French Delight

By Sloane Taylor

Fantasy blooms in a garden of wicked delight.

Science is Paul’s life. Close to a major breakthrough, all he wants is to be left alone with his trees and not be forced to entertain a corporate suit. That is until the suit arrives in a sexy sundress. Now all Paul thinks about is experimenting on her.

Lisette is less than thrilled to spend a month at a moldering chateau on the French Riviera with some dried up old scientist for company. However the hot man in dirty jeans tending his scraggly trees proves more of a garden fantasy than the nerd in a lab coat.

Sex and science create a volatile formula resulting in total delight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sloane Taylor
• Release date: Sep 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9780996519717

Sloane Taylor

Award-Winning author Sloane Taylor is a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives and carries that philosophy into her books. She writes sexually explicit romances that takes you right into the bedroom. Being a true romantic, all her stories have a happy ever after. Her books are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women they encounter are both feminine and strong. They also bring more than lust to their men’s lives. Taylor was born and raised on the Southside of Chicago. Studly, her mate for life, and Taylor now live in a small home in Indiana and enjoy the change from city life. She is an avid cook and posts new recipes on her blog http://sloanetaylor.blogspot.com/ every Wednesday. The recipes are user friendly, meaning easy. Taylor currently has five erotic romance books released by Toque & Dagger Publishing with more releasing in the near future.

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French Delight

Book Two

Naughty Ladies of Nice

by

Sloane Taylor

About French Delight

Science is Paul’s life. Close to a major breakthrough, all he wants is to be left alone with his trees and not be forced to entertain a corporate suit. That is until the suit arrives in a sexy sundress. Now all Paul thinks about is experimenting on her.

Lisette is less than thrilled to spend a month at a moldering chateau on the French Riviera with some dried up old scientist for company. However the hot man in dirty jeans tending his scraggly trees proves more of a garden fantasy than the nerd in a lab coat.

Sex and science create a volatile formula resulting in total delight.

Copyright

Copyright © French Delight by Sloane Taylor, Second Editon

Issued by : Toque & Dagger Publishing

a division of Chafin-Cole Enterprises, 2015

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 978-0-9965197-1-7

All Rights Reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher.

This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines and/or imprisonment. No part of this book can be reproduced or sold by any person or business without the express permission of the publisher.

This book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author’s imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental.

Editor: Helen Hardt

Cover Artist & Interior Design: Kelly Shorten

First Edition Issued by Musa Publishing, 2013

Dedication

To Beth Anderson who makes me laugh and cry.

Chapter One

The harsh light beat down on him, casting a long lean shadow that masked his strong features beneath a sun bleached straw hat. With a wink, he dipped the wide brim lower, and then, as if to tease her, he slowly eased his tongue along his full lips and delightful tingles raced up her spine. His body moved in time to the steady beat of the sensual music playing in her mind. She mouthed the lyrics to a song she had often heard from her parents’ bedroom, You Can Leave Your Hat On. A knowing smile tugged at her lips. Now a grown woman, she understood the ardent meaning of the lyrics. The need to share the experience with the silent man just beyond arm’s reach clawed at her. She leaned back in the overstuffed chair, her tense fingertips picking at the threadbare arms, ready to treat herself to yet another of his magnificent shows.

Each afternoon he performed, and each afternoon she cut short any appointments to gain a front row seat and watch his tantalizing striptease, a delicious habit she had become addicted to over the last few weeks.

Lisette stared straight ahead, fascinated with the stud and his appreciable package while he enhanced his routine.

He flexed his arms. She pressed her thighs together, savoring the pressure that built between them. His large hands moved up his body until his long fingers stopped to work free the top two buttons on the blue chambray shirt. The worn material opened just enough to build the anticipation of him baring his muscular chest.

The Chippendales had nothing on him. She scooted to the edge of her chair, grateful for the shadows in the room that shrouded her.

The stiff red lace on her demi bra pressed into her swollen breasts. She tugged at the straps in an attempt to make the fit more comfortable. The movement helped, but did nothing to relieve the tingle in her tight nipples.

She undid a few buttons on her blouse, mimicking his actions. Her imagination raced at the thought of his hands on her. Pretending it was his, she dipped a finger down her cleavage and skimmed along the firm mounds. Her breath came in short pants and echoed in the silent room.

He tugged his shirttails free from his slacks in a smooth move that exposed his sharply defined abs. Droplets of sweat glistened on his bronze flesh as he peeled the damp shirt from his body. Lisette watched, her eyes glued to the water beads crawling down his back, and then delving below his waistband. She swiped her tongue over her parched lips and wished she could lap up every single sweet drop from his broad shoulders.

With care, he folded the worn cloth, then bent and laid it at his feet, his languid movements a beautiful torture. He allowed his hat to roll off his head and down his arm before placing it on the shirt. His black ponytail brushed against the thick column of his neck. The loose ends of the thin leather strip, holding his lion’s mane in place, grazed the long silvery scar on his shoulder.

He stretched his arms high in the air, then arced them downward and rested his hands at the small of his back. Slowly, he swiveled his upper body from side to side. She licked her lips again and stared at his distended, dark brown nipples.

His muscles rippled when he bent over to tug his khaki slacks from his black work boots. The material of his worn pants pulled tight across his perfect ass, accentuating the outline of his large balls. Perspiration moistened her skin as a luscious image of him and her, romping