I glanced at my phone. It was Jackson. I picked it up.
"Hey."
"You weren't at lunch."
I sighed. Jackson didn't really mince words. As the eldest brother he also acted like he was in charge of the rest of us most of the time.
"I told you I wanted you to handle this one personally."
"Relax. I met the client."
"Oh. Very good. Just don't skip dinner. She's the type that expects to be wined and dined, believe me."
I grinned.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
I left my phone on the bedside table. I didn't want to be distracted. I took the servants staircase to the main floor, then headed through the kitchen. I winked at Suzy, the head chef, as I passed.
There was an entrance to the guest wing through the back of the kitchen. I figured I better go that way, just in case Miss Duarte saw me.
I grinned and lifted my hand to knock at the door.
"It's open."
Jesus, even the woman's voice was erotic. Throaty and faintly foreign, but restrained and refined. I was fully hard before I even opened the door.
Francesca was lounging on her bed, wearing a slinky cream colored negligee. Her skin looked like silk. Her hair looked like silk.
That damned negligee was definitely silk.
I wanted to rip it off her.
She looked me over slowly, then smiled.
"Lock the door behind you please."
Fucking A.
Chapter Four
Francesca
He'd showered. I had to take that as a sign of civility. Not that civility was what I was after. He appeared to be well mannered.
But I wasn't interested in his manners.
I wanted the sweaty, handsome beast I'd seen in the stables.
I sighed, waiting. I hoped he was going to prove me wrong. If I had to give him instructions I would be very disappointed.
He locked the door and turned, his eyes raking over me with scorching heat. He was across the room and dragging me into his arms before I could blink. I moaned as his mouth crashed down on mine.
Ohhhh... yes, this was more like it. This one did not require instructions. He knew how to make a woman feel like a woman.
Which was precisely what I needed. I’d never seduced a stranger before. I’d never been tempted.
But things were different now. Since my broken engagement. Since my very public humiliation. Since I landed on foreign shores. I was no longer shy about what I wanted. I was no longer willing to play the dutiful, virginal fiance to an important man. I had needs, too.
And I’d found just the right man to service them.
His hands were rough as he pulled me against him. He was hard and packing quite a large instrument from what I could tell. My nipples were hard as well, poking through my silk negligee.
He lifted his head, running his hand confidently over my body. He held me in place as he explored, looking me over. I gasped as he rubbed his thumb over my nipple through the silk.
He chuckled knowingly, releasing me. I lay back on the bed and watched as he pulled his clothes off. His eyes never left me. He moved quickly, but his eyes lingered. I could almost feel them as they traced the edges of my teddy.
"Take that off."
I tossed my head and smiled at him.
"You take it off for me."
He growled as he kicked his boots off.
"Take it off or I will tear it off of you."
I licked my lips, easing the straps over my shoulders and sliding it down to my waist. His eyes got bigger as he pushed his jeans down.
Now it was my turn to stare in awe.
He had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen, not that I’d seen many. Long and thick, with a glistening drop at the end. It jutted up proudly, more than ready for what was to come.
I swallowed as he came towards me, moving like a panther. He was on me in an instant. Kissing and groping like a stallion, or so I imagined. Not with desperation. With raw need.
He grabbed my negligee from around my waist and yanked it down. I heard it rip from his roughness. He hadn't lied. He'd torn it off me.
I held onto his brawny shoulders for dear life as he ravaged my flesh, his lips, teeth, and tongue on my throat, then lower. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily. His fingers were busy as well, seeking and finding my cleft.
Oh yes, I had chosen wisely for my foray into casual sex indeed.
"Spread your legs. I don't want to wait."
I did as he asked. I didn't want to wait either. I wanted him inside me.
Now.
I heard him tear open a condom rapper as I tried to catch my breath. I'd never felt anything like this. The combination of his touch and the hard look in his eyes... I realized I may have finally met my perfect match.