Free The Wealthy Frenchman's Proposition by Katherine Garbera

breast.
    She shifted her shoulders and had to force herself not to follow his touch when he pulled his hand away.
    “Do you still want me, ma petite? ”
    “You know I do. One night…it doesn’t seem like enough time with you.”
    “What would be enough time?” he asked.
    She doubted a lifetime would be, but she couldn’t say that. So instead she shrugged.
    He smiled down at her. “I want more time with you. Are you willing to continue what we started last night?”
    She thought about that. Her first instinct was to say yes. But what would that be like? Hell, she was going to be miserable when things ended between them anyway. Now or later…and later sounded much better than now. So…
    “Yes.”
    He smiled at her. “Good.”
    “You are so arrogant.”
    “You say that as if it is a bad thing.”
    He leaned over and kissed her so deeply that she knew she’d made the right decision. Tristan might think all he had to offer her was lust but she sensed so much more swirling under the surface.
    And he’d stayed, she thought, as she wrapped her arms around those broad shoulders of his and hugged him as close to her as she dared. She wanted to hold him even tighter, but she didn’t, afraid he’d realize how much he meant to her. That might be the trigger that finally made him leave.

    Rene waited for them under the portico at the side entrance of his parents’ mansion. Tristan took one look at his older brother’s face and knew that he was facing a long afternoon. And he also knew it was nothing that Sheri needed to be a part of.
    His family was overbearing at the best of times. Today, with his face once again splashed on the pages of every gossip magazine, it would be even worse.
    “You have two choices,” he said, turning to Sheri as the car came to a stop. To the driver he called, “We need a minute, Tollerman, before we’ll be getting out.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Tristan curved his arm around Sheri’s shoulders and drew her close to him.
    “What are my choices?”
    “I can have Tollerman take you to the Ritz and you can use the suite I keep there, but there is a chance that the paparazzi will be there.”
    “For me?”
    “No. They wait there for a chance photo of anyone of interest. And I can call and ensure that you have security and can go in the back entrance.”
    “What’s my other choice?” she asked.
    “Come inside with me and sit by the pool while I deal with my family.”
    She sighed. “I’ll stay with you.”
    “Good.” He smiled at that. “We’re ready now, Tollerman.”
    “Very well, sir.”
    The driver got out and opened Sheri’s door first. As she slid out of the car, he noticed the way the fabric of her trousers pulled tight across the curves of her butt. The image of her across his lap flashed through his mind again. Dammit, he wasn’t into anything kinky as a matter of routine, but he couldn’t get the idea of spanking Sheri out of his head.
    She glanced back at him just before the door closed and he realized she’d caught him staring. He rubbed his hand against his thigh and she giggled a little. He knew her thoughts were along the same line as his. That she’d found humor now made him feel good.
    He climbed out of the car as Sheri came around to his side.
    Rene pounced. “It’s about time. We need to talk before you go inside.”
    “Blanche already delivered the news.”
    “Tristan—”
    “Not now. Sheri, this is my brother, Rene.”
    She held out her right hand and wrapped her left arm around her own waist, something he noticed she did when she felt insecure. He didn’t have to be a mind reader to tell that she felt vulnerable now.
    It compounded his desire to make her safe. To take care of her. He was good at taking care of people, he thought. He didn’t have to love her, but he could make love to her and take care of her until this storm blew over.
    “ Enchanté, Mademoiselle Donnelly. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.”
    “For me, too, Monsieur