Free Luscious Sins (Bend to My Will #7) by Emily Jane Trent Page A
Authors: Emily Jane Trent
to do with her, something a lot more private than eating gelato.
The days were idyllic, and the nights were theirs. Jacob looked forward to having Vivienne alone in the villa each evening, and made use of the playroom often. Vivienne was curious about his prior activities in there.
After playing out a scene one night, Vivienne said, dragging her fingertips over a leather spanking bench, “Not that I’m any judge, but this room looks hardly used. Everything is so…new.”
Vivienne’s sensual look tempted him to take her again, the question be damned. Jacob wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his nose in her hair. “Maybe I created the playroom for you.”
She looked up at him. “Don’t tease about something like that.”
Jacob held her closer. “I had planned to use this room. I had it equipped when I stayed here for a while.”
Vivienne’s eyes widened. “But you didn’t use it, did you?”
“I didn’t get around to finding the right woman.” Jacob kissed her. “I suppose I needed to bring her with me from New York.” That seemed to satisfy Vivienne, and he was more than glad for the playroom to be hers.
And so it went: soaking up the Italian culture during the day, and experiencing the delights of the playroom at night. Late in the week, Jacob decided to buy Vivienne a gift, so he took her to the small town of Panzano. It was an unlikely location for stylish fashion, but Jacob knew otherwise.
Whether Vivienne fancied a goat suede jacket, shoes, accessories, or even artwork, it could be had in the hilltop town at a specialty shop called Verso x Verso. After some deliberation, Vivienne chose a pair of caramel-hued leather shoes that were soft as a baby’s skin, and as she put it, “These are the most comfortable shoes I’ve worn. I don’t want to take them off.”
After shopping, they strolled down the cobblestone alleys of the medieval village. Late in the day, they indulged by sitting and watching the sunset, until the sun had completely disappeared. Then they returned to Greve to eat at a small place on the main piazza that served dishes made with seasonal products from nearby farms.
Beneath canary-yellow canopies, they dined on crostini with goat cheese, stuffed rabbit, and fresh taglierini, ribbon pasta smothered in a succulent sauce. They ate a leisurely meal and shared a bottle of Sangiovese. It was good to see Vivienne having such a good time.
Jacob had long since fallen for the charms of Tuscany and the Italian people, but it was so much better sharing it. Even he had to admit that it was romantic. He had no doubt Vivienne saw it that way, although she didn’t comment on that aspect, probably knowing how he’d react.
The trip was memorable in every way, with the days drifting by as though they wouldn’t end. Yet they would have to return home soon. One warm afternoon, after a visit to a couple of wineries near Greve, they took a few minutes to soak up the sunshine.
The Ferrari gleamed in the bright light like a jewel, the thrill of driving it still vivid in Jacob’s mind. They leaned against the exotic car and looked down the hillside, breathing in the fresh air. He put his arm around Vivienne, seduced by the tranquility of the Italian countryside.
Vivienne felt so good in his arms, and smelled so wonderful, the floral scent of her perfume intensified from the warmth of the bright sunshine. She wore a light floral-print dress, and Jacob couldn’t help wondering what she had on underneath it. She glanced over at him, seeming to pick up his thought.
Jacob pulled her close with his arms wrapped around her waist, and breathed in her feminine scent. He covered her mouth with his, delving deep and slashing his tongue next to hers. Being outside in the open escalated his excitement. A vision of Vivienne’s naked ass came to mind, shattering any inhibition, if he’d had any to begin with.
Jacob kissed wildly, ravenous for Vivienne’s taste, and craving the feel of her. With
The days were idyllic, and the nights were theirs. Jacob looked forward to having Vivienne alone in the villa each evening, and made use of the playroom often. Vivienne was curious about his prior activities in there.
After playing out a scene one night, Vivienne said, dragging her fingertips over a leather spanking bench, “Not that I’m any judge, but this room looks hardly used. Everything is so…new.”
Vivienne’s sensual look tempted him to take her again, the question be damned. Jacob wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his nose in her hair. “Maybe I created the playroom for you.”
She looked up at him. “Don’t tease about something like that.”
Jacob held her closer. “I had planned to use this room. I had it equipped when I stayed here for a while.”
Vivienne’s eyes widened. “But you didn’t use it, did you?”
“I didn’t get around to finding the right woman.” Jacob kissed her. “I suppose I needed to bring her with me from New York.” That seemed to satisfy Vivienne, and he was more than glad for the playroom to be hers.
And so it went: soaking up the Italian culture during the day, and experiencing the delights of the playroom at night. Late in the week, Jacob decided to buy Vivienne a gift, so he took her to the small town of Panzano. It was an unlikely location for stylish fashion, but Jacob knew otherwise.
Whether Vivienne fancied a goat suede jacket, shoes, accessories, or even artwork, it could be had in the hilltop town at a specialty shop called Verso x Verso. After some deliberation, Vivienne chose a pair of caramel-hued leather shoes that were soft as a baby’s skin, and as she put it, “These are the most comfortable shoes I’ve worn. I don’t want to take them off.”
After shopping, they strolled down the cobblestone alleys of the medieval village. Late in the day, they indulged by sitting and watching the sunset, until the sun had completely disappeared. Then they returned to Greve to eat at a small place on the main piazza that served dishes made with seasonal products from nearby farms.
Beneath canary-yellow canopies, they dined on crostini with goat cheese, stuffed rabbit, and fresh taglierini, ribbon pasta smothered in a succulent sauce. They ate a leisurely meal and shared a bottle of Sangiovese. It was good to see Vivienne having such a good time.
Jacob had long since fallen for the charms of Tuscany and the Italian people, but it was so much better sharing it. Even he had to admit that it was romantic. He had no doubt Vivienne saw it that way, although she didn’t comment on that aspect, probably knowing how he’d react.
The trip was memorable in every way, with the days drifting by as though they wouldn’t end. Yet they would have to return home soon. One warm afternoon, after a visit to a couple of wineries near Greve, they took a few minutes to soak up the sunshine.
The Ferrari gleamed in the bright light like a jewel, the thrill of driving it still vivid in Jacob’s mind. They leaned against the exotic car and looked down the hillside, breathing in the fresh air. He put his arm around Vivienne, seduced by the tranquility of the Italian countryside.
Vivienne felt so good in his arms, and smelled so wonderful, the floral scent of her perfume intensified from the warmth of the bright sunshine. She wore a light floral-print dress, and Jacob couldn’t help wondering what she had on underneath it. She glanced over at him, seeming to pick up his thought.
Jacob pulled her close with his arms wrapped around her waist, and breathed in her feminine scent. He covered her mouth with his, delving deep and slashing his tongue next to hers. Being outside in the open escalated his excitement. A vision of Vivienne’s naked ass came to mind, shattering any inhibition, if he’d had any to begin with.
Jacob kissed wildly, ravenous for Vivienne’s taste, and craving the feel of her. With