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that girl. She always kept her hands to herself but it was as if his chest was calling to her. She remembered how hard it was and she wanted to touch it again.
    “Yes. You are the most wonderful, profoundly challenging, intelligent, beautiful person I have ever met. Before you I never thought I would love again, I swore off women, but you changed everything. You, Francesca.”
    Lord Jacques let her touch him for a moment before he kissed her. Finally Francesca thought to herself. When he kissed her, it felt as if all her nerves were on fire. She felt pleasure in every part of her body as her knees weakened and she found herself leaning against him for support. He kissed her so gently and softly.
    “Do you understand now?” he asked her as he held her in his arms. She felt so small and fragile as he looked down at her and kissed her forehead. Francesca knew that she had to go but she did not want to leave the comfort of his embrace. She liked being his arms.
    Olivier caressed her side as he ran his hand down her hip and rubbed it lazily. This was a new sensation to Francesca as she felt what she could only assume to be arousal. “Lower,” she whispered.
    “There is a sex kitten inside of you. Maybe I don’t know everything about you after all,” he said to her.
    “What?”
    “When I touch you, the sexual side of you emerges.” He moved his hand lower as Francesca moaned.
    “No, there is not.” She hated that he was right. She always thought that she was not a very sexual person. She did not even like talking about sex. She had always viewed herself as an uptight, sophisticated woman, but when she was with Olivier, she found herself melting as pleasure overtook her.
    Lord Jacques kissed her neck as his hand roamed around her body. Her skin was so soft and warm. He inhaled, as he took in her scent, which reminded him of peaches. At this point Francesca could barely stand as she clutched his shirt tightly as she moaned.
    “I don’t want to stop,” he whispered against her neck.
    “Then don’t,” she whispered back.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes, Olivier, please don’t stop.” As his hands roamed across her body, he cupped her hips, as he pulled her tightly against him. Francesca opened her eyes in surprise as she felt his arousal pressed tightly against her. Moaning, she leaned into him. Her hands found their way around his neck as she held on. Trailing his hand up her back, he tangled his hand in her hair, as he tilted her head. She moaned into his mouth, as she panted. She did not want him to stop, but if he did not, she was sure that she would explode and she was not sure she was prepared for that.
    “I have to stop touching you,” he said as he took deep breaths.
    “Please don't,” she whispered. He stepped back and straightened her clothes. “What are you doing?” she complained.
    “You said you did not have much time.”
    “What?”
    “You came with your sister.”
    Francesca groaned. He was driving her crazy. “Yes,” she said as she nodded. She ran her fingers through her hair and checked her clothes.
    “There is that sex kitten, again.”
    “And whose fault is that?” she shot back petulantly
    Lord Jacques laughed. “I will not take you here,” he said.
    “What? Who said anything about that?”
    “You were thinking it.”
    Francesca rolled her eyes and walked out. Just for one second she thought about him making love to her and he saw it. She could not understand how it was that he could read her so well. It was annoying, as she could not keep her thoughts to herself around him.
    “Why are you coming out of Lord Jacques's office?” Macee asked as she approached her sister.
    “Hmmm?”  Francesca could not even defend herself. Apparently, she was terrible at lying anyway.
    “Francesca?!” Macee's eyes were wide open.
    “Do not make a scene Mace, I will tell you everything.” She figured it was better to tell her the truth rather than listen to her make fun of her. She needed