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ronica blindly trusted herself to his lead, breathlessly running helter-skelter in her flimsy sandals at his side, past the rows of parked cars, and tooting traffic, quickly outstripping the other scattering runners who slohen the police turned their attention to easier prey She began to laugh helplessly, for the sheer absurdity of it: Veronica Bell, budding businesswooody-two-shoes, on the run froht streets of Paris!
They cut left again, and suddenly they were in a place she recognised—the open-sided pedestrian arcade surrounding the Place des Vosges, their running footsteps on the stone paving echoing off the vaulted ceiling Lights were on in some of the apart out onto the square, but the restaurants and cafés and art galleries in the arcade beloere closed Here the shouting and the tuh the square, the park gates locked and the fountains turned off, the neatly clipped row of linden trees around the edge of the park casting ghostly shadows onto the crushed white ays inside the iron railings
‘You spoke English,’ Veronica accused, tugging at his hand as she slowed down, her chest burning, her free hand pressing against the slight stitch in her side
She gasped as a police car slid past the end of the square and Lucien spun her behind one of the square pillars that supported the arched ceiling of the arcade, backing her up against the cool stone, his hands sliding around her back to protect her silk top frohened surface as his body pressed her deep into the inky shadow Their panting breath inter against her breast and the fear and excitele to think
‘Back there,’ she whispered hoarsely, ‘I heard you—’
He lish or any language under the sun, because by then he was kissing her and nothingtaste of hisher nostrils and the feel of his arainst his hard chest The brush with danger had been arousing and now there was another way to feed their infla excitement Adrenalin spiked in her veins as Lucien bit her tender lip and forced his way into herhotly into the silky depths as his hips ground into hers, flattening her botto, passionate savagery—nothing, nothing, like the light, teasing kisses he had given her earlier at the fireworks…nothing like any kiss she had ever had before in her life!
Veronica hadn’t knohat she was , but she did now, her inhibitions swept away by hisskill Surrounded by his erip at his flanks, her fingers curving under the rise of his buttocks, her short nails digging deainst hi deeper into herwithin the arcade wrenched the enough to acknowledge the raw urgency of their desire
‘Co voice, thick with promise, and she would have followed him to the moon But heaven wasn’t even further than the next street He kissed her fro the arcade, and once out into rue de Birague he et her into his apart her delicious secret as they passed her door on the way up the stairs
She had never thought of herself as wildly sexy until she saw herself through Lucien’s eyes He wanted her and wasn’t afraid to let her see it, made demands of her that unlocked the secret desires that she didn’t even know that she possessed And never had a man undressed for her the way he did…slowly, sensuously stripping off his clothes without taking his eyes off her face, watching her watch hi the hectic flush of passion turn her pale, freckle-flecked skin to rose-pink, her grey eyes widen then darken in a shocked fascination that revealedin luscious anticipation of tasting his tawny flesh, her awed appreciation when he prowled naked towards herin the flattery
And then it was her turn, the sultry stroke of his ad her without words how nificent he found the lavish proportions of her tall body as he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, tantalisingly delaying the thrilling mo her swollen breasts in the sexy lingerie as he raked it up over her head, bending his worshipful mouth to the lush, creae of the lavender bra His hands were as skilful and busy as his mouth and Veronica closed her eyes as sheer, unadulterated, sensual bliss began to roll over her in waves…
One of which dashed cold water in her face!
Veronica’s eyes flew open, her flush of arousal turning into an eentle rock of the TGV, and realised that a little girl in a pink dress had tripped on her unsteady progress up the aisle and splattered her with chilled water fro face, Veronica hoped that her X-rated memories weren’t e apologies fro her with a cheerful smile that mineral water was excellent for the complexion
She patted the water into her hot skin as they continued on their progress, chagrined to realise that she had nodded off—although that wasn’t surprising in view of her lack of sleep—and had been reliving her intensely erotic encounter in vivid Technicolor instead of paying attention to the fascinating parade of French towns and villages popping up into sight as the train whipped past the rolling fields of the French countryside
And noas too late According to the e, the high-speed train was slowing down on the approach to the outskirts of Avignon She would have to make certain she paid attention on the return trip, Veronica lectured herself
Someone had discarded a newspaper on the floor beside Karen’s eri as she noticed that it was the sa in the bar She idly flicked through it, only able to pick out a feords and phrases here and there Much of the centre of the paper was illustrated with typical paparazzi shots of the usual set of international celebrities caught in e situations, and Veronica skipped over thes ofExclusivité—a string of photos of a notoriously volatile actor having some kind of punch-up in a London hotel On i She would throw it away later, she proht on the town!