warmth.
Stop it ! Lucien went rigid. He could not afford to forget himself. He had never let himself get lost in sexual attraction or a lively, pretty woman in the past, and he had no intention of losing his way and doing so now. Sweet Miss Emerson needed some prepping for the next stage of this game, and no one had yet to best Lucien in the subtle art of manipulation. He would not let an innocent become the first.
As Sophie joined the group on the front lawn, she tried to control her blush. But gosh, she’d seen the cocks of two of the three men in front of her and swore she could still feel the imprint of the third against her spine right this second. She couldn’t get the sensation of that same man’s fingers off her mound either. Her channel still pulsed with the feel of his hand pressing between her thighs. She remained unnaturally slick in his presence too. Her immediate response to him was as much a mystery to her as the secrets still hidden on this island. Darn it.
Sophie bounded—with a little too much bounce, jeez—to Lucien and Magnus. “Someone should have woken me,” she said. “I’d have been happy to help with the cleanup.”
“With all the extra research ”—Lucien landed a pointed stare on her—“you took upon yourself for your story last night, I thought it best to let you get some rest.”
Sophie blushed even hotter under Lucien’s scrutiny. She had on her own clothing again, in addition to the extra layer of Emma’s hoodie, yet she felt as naked and on display right now as Emma had been in actuality last night. Whoa . Sophie rubbed her arms. The mere thought dotted her skin with goose bumps under her clothes.
Her savior once more, Magnus glared at Lucien and gave Sophie’s shoulder a quick squeeze. “Ignore him. He doesn’t mean to be an ass, particularly since it looks like you’ll be stuck with his company for at least another day, maybe longer.” Magnus shared the news about the Maiden’s Voyage having slipped its mooring, as well as the damage done to the smaller boat they sometimes used for transportation. Magnus also explained that the official cleanup was focused on the mainland, and that as long as Raven Island had functioning generators and enough food to sustain its residents, rescue workers would not put getting Sophie back home at the top of their list.
“So let me just say that we”—Magnus beckoned to Cale and a stunning, dark-haired beauty—“would appreciate any help you’re willing to offer.”
The statuesque woman stuck her hand out in Sophie’s direction. “I’m Jade.” They exchanged a firm handshake. “I heard Ravenstoke had a guest. It’s nice to meet you.”
After murmuring “Likewise,” to Jade, Sophie clasped Cale’s waiting hand.
“Cale.” The man’s fingers closed tightly around Sophie’s, and she immediately sensed that if he didn’t maintain control, he could easily crush her hand and break bones. “I’m the groundskeeper, and I gladly accept your offer of assistance.”
His smile reached his eyes, and Sophie automatically grinned back. “It’s nice to meet you both,” she replied. Officially, anyway . She’d never forget Cale plowing his thick penis into Emma’s pussy or the gleam of joy in his milk chocolate stare as he fucked her. Shaking herself mentally— stop thinking about sex, darn it —Sophie plastered an even bigger grin on her face. “Just put me where you want me, show me what you want done, and I’ll do my best.”
Right then her stomach churned and grumbled. Very loudly.
Lucien chuckled, the sound a strange mix of indulgent and superior. “You are welcome to help out with the cleaning as much as you’d like”—he held up a hand when Sophie parted her lips—“provided you get yourself to the kitchen for some breakfast first. I don’t need you passing out and pitching over the cliffs.”
To the left, waves crashed against the cliff’s rock-face. Sophie envisioned the tide swallowing the
Stop it ! Lucien went rigid. He could not afford to forget himself. He had never let himself get lost in sexual attraction or a lively, pretty woman in the past, and he had no intention of losing his way and doing so now. Sweet Miss Emerson needed some prepping for the next stage of this game, and no one had yet to best Lucien in the subtle art of manipulation. He would not let an innocent become the first.
As Sophie joined the group on the front lawn, she tried to control her blush. But gosh, she’d seen the cocks of two of the three men in front of her and swore she could still feel the imprint of the third against her spine right this second. She couldn’t get the sensation of that same man’s fingers off her mound either. Her channel still pulsed with the feel of his hand pressing between her thighs. She remained unnaturally slick in his presence too. Her immediate response to him was as much a mystery to her as the secrets still hidden on this island. Darn it.
Sophie bounded—with a little too much bounce, jeez—to Lucien and Magnus. “Someone should have woken me,” she said. “I’d have been happy to help with the cleanup.”
“With all the extra research ”—Lucien landed a pointed stare on her—“you took upon yourself for your story last night, I thought it best to let you get some rest.”
Sophie blushed even hotter under Lucien’s scrutiny. She had on her own clothing again, in addition to the extra layer of Emma’s hoodie, yet she felt as naked and on display right now as Emma had been in actuality last night. Whoa . Sophie rubbed her arms. The mere thought dotted her skin with goose bumps under her clothes.
Her savior once more, Magnus glared at Lucien and gave Sophie’s shoulder a quick squeeze. “Ignore him. He doesn’t mean to be an ass, particularly since it looks like you’ll be stuck with his company for at least another day, maybe longer.” Magnus shared the news about the Maiden’s Voyage having slipped its mooring, as well as the damage done to the smaller boat they sometimes used for transportation. Magnus also explained that the official cleanup was focused on the mainland, and that as long as Raven Island had functioning generators and enough food to sustain its residents, rescue workers would not put getting Sophie back home at the top of their list.
“So let me just say that we”—Magnus beckoned to Cale and a stunning, dark-haired beauty—“would appreciate any help you’re willing to offer.”
The statuesque woman stuck her hand out in Sophie’s direction. “I’m Jade.” They exchanged a firm handshake. “I heard Ravenstoke had a guest. It’s nice to meet you.”
After murmuring “Likewise,” to Jade, Sophie clasped Cale’s waiting hand.
“Cale.” The man’s fingers closed tightly around Sophie’s, and she immediately sensed that if he didn’t maintain control, he could easily crush her hand and break bones. “I’m the groundskeeper, and I gladly accept your offer of assistance.”
His smile reached his eyes, and Sophie automatically grinned back. “It’s nice to meet you both,” she replied. Officially, anyway . She’d never forget Cale plowing his thick penis into Emma’s pussy or the gleam of joy in his milk chocolate stare as he fucked her. Shaking herself mentally— stop thinking about sex, darn it —Sophie plastered an even bigger grin on her face. “Just put me where you want me, show me what you want done, and I’ll do my best.”
Right then her stomach churned and grumbled. Very loudly.
Lucien chuckled, the sound a strange mix of indulgent and superior. “You are welcome to help out with the cleaning as much as you’d like”—he held up a hand when Sophie parted her lips—“provided you get yourself to the kitchen for some breakfast first. I don’t need you passing out and pitching over the cliffs.”
To the left, waves crashed against the cliff’s rock-face. Sophie envisioned the tide swallowing the
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