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Before I’ve even finished the sentence, his hand slips beneath the front of my dress. His fingers find my clit and circle it slowly. Within seconds, I’m teetering over the edge of oblivion, my orgasm ripping through me so powerfully, it’s debilitating. My legs shudder and shake as the world as I know it rocks beneath me.

James follows, seconds behind me, his final few pumps drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

Next time he asks me to work for him, the answer will be yes.

The next time he’s on his knees for me, the answer will be yes,

Because there is nothing in this world this man won’t do for me, and it’s time I trusted him and reciprocated. Even if it means baring so much more than my body to him.

Chapter Forty-Two

JAMES

Lucien Moreau was only too keen to host us when I mentioned I was bringing my girlfriend to Paris. The paperwork for the acquisition is with our legal team, but there’s no harm in checking the quality of the vineyards personally, before I sign the final documents.

We land in Marseille just before midday.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask Scarlett, as we disembark the jet.

She waits until we both have two feet on the ground before swivelling round and answering. ‘I was devastated to leave Paris,’ she says, ‘but look at this.’ She sweeps a hand around the scenic countryside. Rolling lavender fields and ancient olive groves span as far as the eye can see. It’s quintessentially spring in Provence. ‘This is something else.’ She whistles lowly, her silver eyes soaking up every tiny detail. My heart swells in my chest.

I’ve never felt a love like it.

When I look at her, I feel like I’ve come home.

Maybe because what I see is a reflection of my own soul. I’ve been living my life. Doing what I was born to do,working hard and playing harder, but I’m beginning to realise that maybe I wasn't really living it. Maybe I was simply going through the motions?

She’s technically no longer a virgin yet she still radiates an innocence that’s my utter undoing. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for her. She takes such joy in the small things, like the caviar breakfast earlier, the Chanel dress she bought with my credit card today, even her eagerness to impress when I introduced her to my family.

Scarlett wears her heart on her sleeve and it’s so fucking refreshing.

The urge to corrupt her and care for her are destined to permanently duel inside of my soul.

‘It’s not nearly as beautiful as you.’ I press a kiss to her lips, marvelling as the midday sun illuminates her flawless skin.

‘Corny– much?’ She arches onto her tiptoes and inhales the side of my neck like she’s snorting up a drug.

‘I’m not corny. I’m horny. It’s different.’ I slap her backside and she squeals. ‘I thought if I butter you up, you might let me fuck you again later.’

‘You don’t need to butter me up.’ She presses her hips against mine in an open invitation.

‘Well, in that case, what are we waiting for? Lucien sent a car. Let’s get the tour of the vineyards over so we can get to the good stuff.’

Forty minutes later, I spot a sign for Chateau Éclatant, the largest of one of five of the Imperial Wine Group’s vineyards, and the place Lucien calls home, for now, at least.

Chateau Éclatant is renowned for its exquisite range of wines. The rosés are some of the most delicate and aromatic in the world, the whites are supposed to be crisp andrefreshing and the reds, robust and elegant. I’m looking forward to sampling them all.

As our chauffeur takes a right turn, a traditional-looking chateau comes into view.

‘You’re buying this?’ Scarlett turns to me, open mouthed.

‘Not me personally. Beckett’s is technically the buyer and will be its new owner. There are five vineyards altogether, each with properties like this on them. The plan is to construct a number of luxury hotels, the details of which we’ll leave to Sean. It’s going to be perfect. This acquisition is going to benefit the group in so many ways, while also giving our distillery an edge over our competitors.’ I purse my lips together thinking of the O’Connors. Slippery fuckers.

They tried to outbid us, but thankfully Lucien proved to be a man of his word and stood by our agreement. By next week, the paperwork will be complete and this will be all mine. Well, Beckett’s at least.

I cast my eyes over the grounds. The spring sunshine bathes the entire estate in a golden light. Ancient stone walls, remnants of a time long past, encircle portions of the vineyard, probably to protect the precious vines. Between the rows, ragged clumps of wildflowers add splashes of colour.

‘It’s so ruggedly beautiful,’ Scarlett says breathily.

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