Title: Knight & Day (Knight #3)
Author: Kitty French
Genre: Erotica
Release
Date: November 30, 2013
Kara Brookes hates liars.
Dylan Day hasn’t told the truth from the moment his
plane touched down in Ibiza.
It’s a recipe for disaster.
Lucien and Sophie are back, and have set up camp
on the sun-drenched isle of Ibiza for the opening of the latest of Lucien’s strictly
adult clubs.
They’re joined for the summer by Sophie’s best
friend Kara, and Dylan Day, Lucien’s newly appointed club manager. The laid back,
smokin’ hot surf guy from California seems almost too good to be true… but there’s
no smoke without fire. It’s going to be a long hot summer of love, lust, lies and
wedding bells. But who will get their happy ever after?
Romantic, emotional and intensely erotic, Knight
& Day is the thrilling final installment of the USA Today bestselling Knight
Series from Kitty French.
Sophie was already at the club when Kara arrived a l
ittle while later. She’d made a start on opening the stock boxes, and was kneeling on
the floor surrounded by scanty lingerie and sex toys.
“Just a normal day at the office I see.” Kara dropped
her bag down on the floor with a grin.
“Free samples,” Sophie said, holding up an edible,
erect penis with a look of barely disguised horror.
"Classy," Kara laughed. “Lunch?”
Sophie made a ‘no-way’ face and put the choc-cock
back in its box.
“Where did you get to?”
“Just giving the old Mustang a good airing,”
Kara
said, aware she sounded vague but reluctant to mention her visit to Dylan.
“Just don’t get yourself arrested,” Sophie said. Kara faked offence. “As if.” They both knew she was
perfectly capable of it, and she’d only wriggled off the hook one time back home
because she happened to have been pulled over by a cop who’d had the hots for her
in college.
“It’s just that I noticed that Dylan’s jacket had gone
out of the hallway.” Sophie didn’t look up from the box she was slicing open, but
Kara heard the speculative hint behind her words all the same. There was no getting
anything past that girl.
“Mm. I dropped it back for him while I was out.” Sophie glanced up, her eyebrows high above
questioning eyes.
“What?” Kara rolled her eyes. “You asked me to be
nice to him. I was being nice.”
“No, it’s nothing,” Sophie pulled open the carton in
front of her. “It’s just…”
Kara dropped down on her knees beside Sophie and
reached for an unopened box, already knowing exactly where Sophie was heading
with this conversation.
“Soph, don’t worry. The last thing I’m interested in
is getting involved, especially with some guy who we don’t know from Adam. He
could be a mass murderer for all we know.”
“He doesn’t strike me as a mass murderer,” Sophie
said neutrally. “I like him, actually. Easy on the eye, too.”
“You think?” Kara studied the inventory list for the
box she’d just opened without really taking in the details. “He’s okay, I suppose.”
“You suppose.” Sophie smiled. “You suppose?”
“What do you want me to say? He’s hot? Okay, I
suppose he’s hot. Kind of. If you like that sort of thing.”
“You like that sort of thing.”
“Are you telling me or asking me?”
Sophie placed the handcuffs she’d been examining
for quality back in the box and twisted to face Kara, her hands on her knees.
“Kara. We’ve been friends for more than half of our
lives. I know you well enough to know that Dylan Day is exactly your type, so don’t
even bother denying it, okay?”
Kara sighed. “Soph, I know what you’re thinking,
but trust me on this. I’m not about to have a holiday romance and end up broken-
hearted again. See these fingers?” She held out her hands. “Burned. After what
happened with Richard last year, I’m well and truly off that whole romance
shtick.”
“I seem to remember us having a conversation very
similar to this when I separated from Dan,” Sophie said, referring to her childhood
sweetheart and ex-husband. It seemed bizarre to imagine that she’d ever truly loved
him now, because her feelings for Lucien were so much bigger. All-encompassing.
“Yeah, but you had the delectable Lucien to pick up
the pieces. There aren’t enough Viking sex gods out there to go around for the rest of
us.”
“Or American surf dudes?”
“Whichever. My point is that after being left
standing at the fucking altar in a wedding dress I didn’t even fucking like all that
much, I’m not about to jump into fucking bed with Dylan-yankee-doodle-diddle-
Day!”
Sophie put her hand over her mouth, but the laugh
came out just the same. Kara swiped her on the shoulder then burst out laughing
too.
“You ladies sound hard at it.”
They both looked up as Lucien appeared in the
doorway with yet another box in his arms, his eyes taking in the two laughing
women surrounded by handcuffs and chocolate erections. Handcuffs.
Erections. Sometimes, it just wasn’t possible to keep work and pleasure totally
separate. Lucien placed the delivery down next to Sophie, and pocketed a set of
handcuffs at the same time. She caught his eye fleetingly and then dropped her gaze
with a discreet smile.
“Sophie, could I see you in my office in five
minutes, please?”
She caught the emphasis absolutely clearly, and
entered Lucien’s office seven minutes later, deliberately missing his deadline.
“You’re late.”
“I was busy.”
“Not just one minute late. Two.” He lounged against
the edge of his desk and touched the back of the swivel chair beside him, turning it
slowly to face her. “Sit down.”
Sophie closed the door behind her with a click and
crossed the room. Lucien watched her closely, his eyes all over her. She’d dressed
for him that morning, knowing full well that her feminine, not-quite demure, lace-
trimmed sundress played to his cave-man instincts, and that the almost indecent
underwear she’d chosen to team it with turned him hard on sight.
His hands moved warm and heavy to rest on her
shoulders. Kind of loving, kind of clamped. Only the slow stroke of his thumbs on her
neck beneath her ponytail betrayed him.
“Put your hands behind the chair, Sophie.”
A shiver ran from Sophie’s scalp to the base of
her back. She swallowed, and slowly obeyed his demand. Lucien clipped the cuffs
around her wrists, taking care to shackle her in place by threading the chain behind
the post of the chair.
“A lot can happen in two minutes, Princess,” Lucien
said, letting her hair free from its band before swinging the chair around to face him.
He knelt before her, checked his watch, and spread her knees.
Sophie held her breath, never sure with Lucien what
would happen next.
She gasped when he rucked her dress up her thighs,
his hands firm as he yanked her hips forwards on the seat. Once she was exposed
from the waist down, Lucien stopped for a second.
“These are some of my favourites,” he murmured,
massaging a firm hand over the scrap of white lace between her legs.
“I wore them for you.”
He nodded briefly, his eyes hot on hers. “I know.”
He gripped the edge of the delicate lace and pulled it aside, parting her thighs even
wider with his shoulders as he dipped his head. He paused, his lips a whisper away
from her skin. Both hands buried between her thighs, he opened her with his fingers
and blew lightly over her flesh, a cool breeze to heighten the heat of his tongue.
Sophie watched him, her hands desperate to be
tangled in his hair rather than behind the chair. He raised his eyes to hers and kissed
her clitoris, and her body arched in response. He lifted one eyebrow, and kissed her
there again. Slower, longer, with tongues, the most erotic of French kisses.
“Not just one minute late, Princess,” he said,
stroking one finger along her thigh. “Two.”
He pushed two fingers inside her at once and
fastened his beautiful mouth over her sex, his hot, wet tongue making her cry out.
He mouthed her, delicate and then not so, teasing and then sensationally not so. He
knew her body so well now. How to build her, how to hold her right on the edge, and
how to plunge her all the way over whenever he wanted to. He wanted to.
Her hips jerked and he followed her movements with his mouth, not letting her miss
a thing.
Sliding his fingers slowly out of her, he dropped a
kiss on her thigh as he straightened her clothes and checked his watch.
“One minute fifty five.”
Sophie stretched when he unlocked the cuffs, and
Lucien caught hold of her wrist and massaged it.
“Next time, be more punctual.”
Sophie ran a hand over his crotch.
“Maybe,” she
massaged his erection and stretched up to lick her tongue over his lower lip. “Maybe
not.”
She stepped away and skipped to the door, laughing
when someone tapped the other side of it.
“Dylan,” she smiled in welcome, straightening
the skirt of her dress, opening the door wide. “I hope you’re not late too. Lucien’s
feeling quite the slave driver today.”
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