Double Jeopardy (4 page)

“Why don’t you join me, Ms. Monroe? There’s
more than enough food for both of us and you’re looking a bit
peaked.”

“No, I couldn’t, sir,” Chloe said quietly and
hurried her tasks so she could leave the room. “I have too much to
do today.”

“I insist,” he said, putting his paper aside.
“I am quite curious about you, Ms. Monroe.”

Chloe sat down in the chair across from him,
her hands gripping her knees tightly.

“I’m just a maid, sir.”

“I seriously doubt that, Ms. Monroe.” He
smiled charmingly, but it didn’t make her feel at ease. “I
recognized your scent when you leaned down to place the tray.
You’re Lucien’s other lover, are you not?”

She froze and the color drained from her
face. She couldn’t tell if he was angry that Lucien had another
lover. Antoine’s expression was merely one of curiosity.

“You have no reason to fear me. Just as I
know you have no reason to worry that I might tell Lucien that you
watch the two of us make love from the small hole in the wall over
there,” he said, pointing toward the very spot.

Chloe stood abruptly and crossed her arms
around her middle, protecting herself from what was sure to come.
She’d have to leave immediately, not even taking the time to pack
her meager belongings.

“Did you know that Lucien warned me to stay
away from you before he left?” Antoine asked softly.

“But I don’t understand,” Chloe finally said.
“I don’t understand you or him either one.”

“I’m beginning to feel the same way.”

He stood slowly and she moved back a step,
only to hit the edge of the very chair she’d just vacated. He came
closer and took her hand gently before placing his lips on the
inside of her palm.

“You fascinate me, Chloe Monroe. I wish to
know everything about you in the few days we have together. I don’t
care about Lucien’s orders or his wrath. A few days to get to know
you better is all that I’m asking.”

“This is a trick. He warned me of your
preference for men, and that you’d be reporting my actions to him
on his return.” The kiss to her palm had done strange things to her
insides. It was something that Lucien’s touch lacked—the gentleness
of a lover who really cared—not just a quick fuck.

“I have no preference in men or women,”
Antoine said candidly. “I’m attracted to the person, not their
gender. And you are very attractive to me. As far as reporting back
to Lucien,” he said shrugging, “Lucien lost my complete loyalty
more than a year ago. He’s done some terrible things in his line of
work, but I’ve had to be careful in showing my disapproval in case
he decides he no longer needs my services in a permanent manner.
I’ve been planning to leave Lucien’s business for a long time now,
and I think I’ve finally found the incentive I need to cut ties
once and for all.”

Chloe blinked owlishly at him, part of her
wanting to believe him, the other not sure she could trust anyone
but herself.

“Do you know why Lucien warned us away from
one another?”

She shook her head silently.

“Lucien is a very perceptive person. He reads
people well, otherwise he wouldn’t have done so well in his
business ventures. He could see the wanting in my eyes on the few
occasions you and I crossed paths. And I bet he could see the same
wanting in yours. Do you think of me while he fucks you?”

Chloe closed her eyes against the direct
questions and felt her pussy clinch in anticipation. How could this
man know her secrets?

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I think of you when he fucks me. It’s
your name I have to stop myself from calling out.” Chloe finally
opened her eyes and looked at him frankly, the fear of Lucien’s
wrath giving way to more basic emotions.

“And it is you I think of every time his
mouth’s around my cock or his fist pumps me to completion,” he said
softly.

Chloe waited for the lust showing in his eyes
to take over his actions. She expected him to rip at her clothes
and leave bruises on her pale skin as Lucien so often did. So when
he touched his lips gently to hers, it took her by surprise.

His mouth roamed over hers lazily, savoring
the unique flavor. He drifted upward and paid the same attention to
her eyelids, nose and cheeks, worshipping her. Chloe reveled in the
attention. When she tried to touch him, to undress him, he stopped
her hands and continued his gentle assault to her body.

“I don’t want this to end before I’ve barely
started,” he said in explanation to her surprised look. “Let me
love you for a while.”

He led her towards the bed he’d shared so
many nights with Lucien. The sheets were dark blue this time and
silky soft against her skin as he laid her back against the covers.
Her dress and undergarments were carefully removed until she lay
naked on the bed in front of him—a goddess rising from the deepest
part of the ocean. Enticing. Enchanting.

His hands and lips touched every part of her
body until she was writhing beneath him in desperation, and when
his tongue delved into her secret place and caressed the swollen
nub of her womanhood, she was lost to him. She opened herself to
him with no reservations as he lapped at her pussy, fed on her
juices. And when she cried out, it was Antoine’s name she was
finally able to speak.

Antoine was enraptured by the woman splayed
before him, so completely lost to her pleasure. Her beauty was
astonishing and her taste was sweet on his lips, but his cock was
straining against the buttons of his trousers, and he knew he had
to end the sweet torture.

He discarded his clothes quickly and came
back to her on the bed, where she looked at him out of half closed
eyes that were lazy with satisfaction. She opened her arms to him
and he fitted his body against hers, wondering when the last time
was that he felt so attuned to another. Their bodies melded
together perfectly and he closed his mouth around her plump breast,
laving the nipple and drawing out their pleasure a little
longer.

“Now, Antoine,” Chloe demanded. “I can’t wait
any longer.”

“No,
Chére
. Nor can I.”

His cock was thick and hung full between his
thighs as he prodded her entrance. Her gasps were like music to his
ears, and when he pushed all the way inside of her, he felt as if
he’d finally come home. He moved slowly, drawing out each sigh and
moan of pleasure. Sweat beaded on his brow and his breath began to
labor, but he kept himself in check, waiting for her to find her
own release before he sought his.

“Oh, God. Antoine,” she moaned as her hips
rose and fell in tandem with his thrusts.

Her legs were like a vise around his hips and
her nails sunk into his shoulders as she arched against him,
desperate for release. Her cries grew louder and her movements more
abandoned until Antoine felt the spasms begin around his cock,
starting softly and then milking him tighter and tighter until he
couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m coming,” he said against her ear.

“Yesssss!”

He thrust hard—one, two, three times—and he
felt the come boil in his balls and shoot from his cock in thick
spurts, coating her insides and causing her to have another small
orgasm. He shuddered against her one last time and dropped his head
to the hollow of her throat, panting for breath. Her body was lax
beneath his and her eyes closed, so he rolled them both to the
side, careful not to dislodge his softening penis from her sheath.
They both fell into a satisfied sleep.

Chapter Six

Chloe awoke surrounded by warm water and
wrapped in aroused male.

Antoine had carried her to the bath and
already soaped her body by the time she was fully awake. The
butterfly kisses at the back of her neck and the soft cloth rubbing
in circles over her breasts shot her into sudden arousal.

She turned to face him and kissed him deeply,
running her hands over his naked chest and hard stomach and
reveling in the beauty of his body. It was hard to ignore the
hardness of his cock as it prodded her belly, but when she tried to
take it in her grasp he held her off and continued to wash them
both.

When had a man ever been so concerned with
her needs? Even her husband hadn’t paid her as much attention as
Antoine had over the past few hours. Samuel had been an amazing
lover, but to him she was a temptress, a seductress, and it always
seemed as if she had a role to play. With Lucien it was the same,
except to him she was a servant, a slave to his needs and his own
seductions.

“When will I get to touch you?” she
asked.

“We have forever. Don’t be greedy.”

He picked her up from the tub and placed her
on a soft mat. He dried her with one of the plush, heated towels
from Lucien’s bathroom, starting with her feet and then moving his
way up her body until he’d reached her hair.

She shivered under his touch, and when he led
her back toward the bed her sensitized pussy was more than ready to
be filled. He pushed her down gently and she watched out of hooded
eyes as he lit candles around the room. The sweet smell of beeswax
filled the air, and when he came back over to her he held a small
bottle in his hand. His prick was at full attention and she licked
her lips at the thought of taking him in her mouth.

“Turn over,” he whispered and joined her on
the bed.

She did as he asked and let him position her
so her arms and legs were spread out at her sides. A drizzle of
something cold hit her back and she shivered as goosebumps pricked
her flesh. But the liquid soon turned warm as his hands began
rubbing it into her skin, massaging the muscles of her back and
buttocks. He took care with every part of her, rubbing from the
tips of her fingers to the sensitive flesh between her toes. Her
pussy was sopping with arousal, but he stayed away from the
area.

“Antoine, please. I’ll die if I don’t have
you. Can’t you see my need for you?”

“Yes. I can see the moisture of desire
between your legs. Your wetness clings to your delicate folds and
glitters like diamonds. You’re so beautiful.”

She turned her head and watched as he stroked
his cock with his slick hand before gathering two pillows from the
head of the bed and placing them under her stomach. It opened her
to him—her legs spread and her lush, moist lips open like the
morning petals on a rose.

He nipped the flesh at the back of her knee
and slid his tongue up her leg to the indentation where her
buttocks and thigh met. He sucked on the skin there hard enough to
leave a red spot before moving onto his target. Her scent was musky
and decadent, her desire filling his nostrils as his mouth longed
to taste. He gave her no warning, but plunged his tongue into her,
spreading her apart with his hands as he lapped at her juices.

Chloe screamed beneath him and her hands
clutched the silky sheets until she thought they’d surely shred
beneath her fingers. The climax overwhelmed her, but Antoine didn’t
slow down, no matter how much she begged. He circled her clitoris
with his tongue and flicked it quickly, bringing her to the edge
before slowing into long, pleasurable licks up and down her entire
slit. His finger slid in silkily to the hilt and when he added a
second and curled them gently inside her, explosions rocketed
through her skull.

“Ohmigod!” she screamed. “It’s too much.”

“No, it’s never enough,” he assured her,
keeping up the pressure of his fingers while sucking her clitoris,
swallowing each pulse of her orgasm.

He removed his fingers and she gave a
shuddering sigh of relief, but it was only short lived as his mouth
replaced them. He continued probing her gently with his tongue, but
when he moved away from her slit to the puckered rosebud of her
anus, she realized how exposed she truly was. His tongue circled
the tiny hole and sent new sensations shooting up her spine.

“Has Lucien ever taken you here?” he asked,
dipping a finger into her sopping cunt and then using the
lubricated digit to circle her anal passage.

“N…no,” she said, longing for the sweet
torture she was about to experience.

He slipped his finger in slowly and she felt
the tight passage stretch as his finger worked its way inside
her.

“You have a body made for loving. It would be
a shame not to take you every way possible. Do you know how tight
your ass would feel against my cock?”

She couldn’t answer. He’d slipped a second
finger inside the passage and was pushing and pulling, stretching
and lubricating the tiny hole, no doubt to accommodate his massive
cock.

“It feels different than a pussy. It’s not as
wet and there’s more friction, so every thrust is more
sensitive.”

“Mmmmm,” Chloe moaned. “Yessss.”

Antoine removed his fingers and gave the
cheek of her ass one last nip before settling on his knees behind
her. The veins in his cock were prominent and the head full and
red. His sac lay heavy between his thighs and the thought of
filling her with his come almost had him releasing too soon. His
hand rested on her hip and he took his shaft in his hand, rubbing
it up and down the wet lips of her pussy.

Chloe writhed and pushed against him, hoping
to feel the bulbous head enter her, but Antoine teased her with his
cock while rubbing her back, belly and breasts with his other hand.
He pushed into her slowly and he felt her walls close around him,
allowing his cock reluctant passage despite her wetness.

“God, you feel so good. So big,” she
moaned.

He felt the end of her womb and knew he could
go no further, so he pulled back slowly, grabbed her hips in each
hand and rammed himself to the hilt again and again.

“Fuck, Chloe, your pussy is squeezing me so
tight.”

Chloe was lost to everything except the
sensations in her cunt. His balls slapped against her ass and his
prick hit the sensitive spot inside her with every thrust. Her ears
buzzed until she thought she was surely drowning and her sight went
dark. He kicked her legs further apart and hunched over her so he
could reach her aching nipples, and he took each of them between
his fingers and clamped down.