Royally Seduced - By Marie Donovan Page 0,53

fields with Marthe-Louise’s husband Jean-Claude. Lily worried about him overexerting himself, but Jean-Claude seemed to look after Jack like a kindly old uncle.

The morning sun and sky were too nice to waste indoors. She ran upstairs and pulled on her swimsuit, a lime-green string bikini. Only old ladies wore one-piece suits in France. Even then, they rolled down the top and went topless like everyone else at the beach.

No issues like that at their private pool, however. Thanks to Oncle Pierre’s privacy issues, a high limestone wall surrounded the pool area.

She went downstairs with a towel and grabbed a bottle of sparking water and a bowl of plump red grapes.

She carried her snack outside and decided to get some color, lying down on the large chaise lounge. With her round-framed sunglasses and pricey French water, she felt positively decadent. All she needed was a pool boy.

She closed her eyes and tipped her face up to the sun. She drifted in and out of sleep, enjoying the lavender-and-rosemary scented breeze.

“A good idea on such a hot afternoon.”

Ah, there was the pool boy. She opened her eyes to see Jack wearing a tiny competitive-swimmer type suit.

“Ack, what is that?” She still wasn’t used to European-style men’s swimsuits.

“Oh, is this the clothing-optional pool? I should have realized.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and calmly pulled them off, kicking them away.

“Jack!” Sure, she’d been naked with him, and in daylight, too, but that time in the lavender field had seemed like a dream.

“Come on, sunbathe topless. You’re in France, you know.”

“Oh, fine.” She rolled onto her stomach, untying the bottom string so her back was bare. She rested her face on her arms, ignoring his laughter. “If you want to get sunburned on your…well, that’s up to you.”

He laughed even harder and sat next to her. “Maybe you could put some sun lotion on my…well…”

Lily rolled onto her side. “Oh, yeah? And why should I do that?”

“I’d do the same for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She looked down and saw her top had shifted to the side, baring her breasts. “Hmmph.” She unknotted the tie at her neck and tossed the two triangles aside.

“Ah, that’s better,” he said in appreciation. “We’ll make a Frenchwoman out of you yet.”

She sniffed. “Somehow I can’t imagine your Provence ladies wanting to sunbathe topless.” The image of Marthe-Louise getting a lineless tan was a bit much to imagine.

“You’d be surprised.” His deadpan expression amused her. Who knew what these staid matrons got up to?

Jack was not tan all over, either. Working shirtless with Jean-Claude had browned up his torso, but he had a definite tan line at his waistband. Somehow, though, she didn’t think he’d come out to even up his color, considering how hard and aroused he was growing under her gaze. “Good thing you took off your suit. You might have hurt yourself trying to fit all that inside.”

He crawled up the lounge and positioned himself between her thighs. “But I like fitting myself inside…you, that is.” The tip of his erection prodded the thin green fabric of her bikini bottom.

He was so big and hard and hot on top of her, a summer god come to life and wanting to have his way with her. Her nipples tightened in anticipation.

“Chilly?” He lifted an amused eyebrow. It was at least eighty-five degrees outside. She pursed her lips and he laughed. “Mmm, let me warm you up.” He lowered his mouth to one tight pink peak and drew it into his mouth.

Lily was burning up. Jack licked her gently, first back and forth, then with round swirling strokes around her whole areola. Then a hard suck and a little nip. She gasped in a mix of shock and pleasure, and then he soothed her with his tongue. He lifted his head to admire his work. Her nipple was like a berry, firm and reddish pink, glossy and ripe.

“Oh, Lily, I could suck on your pretty tits for hours.” He blew a cool stream of air over her wet flesh and she bit back a scream. He shook his head disapprovingly. “Don’t you want to scream for me?”

“Well…”

“Don’t be so shy. No one is around.”

“Are you sure?” she whispered.

He laughed. “Jean-Claude is a stern taskmaster. Everyone is in the upper fields to harvest the prime lavender crop. Where we were the other day.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“There are benefits to being the…guest. Enough of that business. You are my business now.” He moved to her other nipple