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covered my mouth to swallow the low moan that escaped my lips.
    This has to stop…but…I don’t want it to…it just feels so…good.
    “So wet,” he murmured, lust and pleasure in his hoarse voice as his finger circled my clit leisurely. I moaned softly, burying my face in his neck, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
    As much as I wanted him to carry on doing this to me, I wasn’t that tipsy.
    “Al..Alain…s…stop,” I stuttered, trying to come back my senses—but my voice betrayed the want in me.
    He looked into my eyes, raw lust beaming from them. “Just let go. Let me pleasure you tonight.” I gasped as two fingers plunged into my wetness. My breath hitched as his fingers circled inside me expertly, the sensation delicious. With his thumb he rubbed my clit, while his tongue sucked on a nipple.
    I arched my back, wanting more. His erection throbbing against my hip was all too much for my senses and I could stand it no longer. I exploded around his fingers, sucking them deeper into my warmness, my orgasm so strong I wanted to cry out with pleasure. Alain hungrily possessed my mouth, kissing me hard.
    Finally he released my lips and gazed down at me, a wicked smile on his face. I peered at him from under my lashes, suddenly shy.
    “Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he whispered as he tasted my essence from his fingers. His eyes shone. “Ahh, so sweet, mademoiselle.”
    This man—giver of pleasure and demanding none in return—was so different, so alluring he had all my senses reeling.
    Gently, he withdrew his hand from under the skirt, pulled up my camisole to cover my breasts and tightened his arms around me. The generous seats had enough space for us both, so I lay in the crook of his arm as he kissed my eyelids. I let out a long sigh, completely relaxed.
    “Go to sleep now,” he whispered, pulling a blanket protectively over us. Yet I shivered as a feeling of unease came over me. I couldn’t explain it. My eyes flew open.
    I looked straight into angry and shocked eyes. All this time Ms. Desperate had been standing in the wings, watching us.

Chapter 6
    I succumbed to the pleasure of falling asleep in Alain’s arms. I hoped I wouldn’t do anything silly like talk in my sleep, or worse still, snore. But in spite of my fears, I drifted off peacefully into a dreamless sleep. I hadn’t felt this good or satisfied in a very long time.
    I woke with a start. Soft words whispered in a French accent penetrated the fuzz in my brain. “Wake up, sleepy head.” Alain was kissing my eyelids again, willing them open.
    Did that really happen to me?
    I was sure I would wake, finding it was all just a vivid dream. I smiled shyly at him.
    What must he think of me?
    I was practically a stranger and he already knew me more intimately than a lot of men I’d dated in the past. Warmth spread slowly over my cheeks as he gazed intently at me.
    “You’re very beautiful when you blush,” he smiled, “I like that about you.” This, of course, only intensified the sensation, and the warm glow spread to my neck too. It was ridiculous that a woman of my age would blush this much. Surely I should’ve outgrown it by now? Apparently not.
    “Rebecca,” he said, his tone serious, “I want to see you again. Come to the chateau when your conference is finished.”
    My head jolted up. Did mile high clubs usually work like this?
    I always understood it was a ‘slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ kind of thing. Meeting up again wasn’t part of the deal, was it? 
    “And please have lunch with me today in Paris, and if I may be a little bold, dinner as well?” We hadn’t even landed yet, and he was already making plans for the day.
    He must have noticed my surprise because he quickly continued, “The conference only starts tomorrow, yes? I would love to spend your first day in Paris with you, showing you the sights.”
    That certainly sounded like good offer. Instead of being alone in the most romantic city in