Book Excerpt for Passionate in Paris

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Nadine Leilani

#2 in the Bodacious Beth Series

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Passionate in Paris

Didn't French Room Service believe in knocking first?

"Pardonnez- moi, Madame, errr -- Mademoiselle, I was just leaving you dinner," the poor thing stammered, his eyes firmly glued to my naked breasts.

I did my best to cover the important parts, one hand moving to hide the tangle of curls between my legs, the other arm reaching across to press against my nipples. While I'm sure the room service attendant was getting a much better view, I found myself admiring the youth staring at me so intently.

I was only twenty two, but this guy couldn't be more than eighteen. He was a good foot taller than me, filled out for his age, built like an athlete. I suspected by his lean figure we both shared a love of running

The idea of someone four years younger than me admiring my body gave me a bit of a thrill, and as I inched toward the bed I could clearly see the well-defined shape of his cock straining against his uniform pants.

"Pas de problème," I said grinning wickedly to myself. "The concierge must have read my mind."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

I struggled to remember the right words. "J'ai faime."

I meant it. And I hoped he was asking himself what I was hungry for -- the dinner I'd ordered, or him.

I stopped just short of grabbing my robe and, in a sudden mischievous mood, instead I settled down on the edge of my bed, reclining back slightly, in the process uncovering both the delicacy between my legs and my pert breasts. I'd only been with a stranger once before -- Romeo on my vacation to a Virgin Islands beach resort not too long ago, and I found myself curious about participating in another random encounter.

Officially, I'd ordered chicken with a fancy sauce and mushrooms.

But wasn't he what I really wanted, what I'd really ordered subconsciously - a darling French boy?

I wasn't sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn't for the young man standing by my dinner cart to break into a grin and approach me.

"Mademoiselle, just so you are aware, it is our duty here to attend to every need of our guests." His eyes met mine for just a moment before dropping to admire the triangle where my thighs met. "Is there... anything else I can do for you tonight?"

I cocked my head to one side, playing at being coy. In truth, my insides were burning with desire. I could feel a moist heat emanating from between my legs, and my nipples were firm rosy buds, straining skyward as if their life depended on it.

"Every need?" I questioned, making sure there was no confusion where this was going.

"Yes, Mademoiselle, every need," the boy responded. "Tous les besoins."

Romeo had been older and certainly more experienced than I. Certainly he had many more women than I'd had men - all of two, counting Romeo.

Now it was my turn to be the older partner, the seducer.

"In that case, I could use some company. You see, this room was set up for a newlywed couple, and I've got no one here to enjoy it with me. Would you care to join me on the bed? You are more than welcome to make yourself comfortable."

I held my breath - now was the moment of truth. Either I was a crazy, horny, single lady, or this young man wanted me as much as I wanted him.

The young hotel staff member shrugged out of his blazer and un-tucked his white shirt. He also undid his belt and unzipped his pants, but made no move to pull out his prick. He grabbed up my bottle of champagne, uncorked it, and poured us each a glass. After handing me one flute he cautiously sat beside me on the bed, taking care to not actually touch me.

"This is more comfortable, Mademoiselle," he said.

The End