnancy hormones.

‘Papa, je ne peux pas voir,’ came Lottie’s
voice. I looked down to see her jumping up and down trying to see what was
going on, so Luc hoisted her up onto his shoulders, making her squeal with
delight, as Dom and Calvin came down to receive their congratulations.

‘Best birthday of my life,’ Luc winked at me,
making me laugh, he said it every year. ‘You look tired, dinner won’t be for
another hour, I want you to go and lie down, have a small siesta.’

‘Luc, it’s rude, everyone’s here to see us,
besides I slept in the car,’ I objected and saw his eyes narrow in disapproval.

‘Do not argue with me, Lulu. Your blood
pressure is higher than it should be and I won’t tolerate any arguments. If you
do not go and rest now, I will carry you up,’ he warned, as he lifted Lottie
off his shoulders and set her down.

‘Fine,’ I sighed. He was right, we were having
a traditional French seven course dinner, which would go on for a few hours. I
didn’t want to miss that because he thought I’d overdone it, I loved when we
had everyone around and could make use of the dining room, sitting for ages as
we all caught up on each other’s news. I left everyone celebrating as I headed
up to our bedroom, slipping off my ballerina pumps as I adjusted the pillows
and sat back against them on top of duvet. I smiled happily as I looked up at
the black and white photo of me holding Lottie just after she was born, with
Luc on one side and Tristan on the other, the three of us looking so proud and
happy. We were going to need to expand to another wall for our photographs with
another two additions to the family.

‘Why are you not lying down, in the bed,
asleep?’ came Luc’s stern voice as he stood in the doorway frowning at me, that
sexy furrow in his brow.

‘I’m too excited to sleep, we’re having twins,
it’s your big birthday, my brother’s getting married and everyone I love is
under one roof. How do you expect me to sleep?’ I sighed, giving him my best
pout. He laughed and covered his eyes.

‘Stop, our daughter has the same hypnotic
ability, but you know what your beautiful pools of molten lava do to me.’

‘So, we have a rare bit of alone time, come and
do something about it,’ I invited with a flirtatious wink. ‘You know how
quickly an orgasm relaxes me, and how fast you can get me there with that dirty
mouth of yours.’

‘Me, a dirty mouth?’ he grinned as he closed
the door.

‘
Very
dirty,’ I purred, my body heating
up in an instant at the thought of it. How did we still have this chemistry
between us after so long? We knew each other’s bodies so well, but the
electricity between us was still as strong as that day he pinned me to the wall
of the club in Paris and told me his intentions. I felt my nipples swelling as
my breathing started to pick up pace, my eyes scanning his toned body and
lingering on the swelling in his trousers. Just like that I needed him inside
me again and I wanted it hard, fast and raw.

‘Don’t look at me like that,’ he groaned as he
reached down to grasp his erection.

‘Like what?’ I asked, aiming for innocence, but
failing miserably, he knew me too well.

‘Like a starving tigress on heat,’ he growled
as he approached the bottom of the bed, his eyes igniting with passion as he
spotted my large pointed nipples pressing against the fabric of my dress. ‘What
do you want, ma belle? Do you want me to use my fingers, to circle that
sensitive clit of yours, to plunge in and out, to press against your g-spot as
my tongue is in your mouth? Or maybe you prefer my fingers on your ripe
breasts, teasing and pulling those nipples as I bury my face into your swollen,
wet cunt and lick your clit until you clamp those creamy skinned thighs around
my ears and tug at my hair calling out my name? Non,’ he chuckled. ‘I can see
it all over your face, today you crave my large cock. You want it inside you, maybe
you want me to throw your legs over my shoulders as I power deep inside you, my
pelvis slamming against your clit again and again. You want a rough quickie, don’t
you?’