Maison Plaisir (Spirit World 1)

He halted her when she was about to pick a scrumptious looking piece of what looked like chicken.

“I’ll feed you.”

“I can feed myself.”

“I know. But where’s the fun in that?” Hervé disappeared before her eyes and materialised beside her, curling an arm around her waist. “Try this first.” He grabbed a fork and stabbed it to a plate that was mounted with diced vegetables cooked in red sauce. “We call this jenang, one of my favourites. It’s sweet wintermelon and greens stewed in pheasant bits.”

Belle tried it. Hervé wasn’t kidding. Jenang was delicious. Sweet and salty flavours complimented each other, leaving her palate longing for more.

“Good?” Hervé inquired.

She nodded.

“Now, try this. Select bufu beef marinated in palm sugar and sautéed with special lingonberries. Oops.” Hervé had dropped a piece on her cleavage. “I’ll get that.”

Belle twitched when Hervé used his mouth to clean up the mess instead of a napkin. The sweep of his tongue made lust flare like fuel to a matchstick. “You deliberately did that,” she accused him.

“So?” Hervé acted all innocent. “Food tastes more delicious on a pretty woman.”

Belle rolled her eyes. Hervé continued fondling her while she sampled all the dishes he’d ordered. He paused every so often to give her mind-muddying kisses that made her forget her own name. By the time they got to dessert, she was shaking with burning arousal.

“Oh, Belle, I love watching you like this. Has anybody ever told you, you look even prettier when you’re horny?”

She took a swig of water from the glass. “Damn you.”

“Hmm. Lose your panties and I’ll give you a special dessert.”

“Are you kidding? In here?”

“Yes, in here. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been hard as rock since I kissed you on the street. Come on. I know you’re wet already.” To make matters worse, Hervé slipped his hand under her skirt and cupped her mound. “Oh yeah, wet. Just the way I like it.”

“Hervé!”

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nbsp; “Shh. Lose the panties now or you’ll regret it later.”

“Is that a threat, mister?”

“Hell, yes. Do you really want to go home bare-assed?”

“Oh fuck.”

“Language, young lady. But that’s exactly what I had in mind.”

With trembling hands, Belle hitched her skirt and pulled down her panties. They were soaked wet with her juices.

“Good girl. Now sit on my lap. I want to suck your nipples while I fuck you.”

Sweet mother of God. The thought of fucking in a public place made her even wetter. Delirious with need, Belle swung a leg over his hips and straddled him. Like he said, Hervé was hard. Rock hard. The bulge between his thighs was a bit intimidating. He unzipped his pants and released his erection. Her pussy clenched the moment their sex made contact.

Hervé hissed. “Let’s take this shirt off.”

“No.”

“Just a bit, love.” He freed the first two buttons of her shirt and pushed her bra up. “My. Those berries are practically begging to be sucked.” Hervé gave an experimental lick. “Mmm. Sweet. But more sweetness wouldn’t hurt.”

Belle watched him with wonder as Hervé dabbed his finger into the dessert fruit sauce and smeared it on her areola. Her heart lurched into her throat when he licked her nipple with gusto. Hervé was a man who truly enjoyed his dessert. She bit her lip and fisted his hair instinctively while Hervé trapped her hard bud between the roof of his mouth and his tongue, sucking her as if she was the sweetest substance in the world.