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panties and stroked my big wanker.

I stopped her.

There was no rush.

She was mine forever, and I intended for her to experience multiple orgasms.

For loving me, she deserved to be worshipped.

Chapter 20

Kara

I walked into the main house as Quentin had told me to before he’d taken off. I took my time dressing and finally decided to tie a scarf around my neck, so no one asked questions about what I did last night.

Quentin had left a while ago on his mysterious trip downtown. He said he’d be fast, and I should go see my friend.

So, I let myself in the open door and immediately saw Sabrina sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of fresh croissants. She jumped up and hugged me. “It’s nice to see you again this morning.” She glanced at my scarf and then at the door. “Where is Quentin?”

I grabbed a clean coffee mug and poured some of the carafe for myself. “He said he had an errand in town, but he’d be back.”

This was way better than any brew I’d done in my coffee pot. I swallowed and ignored the tingles on my lips from the many kisses I’d been partaking in.

Sabrina offered me a croissant. “So you seem happy.”

I nodded and pulled the still warm bread out. “I am. I understand you’re leaving the farm for a few days to head up to Paris.”

I then tasted the divine pastry, and it melted in my mouth. This was even better than the delicious ones in Paris or in Monte Carlo. As I finished, Sabrina said, “This place is beautiful. I’ll be back for your wedding, but I want to see Paris for myself.”

She’d have a vacation and stay in Quentin’s apartment he apparently still owned as Desiree had moved out without taking ownership. I’d see it soon enough, but right now I hugged my coffee and said, “I’m glad you came.”

She stood and took the empty plate to the sink. “Me too. Looks like your fiancé is back.”

I craned my neck and saw him walking toward the house in a hurry. I finished my coffee and beamed when he entered.

However, he motioned for me to join him at the door, and his lips were pressed together. I jumped out of my chair and took his hand. “Quentin, what’s going on?”

He guided me outside, and we stood in front of the vineyard that smelled so sweet. Then he took both my hands in his. “Kara, I put our names down for a court wedding. We need to wait a few days, but in the meantime, I had the jeweler adjust my family ring for you. And I bought you this.”

He went down on one knee and a tear glistened from my eye as I took the diamond he’d offered. “This is beautiful.”

The round diamond shone brighter than any other ring I’d ever seen. He stood up as I placed it on my finger. “I wanted you to have something new, just for you. You only have to wear my family heirloom for special occasions.”

He then handed me the citrine and diamond ring, and I slipped it on my other finger like I was a princess. “I’ll wear both with pride. Thank you.”

I threw my hands around his neck and followed that with my entire body pressed to his. I’d not had enough. I kissed him.

His dimples showed when let me go, and he squeezed my ass for a moment. “Now let’s go inside; my father wanted to talk to you in his study.”

Goosebumps grew on my arms. “Your father?”

He placed his hand on my back like he’d protect me. “Yes, but you can tell him no if you don’t like what he has to say. I absolutely understand.”

I ignored the little trembles in my spine. “Okay… This sounds serious.” Quentin stayed with me like there was trouble ahead, but we walked into his father’s office. It was a large white room with the latest computing systems and an older model laptop on the ivory desk. His father closed his laptop as we took seats on our leather chairs across from him.

I squirmed and said, “Hello. Mr. I mean, Monsieur La Trimouille.”

“I’m glad you could join me,” he said and offered us two glasses with water.

“Thanks.”

He settled in his chair. “My son told me you worked in a bottling factory in America.”

I nodded. He didn’t need to think I’d be just lounging around if that’s what today was about. “Yeah, it’s boring to do the financials, but