I FIND PHILLIPE up in his studio later that afternoon and move over to the desk, placing my laptop down and opening it.
He’s sitting where I found him the day I arrived at the chateau, dressed in the same dark pants and a black turtleneck. His sensual eyes are stunning in contrast. I lean against the desk and take a moment to really look at him.
“Are we going to discuss what happened?” I ask, trying to make sense of everything I’m feeling and, possibly, everything he is.
“What is it you feel needs discussing, Gemma?”
“Stop it,” I tell him. I take a step closer, and that’s when he pushes up from the chair and moves in my direction, meeting me halfway. Looking up at him, I’m struck for the first time in days just how incredibly attractive Phillipe really is. His dark hair looks like he pushed it away from his face, but a few strands have fallen forward, flirting with his lashes.
“Stop what?” he asks in a voice I’m starting to dream about.
“Stop trying to intimidate me. I want to know you,” I tell him, taking that final step to him. It’s a shock to me when he takes one back.
“You don’t know what you want, Gemma,” he informs me darkly, those mysterious eyes narrowing.
“I seemed to know what I wanted last night. Wouldn’t you say?”
He shakes his head as I move again, taking one step forward to his step back.
“You didn’t know what you wanted last night.”
“Didn’t I?” I ask, starting to get annoyed. I need him to open up to me. I want him to trust me, and the only way I can see that happening is for me to trust him. “I knew exactly what I wanted last night. I wanted you.” I watch his mouth pull into a grimace, but I’m not finished yet. “And I wanted her. Istillwant her.”
As my words penetrate his mind, he looks me over. “You don’t know what you’re saying right now. Would you listen to yourself?”
Straightening my shoulders, I lift my chin. “How about you listen to me? I know exactly what I just said, and I know exactly what I’m feeling. I’ll admit that I don’t have the first idea why or how it is that I want her, but I do, just as much as I want you.”
Finally, he stops moving backward and takes a step toward me. He reaches out to grip my shoulders tightly. “Do you hear what you’re telling me?”
I lick my lips as his voice skates along my spine, touching every nerve. I shiver with anticipation.
“Yes,” I reply on a breathy sigh. “I’m sick and tired of hiding it from you. You know what I’m reading, you know what you’re telling me, and I’m placing my trust in you. I’m giving mybodyto you.” Swallowing deeply, I try to regain my slipping composure. “I don’t know what it is you see, and I don’tknow what you’re feeling, but when you bringherbetween us, something happens inside of me.”
I watch as, almost in slow motion, he reaches out and fingers my hard, tight nipple.
“See? I’m not lying, Phillipe. You and Chantel have done something to me.” I shiver as I confess, “And I want you to do it over and over.”
As Phillipe stands there, listening to the words tumbling from Gemma’s mouth, he’s trying to tell himself that this isnota good idea. Not only is she only going to be here temporarily, she is also a journalist who is writing a story on him.
None of this can end well. She wants him to touch her, to break her down, and to crawl inside of her. She wantsChantel.
He knows she has been struggling to understand her feelings when it comes to the paintings, as well as her reactions to him, but to stand in front of him…to confess her perversion? Well, he knows there’s no way he can walk away from that. If anything, it makes him want to slide deeper inside of her to indulge in her debauchery.
“Honesty,” he says gruffly, removing his hand from her nipple to touch her chin.
She doesn’t flinch. In fact, she doesn’t even blink.
“If we go where you want to go, Gemma, if we get deep inside this head of yours, you have to give me honesty.”
Her eyes dilate and her lips part.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, breathing slowly.
“You need to tell me what you’re thinking—allthe time.” She nods as Phillipe wraps his arm around her, pulling her forward.“And if you want to scream her name out when my cock is fucking you, you scream it right into my ear.”
I can feel the inner muscles of my pussy tighten at his dark suggestion. How is it that with just a few simple, suggestive words, this man has reduced me to a quivering pile of flesh and bones?
