act like a normal human being and make it through a meal with him sitting next to her? Especially after all the intimacies they shared last night. And how in the hell could she be expected to keep her hands to herself, knowing how amazing that toned body felt beneath her fingertips…between her legs?
Her thighs quivered in erotic delight as she indulged in the provocative slide show.
Even though last evening was just supposed to be one hot night of fantasy sex, she knew she wanted to be with him again. She also knew this wasn’t the time to be worrying about getting in too deep. She’d deal with that later because right now was time for fun and fantasies and dammit she planned on spending the rest of her vacation indulging in as many as she could.
She took a moment to recall the way Mitch lavished her with so much attention. Indulging her wayward thoughts, she envisioned his tender lips on hers again, his cock inside her cunt, stroking deeply as they both reached earth-shattering orgasms. Suddenly, her mind raced with indecent thoughts—thoughts like getting him in the pool house again and fulfilling a few of his fantasies, the same way he’d fulfilled hers.
A smile touched her lips. What was that he said about tying her up and spanking her? Oh yeah, she mused, her mind plotting and tweaking the details of her own sexy seduction. Maybe it was time to give the fantasy man his own private fantasy. One he wouldn’t soon forget.
Dressed in a hot red barely there dress that dipped into her cleavage, Sara drew a sharp breath as she, along with her friends, entered Chez Frontenac, the finest French restaurant in Chicago.
She turned to Cassie and spoke in a whisper. “You must have booked this months ago. I hear this place is harder to get into than Fort Knox.”
Cassie smiled and gave her a wink. “Not when you have connections.”
Sara adjusted her black evening bag under her arm, stepped farther into the foyer, and soaked in the elegant ambience. “You have connections?” she asked, brow arched. “Do tell.”
Before Cassie had time to answer, Megan stepped up beside her, eyes opened wide and glowing like a child’s on Christmas morning. A hand over her chest, she gasped and said, “This is Lucien Beaufort’s restaurant.”
Cassie nodded. “Yes. Do you know him?”
“Yes, I know him. Well, I don’t really know him, not really—” She stopped midsentence to wring her hands together. Seemingly flustered and excited at the same time, Megan babbled on. “Not personally, anyway. But his reputation precedes him.”
Following Megan’s lead, Sara glanced around the cozy restaurant. Soft light and rich decor set the mood for elegance and seduction. Strategically placed candles and minilights created warmth and comfort while rich orange and pink hues played off the plush velvet upholstery.
Megan turned to face Sara. “Ohmigod, Sara, I’d give a kidney to meet Lucien.”
Cassie chuckled and touched her arm to draw her attention. “I don’t think you need to go to such extremes, Megan. I’ll try to introduce you to Lucien a little later on if he’s not too busy.”
Megan’s jaw practically hit the floor. Face animated, she rushed on. “You will? Really? Cassie, you have got to be kidding me. And if you are, you really shouldn’t kid about such things.”
Sara chuckled and hugged Megan to calm her down. “Relax, honey.” She turned to Cassie. “Imagine how she’d act if she ever had the chance to work under him?”
Megan shot her a frown. “Don’t even joke about such a thing, Sara.”
“So how do you know him, Cassie?” Sara asked. Just then the maître d’ came up and gestured with a wave that their table was ready.
“Lucien had a fire in his kitchen a few months back. Nick was the first firefighter on the scene. He saved the restaurant. The guys make a lot of connections that way.” When Cassie cast a glance toward Nick, a look of love came over her face and warmed Sara’s
Her thighs quivered in erotic delight as she indulged in the provocative slide show.
Even though last evening was just supposed to be one hot night of fantasy sex, she knew she wanted to be with him again. She also knew this wasn’t the time to be worrying about getting in too deep. She’d deal with that later because right now was time for fun and fantasies and dammit she planned on spending the rest of her vacation indulging in as many as she could.
She took a moment to recall the way Mitch lavished her with so much attention. Indulging her wayward thoughts, she envisioned his tender lips on hers again, his cock inside her cunt, stroking deeply as they both reached earth-shattering orgasms. Suddenly, her mind raced with indecent thoughts—thoughts like getting him in the pool house again and fulfilling a few of his fantasies, the same way he’d fulfilled hers.
A smile touched her lips. What was that he said about tying her up and spanking her? Oh yeah, she mused, her mind plotting and tweaking the details of her own sexy seduction. Maybe it was time to give the fantasy man his own private fantasy. One he wouldn’t soon forget.
Dressed in a hot red barely there dress that dipped into her cleavage, Sara drew a sharp breath as she, along with her friends, entered Chez Frontenac, the finest French restaurant in Chicago.
She turned to Cassie and spoke in a whisper. “You must have booked this months ago. I hear this place is harder to get into than Fort Knox.”
Cassie smiled and gave her a wink. “Not when you have connections.”
Sara adjusted her black evening bag under her arm, stepped farther into the foyer, and soaked in the elegant ambience. “You have connections?” she asked, brow arched. “Do tell.”
Before Cassie had time to answer, Megan stepped up beside her, eyes opened wide and glowing like a child’s on Christmas morning. A hand over her chest, she gasped and said, “This is Lucien Beaufort’s restaurant.”
Cassie nodded. “Yes. Do you know him?”
“Yes, I know him. Well, I don’t really know him, not really—” She stopped midsentence to wring her hands together. Seemingly flustered and excited at the same time, Megan babbled on. “Not personally, anyway. But his reputation precedes him.”
Following Megan’s lead, Sara glanced around the cozy restaurant. Soft light and rich decor set the mood for elegance and seduction. Strategically placed candles and minilights created warmth and comfort while rich orange and pink hues played off the plush velvet upholstery.
Megan turned to face Sara. “Ohmigod, Sara, I’d give a kidney to meet Lucien.”
Cassie chuckled and touched her arm to draw her attention. “I don’t think you need to go to such extremes, Megan. I’ll try to introduce you to Lucien a little later on if he’s not too busy.”
Megan’s jaw practically hit the floor. Face animated, she rushed on. “You will? Really? Cassie, you have got to be kidding me. And if you are, you really shouldn’t kid about such things.”
Sara chuckled and hugged Megan to calm her down. “Relax, honey.” She turned to Cassie. “Imagine how she’d act if she ever had the chance to work under him?”
Megan shot her a frown. “Don’t even joke about such a thing, Sara.”
“So how do you know him, Cassie?” Sara asked. Just then the maître d’ came up and gestured with a wave that their table was ready.
“Lucien had a fire in his kitchen a few months back. Nick was the first firefighter on the scene. He saved the restaurant. The guys make a lot of connections that way.” When Cassie cast a glance toward Nick, a look of love came over her face and warmed Sara’s
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