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through me that wasn’t just sex-filled desire. “Oui. It seems if not for movies, I’d not get the chance to touch you.”

Her eyes widened. “Touch?”

I squeezed her orbs and wished I could rip her shirt off her. “Do you not want to hide behind that tree with me?”

She shook, but her smile told me she was tempted. “Quentin, I’m happy here today.”

I led her out of the beautiful home that had been the set of the first movies and said, “I’m happy to hear it.”

I guessed she wasn’t so free to kiss in public, despite how we met. But she held my hand as we headed toward that tree.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m hoping to hear a few dirty French phrases before we kiss.”

“Dirty?” I asked as my mind raced. I’d already said more inappropriate, like she should have slapped me lines, earlier.

Kara was cute, and luckily neither one of us would see each other in a week, but I needed to be more respectful if we ended this as lovers too, now. “Yeah I won’t understand what you’re saying, but I liked what you were saying before.”

I wish I could think of something sexier that somehow made her blush and open her legs for me but also kept her close, at the same time. We made it to the tree, and I said, “Tu veux prendre du bon temps?”

Her gaze narrowed as she stared at my lips, “What does that mean?”

I ran my hand over her curvy, sexy as hell backside. “Do you want to have a good time?”

My other hand took her other butt cheek, and she wrapped her arms around me. “Then the answer is yes, oui, with you.”

Her body must be near perfection under her baggy outfit. I rested my head against hers. “Kara, you came into my life at the perfect time.”

She went up on her tiptoes and said with closed eyes, “Glad to know for once I had that.”

My lips tingled to taste her again, but I blinked and asked, “What do you mean?”

And then I tasted her neck. She smelled so good, and even her skin held her essence that drove me wild. She curled her hands in my thick hair and moaned. “Good timing. I never normally have that. Do you often do this with your tongue?”

Until now, I’d never wanted to mark a woman, but Kara had me out of character. I let her neck go and trailed my lips up her chin. “Only with you.”

She pressed her lips to meet mine but then stilled. “What if someone sees us?”

I laughed. “They’ll assume you’re French if you just say oui.”

“Oui?” she asked, but her eyes were open.

I needed her, so I met her gaze and nodded, “That’s it. Keep saying that.”

I claimed her lips fully. She still had that power that rushed through me like she was my first and only, forever. She clearly knew how to weave her spell, but as the kiss ended, she said, “Oh my—” I cut off whatever she was about to say with another kiss. It was like she had a drug inside her that I needed to survive. She held me tight and didn’t open her eyes. “Oui.”

I chuckled. I wanted to rip out my cock and take her right here, on the tree. But I let her go—for now—and said, “We’ll do more later, where your American sensibilities don’t get in the way.”

“Oui,” she said and rested her head on my chest.

I held her like she was important, because she was. For a week she was mine, and I didn’t want this to ever end.

Chapter 5

Kara

Those kisses on the train and at the studio had set my body on fire, but after two more hours in the car, my senses were dulled.

And even worse my appetite was like the gas tank—almost empty. I pressed my hand on his hard shoulder and said, “I’m starving.”

He glanced at me, and my mouth watered for more than food. No man had ever made me like this. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach from too much desire.

“We can stop for dinner and call it a night.”

A night in his bed would be heaven. Maybe then I’d somehow be able to get him out of my system. At the moment, I curled my arm around my waist and said, “Then we won’t make Monte Carlo.”

His dimple showed, and my lips tingled at the sight. “It will be there tomorrow.”

When did I become this girl? Seriously, my