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“The grounds span almost three hundred acres. Over there, they built Les Grandes Écuries—the largest privately owned stables in Europe. I know how much you love to ride. We’ll bring your horses here and select new ones, whatever you prefer, Ma Chérie.”

I grin happily and nod.

“I would love that. Thank you, my love.”

Heat flares in his eyes.

Now that we exchanged those three words, so much has opened in our relationship. Our touches are more intimate, full of love. Without question of how the other feels, we relax in each other’s presence. It’s as though clean air fills our lungs, refreshing our bodies. I’m beyond elated.

And Luc can’t get enough of me.

Automatically, my body reacts to his, triggered by the carnal need emanating from him. Even now, with one look, my nipples tighten as my pussy clenches. Both want his mouth, hands, cock on or in them. My eyes hood.

“Monsieur le duc, would you like to touchdown or continue to circle?”

The pilot’s interruption makes me blink.

I sit back with a sigh and wait for Luc’s response.

“Would you prefer another flyby or go inside the château?”

“One more pass,” I respond with a grin. “Since the lust haze cleared, I’d like to see more of the gorgeous grounds from the air first, if you don’t mind.”

He grins back and tells the pilot.

We fly over the stables that look more like a magnificent mega mansion than a place for horses. The limestone exterior with slate-tiled roof, arched two-story windows, and ornate arched entrances make for a luxurious stables well suited for the property.

Some horses graze in lush green paddocks or train in show rings with the groomsmen. Carriage drives and horse trails lead from the entrances to various points of the property. The expansive and picturesque land provides a gorgeous backdrop for a ride.

I’m excited to bring my three horses, especially since I haven’t ridden in a while, other than Luc. I giggle and shake my head when he asks what’s funny.

He prods my side, tickling me, and I admit my inside joke. He chuckles wickedly and promises to be my very own stallion and mount me in a stall.

I moan and reconsider my request for another flyby. But the sun glints off the surface of the water surrounding the château. I shift my gaze out the window.

Before me lie large immense mirrors of water reflecting the sky, many fountains and water features, and an exceptional collection of statues all surrounded by acres of manicured lawns. French, Anglo-Chinese, and English styles of gardens spread out for stunning arrays of flowerbeds. They’re simply magical.

But nothing compares to the majestic Château de Blois. Set in the center of a glittering body of water with the gardens stretched out before it, the château resembles a jewelry box. A limestone bridge leads to an ornate arched gate and the slightly triangular interior courtyard. The three-story Grand Château and outer walls surround it. From the rear of the Grand Château, an L-shaped extension connects it to the two-story Petite Château. Soaring spires set atop turrets extend to the blue sky. The masterpiece takes my breath away.

“Luc, your family’s seat is extraordinary. No wonder you treasure it so much,” I whisper in awe.

“Not as much as I cherish you, Ma Chérie,” he murmurs, as his lips brush my ear with each word. “Let us land so I may show you the interior, particularly my suite of rooms.”

I shiver from his warm breath and his seductive tone as my head nods.

Moments later, the helicopter touches down on its helipad at the rear of the château. A man standing beside a golf cart awaits us. He bows his head as we approach.

“Monsieur le duc, I hope you had a comfortable flight. Mademoiselle Thomas, welcome to Château de Blois.”

“Oui, Denis, merci,” Luc responds, then turns to me. “This is Denis Thayer, the château butler.”

“Thank you, Denis. It’s spectacular,” I say.

He nods, and we sit in the golf cart while he places our luggage in the rear.

On the brief ride to through the gate, Luc tells me more about the history of the property. I listen enraptured by his tales.

Denis stops the golf cart in the courtyard where people stand before the château’s entrance. Luc steps from the vehicle and extends his hand to me.

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