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Ha! I ll have you know, thirty minutes of vigorous sex only burns fifty-three calories. We d have to
be locked together like dogs to burn off anything significant.
Hmm, that sounds . . . well, actually, it sounds painful. He slid his hand between her legs and
cupped her mound. I wonder how many a plain, old orgasm burns. Shall we experiment?
Mmm. She arched against his seeking finger. Yes, let s. Oh, oooh, right there, baby. Yes, just like
that. She moaned when he increased the pressure.
I do love a vocal woman. He held her tight, and she writhed against his demanding fingers when
she came.
She stirred in the lukewarm water. Are we safe here, Noah? From the Sentinel?
We should be, kitten. I haven t noticed anyone following us.
* * * *
Across from their building, a large man, swathed in a greatcoat, leaned against a lamp post,
muttering to himself. They look so much alike. Which bloody brother is it? He d have to get
closer to find out. He d been told Ian Lazarus had tawny eyes, but Noah s were an eerie, sparkling
gray. Neither brother had been to Paris in years, and none of the current Sentinel members had
actually seen the vampires up close. The French brotherhood had grown lax, but that was about to
change.
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Chapter Nine
Club de Flirter was the mirror image of Flirt, right down to its location in an old, renovated
warehouse with a dull black paint job. Noah dressed Olivia for their night on the town in a little
Greco-Roman chiffon dress by Alberta Feretti paired with a soft leather sandal. He, as always,
dressed in black, leaving his long hair to flow freely in the light spring breeze. Both wore long coats,
hers in black cashmere with a green silk lining, his a black canvas duster.
The doorman gaped in surprise.. Mr. Lazarus! No one told us you were in town.
That s because I didn t tell anyone, Arnault. He gestured to Olivia. This is Olivia Sheppard, our
new head of security.
Olivia nodded politely. Bonjour.
The man greeted her politely and rushed to open the door for them. My pleasure, mademoiselle.
Enjoy your evening.
The club pulsed with the beat of tribal music.. The sixties room was filled to capacity with a Goth
crowd. They danced with a sexual abandon rarely seen in the club s American counterpart.
It s members only tonight, Noah said, his mouth pressed to her ear. Most are witches and
vampires, come to celebrate Ostara.
Ostara?
The Vernal Equinox. The beginning of spring, fertility and rebirth.
Ah, I see. That would explain all the bumping and grinding.
A soft chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. Yes, there is that. He looped her arm through his,
and they continued the tour. Let s check out the control room, see how the equipment is holding
up. Paris is a huge terrorist target; I want to make sure our patrons are safe.
Olivia checked the equipment, scanning through the various screens for camera placement, startled
when she clicked on the fantasy room and discovered audio. Erotic moans and sighs wafted into the
control room while Olivia studied the décor of the room. The Roman Orgy appeared to be the
theme of the night, with food and drink flowing liberally. Oh my, she murmured, watching a man
inserted a veritable fruit salad into a woman s pussy and began to feed from her.
Now, that s clever, Noah whispered, coming to stand beside her. I d like to do that to you.
Her breath hitched. I d like you to do that to me.
He took her hand. Then by all means, let us join the party.
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She made a halfhearted attempt to pull free of his grasp, but in the end, he led her down the long
hallway and into the fantasy room. Her pulse raced when Noah whispered to one of the attendants,
then led her toward the back of the room and one of the curtained areas.
The eight-by-eight patch of floor was covered with fluffy, white flocotti rugs. A huge, richly
upholstered cushion lay on the floor, covered with silk pillows. Noah pulled the cobalt chiffon
drapes around the area, closing them off from public viewing. They would be no more than two
shadows. A voice spoke from outside the curtain. Your fruit and wine, sir.
Olivia kicked off her jeweled sandals and stood in the center of the cushion, watching. Noah put the
bowl of oranges, ripe sliced mangos, a variety of berries, and bottle of Riesling on a low table and
stood in front of her, his fingers brushing wispy material from her shoulders, baring them for his
kiss. He released the scarflike belt around her waist, tugged the shirt over her head, and tossed it on
the floor.
Exquisite, he murmured. He cupped her breasts and leaned down to lavish each one with soft,
provocative kisses. When he had her moaning with need, he abandoned her breasts and plucked
open the button closure on her skirt. It fell to her feet and she kicked it aside, trembling with
anticipation.
He didn t disappoint. Yanking her hard against him, one hand burrowed into her hair, pulling her
head back. His lips grazed her neck. I can t wait for another taste of you, he rasped, then pressed
his tongue against her quaking pulse. I ve been mad with the need to take you, to fill that sweet
pussy with my cock, to savor the salty tang of your blood on my tongue as I fuck you.
He closed around her thong and yanked, and Olivia cried out. She had a vague thought about
leaving the club with no panties, but it disappeared, replaced with thoughts of Noah s fingers gliding
through her slit to penetrate her. She closed her eyes, dropped her head back, and widened her
stance when his fingers slid deep.
She shrieked with surprise to find herself suddenly on her back, the heat of Noah s bare skin against
hers. God, she gasped. How do you do that? I ve never known anyone who could undress so
quickly.
He laughed. I possess superior speed and strength, love. You d do well to remember that next time
you seek to taunt me with this lovely body. He laughed when she arched her hips against him.
Hmm, the lady likes to live dangerously. Don t say I didn t warn you, pet.
Yes, she d been warned. He reached into the specially prepared bowl of fruit and withdrew a large,
ripe strawberry, pressing it to her lips. She bit into the delectable fruit. When the juice dripped down
her chin, she giggled and then moaned when Noah licked it up.
Dear God!
He coated each nipple with strawberry juice and leisurely sucked it away, then squeezed half an
orange between her breasts. She watched, fascinated, while he sipped at her body. A trickle of
orange juice filled her belly button and he dove into it.
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Ah . . . God . . . you re driving me crazy! A sweet, citrusy scent filled her nostrils, and she gasped
feeling something cool and slippery slid into her vagina. Mango. Oh, Lord, he was fucking her with
juicy slices of mango!
He pushed her legs up, opening her wide, and nibbled at the entrance of her pussy, tugging a thick
slice of mango from her and chewing it.
Delicious. That was all he said before burrowing his face between her legs to dine on the fruit.
Olivia arched her hips and ground her pussy against his voracious mouth. Jesus, this was the most [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Ha! I ll have you know, thirty minutes of vigorous sex only burns fifty-three calories. We d have to
be locked together like dogs to burn off anything significant.
Hmm, that sounds . . . well, actually, it sounds painful. He slid his hand between her legs and
cupped her mound. I wonder how many a plain, old orgasm burns. Shall we experiment?
Mmm. She arched against his seeking finger. Yes, let s. Oh, oooh, right there, baby. Yes, just like
that. She moaned when he increased the pressure.
I do love a vocal woman. He held her tight, and she writhed against his demanding fingers when
she came.
She stirred in the lukewarm water. Are we safe here, Noah? From the Sentinel?
We should be, kitten. I haven t noticed anyone following us.
* * * *
Across from their building, a large man, swathed in a greatcoat, leaned against a lamp post,
muttering to himself. They look so much alike. Which bloody brother is it? He d have to get
closer to find out. He d been told Ian Lazarus had tawny eyes, but Noah s were an eerie, sparkling
gray. Neither brother had been to Paris in years, and none of the current Sentinel members had
actually seen the vampires up close. The French brotherhood had grown lax, but that was about to
change.
63
Chapter Nine
Club de Flirter was the mirror image of Flirt, right down to its location in an old, renovated
warehouse with a dull black paint job. Noah dressed Olivia for their night on the town in a little
Greco-Roman chiffon dress by Alberta Feretti paired with a soft leather sandal. He, as always,
dressed in black, leaving his long hair to flow freely in the light spring breeze. Both wore long coats,
hers in black cashmere with a green silk lining, his a black canvas duster.
The doorman gaped in surprise.. Mr. Lazarus! No one told us you were in town.
That s because I didn t tell anyone, Arnault. He gestured to Olivia. This is Olivia Sheppard, our
new head of security.
Olivia nodded politely. Bonjour.
The man greeted her politely and rushed to open the door for them. My pleasure, mademoiselle.
Enjoy your evening.
The club pulsed with the beat of tribal music.. The sixties room was filled to capacity with a Goth
crowd. They danced with a sexual abandon rarely seen in the club s American counterpart.
It s members only tonight, Noah said, his mouth pressed to her ear. Most are witches and
vampires, come to celebrate Ostara.
Ostara?
The Vernal Equinox. The beginning of spring, fertility and rebirth.
Ah, I see. That would explain all the bumping and grinding.
A soft chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. Yes, there is that. He looped her arm through his,
and they continued the tour. Let s check out the control room, see how the equipment is holding
up. Paris is a huge terrorist target; I want to make sure our patrons are safe.
Olivia checked the equipment, scanning through the various screens for camera placement, startled
when she clicked on the fantasy room and discovered audio. Erotic moans and sighs wafted into the
control room while Olivia studied the décor of the room. The Roman Orgy appeared to be the
theme of the night, with food and drink flowing liberally. Oh my, she murmured, watching a man
inserted a veritable fruit salad into a woman s pussy and began to feed from her.
Now, that s clever, Noah whispered, coming to stand beside her. I d like to do that to you.
Her breath hitched. I d like you to do that to me.
He took her hand. Then by all means, let us join the party.
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She made a halfhearted attempt to pull free of his grasp, but in the end, he led her down the long
hallway and into the fantasy room. Her pulse raced when Noah whispered to one of the attendants,
then led her toward the back of the room and one of the curtained areas.
The eight-by-eight patch of floor was covered with fluffy, white flocotti rugs. A huge, richly
upholstered cushion lay on the floor, covered with silk pillows. Noah pulled the cobalt chiffon
drapes around the area, closing them off from public viewing. They would be no more than two
shadows. A voice spoke from outside the curtain. Your fruit and wine, sir.
Olivia kicked off her jeweled sandals and stood in the center of the cushion, watching. Noah put the
bowl of oranges, ripe sliced mangos, a variety of berries, and bottle of Riesling on a low table and
stood in front of her, his fingers brushing wispy material from her shoulders, baring them for his
kiss. He released the scarflike belt around her waist, tugged the shirt over her head, and tossed it on
the floor.
Exquisite, he murmured. He cupped her breasts and leaned down to lavish each one with soft,
provocative kisses. When he had her moaning with need, he abandoned her breasts and plucked
open the button closure on her skirt. It fell to her feet and she kicked it aside, trembling with
anticipation.
He didn t disappoint. Yanking her hard against him, one hand burrowed into her hair, pulling her
head back. His lips grazed her neck. I can t wait for another taste of you, he rasped, then pressed
his tongue against her quaking pulse. I ve been mad with the need to take you, to fill that sweet
pussy with my cock, to savor the salty tang of your blood on my tongue as I fuck you.
He closed around her thong and yanked, and Olivia cried out. She had a vague thought about
leaving the club with no panties, but it disappeared, replaced with thoughts of Noah s fingers gliding
through her slit to penetrate her. She closed her eyes, dropped her head back, and widened her
stance when his fingers slid deep.
She shrieked with surprise to find herself suddenly on her back, the heat of Noah s bare skin against
hers. God, she gasped. How do you do that? I ve never known anyone who could undress so
quickly.
He laughed. I possess superior speed and strength, love. You d do well to remember that next time
you seek to taunt me with this lovely body. He laughed when she arched her hips against him.
Hmm, the lady likes to live dangerously. Don t say I didn t warn you, pet.
Yes, she d been warned. He reached into the specially prepared bowl of fruit and withdrew a large,
ripe strawberry, pressing it to her lips. She bit into the delectable fruit. When the juice dripped down
her chin, she giggled and then moaned when Noah licked it up.
Dear God!
He coated each nipple with strawberry juice and leisurely sucked it away, then squeezed half an
orange between her breasts. She watched, fascinated, while he sipped at her body. A trickle of
orange juice filled her belly button and he dove into it.
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Ah . . . God . . . you re driving me crazy! A sweet, citrusy scent filled her nostrils, and she gasped
feeling something cool and slippery slid into her vagina. Mango. Oh, Lord, he was fucking her with
juicy slices of mango!
He pushed her legs up, opening her wide, and nibbled at the entrance of her pussy, tugging a thick
slice of mango from her and chewing it.
Delicious. That was all he said before burrowing his face between her legs to dine on the fruit.
Olivia arched her hips and ground her pussy against his voracious mouth. Jesus, this was the most [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]