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Henri heard very little of what his wife said. He stared at her breast and the bite marks it carried. “Mon petit chou chou. What has happened? Did that monster tear at you with his teeth?” He rushed to hold his wife in his arms. His hand delicately lifted her damaged breast. “I will dig him up out of the ground and kill him again.”
“Thank you, dearest. Please, just let me rest in your arms for a while.”
Henri led her to bed and helped her into it. He ran around the bed and slipped into bed and to her side. He gathered her into his embrace. She sighed in safety and happiness.
She rose up on her elbow. “He was smaller than you, Henri. And shorter. I’m afraid you’ve spoiled me for other men.”
He put his fingers on her cheek. “I will joke with you later, when I feel more calm.” He kissed her long and hard. “I am so grateful and happy that you’re alive. That is all that matters to me.’
Veronique laid her hand on her husband’s limp cock. “I’m afraid I have other needs so calm down and get hard, my husband. I need you inside me.”
“Of course my dear.”
Chapter Thirteen
Helene knocked on Alain’s door. He answered it himself. She lost a bit of her swagger. She stumbled over the words. “Alain, I... I hope I haven’t come at an awkward time. I just wanted to be with you a little more.”
Alain pulled her inside the house and closed the door. “You are welcome to my house at any time for any reason.” He kissed her. “I worry about your reputation. There will be talk.”
“I know. It’s alright. Take me to your bedroom, and I’ll explain.”
Alain led the way. His bedroom was what she expected of a man’s sleeping chamber; lots of hunting prints on the walls, a general feeling of casual messiness without clutter or dirt and the delicious smell of male animal.
She stood in the middle of the room and began removing her dress. “Darling, I found something out today.”
“What was that?”
She laid her dress on a chair and went to work on her petticoat. “Something powerful grows inside a woman when she’s met her permanent soul mate.” She dropped the petticoat on the chair. She wore only the familiar camisole. “I had to seduce you. I didn’t have a choice. My soul told me to do it. Just as I will be in your bed tonight. I must be next to you every night for the rest of my life. I will never leave. Society will talk. I will ignore it. Why do you still have your clothes on?”
Truthfully, Alain hadn’t removed anything because Helene’s beautiful body stunned him.
She walked up to him with concern in her eyes. “Breathe, my dear, breathe. You’ll faint if you don’t.”
He forcefully pushed the air out of his lungs.
After she was sure he’d recovered, she folded back the covers and slid into his bed. She brought the sheet up over her breasts. “There, now you can concentrate. What do you think of what I just said?”
“I agree. We will never be apart.”
Naked, Alain joined Helene in bed and held her beautiful body in his arms. He mumbled, “I will get to hold the most gorgeous woman in all of France every night until we die.”
Helene was very tempted to say, “Who is she? Do I know her?” She didn’t. She said, “I love you.”
Alain said, “I love you too.”
THE END
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A Night With Two Billionaires
By: Lisa Cartwright
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Chapter One
For Anna, going to work was always a bit of a chore. She hated it, and for one, she always felt like she had to prove herself. She clocked in at the local bookstore, standing at the counter and talking to a few of the customers about the latest novels. She pushed her glasses up against her face, her petite frame leaning over the counter. She just wished that one day, one day was all that she wanted, someone would come over and make her day all the more interesting.
She looked around. Apparently it was another slow day here. She thought that maybe taking a job at the local bookstore would make things easier on her, especially since she would be able to work in a place where she had something in common with the people that came in. Books were her life, and as a quiet girl, they were her solace.