The Camp (Chateau #2) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chateau Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
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I stared at her, seeing the way her eyes lit up in affection once more, brighter than the Eiffel Tower nearby, brighter than the Christmas trees in the windows during the holidays. She was the only woman who ever looked at me that way, who could make me feel special without saying a word.

We arrived at the restaurant and were given a table inside.

She sat across from me and looked at her menu, her makeup making her eyes stand out, her dress tight and sexy on her nice figure. Her brown hair was pulled to one side, and without realizing it, she bit her bottom lip as she tried to decipher the menu.

I stared at her instead of the selections.

She didn’t notice. “Normally, I use Google translate for this, but I don’t have a phone.” She raised her chin and looked at me. “Any recommendations?”

“What are you in the mood for? There’s beef cannelloni, citrus avocado with salmon, seafood pasta, roasted lamb, margherita pizza, steak and fries…”

“Ooh…that’s a good list.” She looked at the menu again even though she couldn’t read it. “What are you getting?”

“Cannelloni.” I set the menu at the edge of the table.

“I don’t know if I want the pizza or the steak…”

“What if you get the steak and take the pizza home?”

“Can I do that?” She looked over her menu again, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” A smile fought through my restraints and came on to my lips.

Her eyes softened when she saw it, like that was one of the things in the world that made her happy…when I was happy. “You’re gonna get a blow job when we get back to the apartment.” She set the menu at the edge of the table.

My smile widened. “We should go out to dinner more often.”

I sat against the headboard and watched her move up and down slowly, taking my dick completely before she used her powerful thighs to raise herself once again. Her tits were in front of me, firm and sexy, and I just sat there and watched this incredible woman enjoy me like I was the only man in the world she wanted to be with.

My hands moved to her tits, and I squeezed them, listening to her breathe hard from both pleasure and exertion. She would close her eyes and let her lips part, releasing a gasp when my dick hit her in the perfect spot. I watched her with fascination, deep in the moment but also outside of it, watching this gorgeous woman make love to me in the sexiest way. She rolled her hips slowly, dragged her hands down my hard chest, cupped my face and kissed me with trembling lips. “Magnus.” With her lips pressed to mine, she said my name.

My hands went to her ass and guided her up and down, knowing she was close. So was I. “Ma petite amie…” My face moved into her neck, and I felt my dick harden even more, knowing she was right at the edge.

She clawed my shoulders as she came, releasing a loud gasp followed by several more. “Yes…”

My arms wrapped around her waist, and I finished with her, both of us moaning and writhing as we hit ecstasy at the same time. My arms squeezed her harder than I should, but she never protested against the tightness, like she could handle a man’s crushing embrace, even liked it.

As the crescendo of our passion faded, my hold slackened and my arms slid across her back as I pulled away, looking into her watery eyes and seeing the passion burn her all the way through. Just like always.

She moved into me and placed a final kiss on my lips before she got off me and lay in the spot beside me, her naked body coated in sweat, her hair in disarray. She closed her eyes and lay on top of the sheets.

I held my position and looked at her, watched her recover from the exertion because she was the one who’d done all the work for the last forty-five minutes. My hand went to her arm, and I gently grazed my fingers across it, feeling the dampness of her sticky skin.

Then she got out of bed, pulled on my t-shirt, and walked out of the room.

My head turned as my eyes followed her.

Her footsteps sounded on the stairs and then disappeared.

I grabbed my glass of water and took a drink.

When she came back, the pizza box was in her hand.

My eyebrows rose, and a gentle smile moved on to my lips.

She got back into the bed beside me and opened the top to grab a slice.

I just watched her.

“What?” She chewed a bite as she held the pizza box in her lap, her eyes on the contents of the box.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’ve never seen a woman eat pizza after sex?”


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