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Chapter Thirteen

Sophie turned off the webca kisses to Tilly and her parents after their daily catch up session Being apart fro hard on her heart, even if she was clearly having the tirandparents

Lucien handed her a chilled glass of wine and stroked a tender hand down her hair

"Don’t cry on your birthday, Princess She’ll be here next week"

Sophie placed her hand over his on her shoulder and turned to kiss his knuckles, knowing that Lucienhere alone has its co her to her feet "Come with me I made dinner reservations"

"You did?"

He rolled his eyes "Come with me"

Sophie let him lead her, her eyes drawn as always to the lone wolf inked across his naked, sun bronzed back, brought to life by the subtle shift of his muscles as he moved At thirty-six, he was a man who turned the heads of women in any room he walked into, yet whose own head was turned by no one but her His loyalty and lust were for Sophie alone, a thrill that never got old for her

"I need to go and get ready," Sophie said veering off towards the stairs down to their suite

"No you don’t"

Lucien didn’t turn around, just kept hold of her hand and led her out onto the terrace and down the warm stone steps at the side of the villa Heady, scented honeysucklethe air with sweetness as anticipation warmed Sophie’s bones Lucien had assuood things Sos, but always, always good

He turned to her at the botto a large, old key "This way" He slid the key into an arched gate in the wall, then shouldered it open Sophie glanced past him to see what lay beyond She hadn’t ventured past that point, in truth she hadn’t given any thought to as on the other side of the gate Cliff, she’d vaguely assuh and set off down the rocky, uneven path, Sophie following close behind hilanced dubiously around the small slice of wilderness "Do we have to catch it with our bare hands?"

"Would I make you do that on your birthday?"

He wouldn’t, she was almost certain Als: surprise trips, private asp This was a different approach, very different Picking her way down a dusty Ibizan cliffside like a oat was definitely unusual

"Nearly there," he said, then turned unexpectedly and drew her against hiive the slightest thought to where they were heading, because being kissed by Lucien was utterly immersive His hand drifted over her breast, and she felt her nipple ripen for hi a bra," hehis thumb around the nipple

"No"

He ran an experi if she had anything at all on beneath the cotton She didn’t She gasped when he unexpectedly lifted the dress up, grasping the seaed it off over her head