The French Kiss Read Online Lauren Landish

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Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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That may have been a mistake, but right now, all I care about is apologizing to Autumn for our moment being interrupted.

I follow her footsteps out the roped area and look across the dance floor, assuming she will have returned to the other contestants. But I see them on the dance floor having a great time, and Autumn isn’t with them.

“Monsieur Corbin,” the waitress calls, and when I look her way, she points toward the back hall.

“Merci.”

I track her down to the women’s restroom. Taking a small delight in returning her earlier favor, I burst through the door.

Autumn is standing at the sink, staring at herself in the mirror, but when I enter, she jerks and looks my way. “This is the ladies’ room,” she snaps.

“Found you,” I reply, ignoring her argument about a sign on the door. Something so trivial doesn’t matter. What does matter? “We were in the middle of something.”

She snorts out a sad laugh. “You were in the middle of it, that’s for sure.” She makes a move to step around me and I block her way.

“Non.”

“I’ve had enough for one day. I need to get back to the others and get to bed so I’m ready for tomorrow,” she begs. But there’s a thread of something in her tone. She thinks those women are what I’m looking for.

She couldn’t be more wrong.

I step into her, saying her name firmly. She lifts her eyes to mine, and the fire burning in their depths could singe the world to ashes. Jealousy, anger, lust, and self-confidence swirl into the dark centers, telling me what I need to know.

She is attracted to me. Not nearly as much as I am to her, but I’m not sure that’s possible given the hunger I feel. I cup her jaw with both hands, and she whispers something that sounds like, “So tall.”

I bend down to reach her, lowering my head and kissing her. As promised, I start gently and slowly, sipping at her. She tastes sweet, like the champagne she barely drank. But it’s like giving a thirsty man a single drop of water. One sampling of her and I desperately need more, craving to know her fully. I tease at the seam of her lips, demanding entry, and when she surrenders and opens for me, I want to roar with pride. Of all the goals I’ve attained in my life, Autumn’s welcoming of me into her beautiful mouth amidst the gaudiness of a nightclub ladies' room, somehow feels like the most important.

I steal her breath, and she presses into me. Or maybe she’s stolen mine? She’s certainly claimed all my attention and focus with ease. Our tongues meet, passion igniting into an inferno, and she moans. I feel the vibration of it against my fingers, which glance over her neck as I still hold her jaw, and lightning shoots through me, going straight to my cock.

I dance her backward, toward the tile wall, wanting to pin her so she can’t get away again because I want this kiss to go on forever. Or whatever is longer than that. Infinity? Yes, I could kiss Autumn infinitely. But when we tumble into the wall, the cold tile must be shocking because it takes her out of the moment.

Her hand pushes on my chest. “Wait.”

Instantly, I wrestle back control of myself, though I’m panting from the exertion of holding myself apart from her. And then her denial clears the fog in my mind . “What?”

“I can’t. I’m here to work, the professional opportunity. I’m sorry.”

She dodges around me, leaving me alone and wondering what just happened. A stall door opens and an older woman steps out, gives me a quick up and down, and then offers, “I’ll do you if you want.”

Without Autumn’s fire, this restroom seems seedy and dirty now. Or perhaps it’s not the place, but simply the lack of the woman I desire. I want to be back with Autumn, her mouth giving as well as taking, her body writhing for closeness to mine as she makes that melodious moaning sound again.

Startled, I blink, spin on my heel, and stride out of the restroom. I scan the dance floor once more but don’t see either Autumn or the other ladies. Hopefully, they all left together and are back at their apartments getting some rest to prepare for tomorrow like Autumn said.

I think I’ll do the same.

CHAPTER 7

SIMON

The bathroom is dimly lit, empty, and in the background, the pulsing throb of dance music filters in from the main club. All I can see is Autumn, her body yielding to me as our kiss deepens and my hand cups her ass.

“Yes,” she moans into my mouth. I knead her flesh, my dick hard as a rock in my pants as I explore a body, and a woman, unlike any I’ve ever felt before.


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