Eden Elgabri
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Remy Allemande has one task - keep Cynthia LeBlanc from snooping around Crawdaddy's and keep her the hell out of the courthouse. One look at the luscious opposing counsel makes him decide to acheive that task by seducing her. The best way to do that is to get her liquored up on New Orleans favorite, Sazerac.

Cynthia Leblanc is not who she seems to be and has a secret of her own. But how far will she be willing to go to keep it? Will this straight-laced attorney pose as a prostitute to gain the knowledge she needs?

Will Remy seduce her? And what will happen when the two finally have their day in court?

Excerpt

Remy Allemande stood by the side of his pirogue and tried to look busy. He’d been sweating his balls off for the past hour waiting for his prey to show. Bingo. The hot little wheat blonde ambled down the dock now. In a dress. She’d been sweating too and the light material clung to her body in ways the designer hadn’t anticipated. It had been meant to look all business, not seductive, but sticking to her skin it was impossible not to notice the dangerous curves underneath.

Yeah, that type of body could bring a man to his knees. But by the end of the night she’d be the one on her knees and sucking on him like a lollipop.

The lady scanned the dock for the water taxi that should have been there. Sending a fake client off in the taxi for the remainder of the afternoon dipped into his pockets, but Remy didn’t have a choice. He needed this delightful morsel stranded without transportation. Needed her to need his services. And he could think of more than one way to service her.

The picture he’d seen of her earlier didn’t do her justice. Course, the navy business suit in the photograph hid the curves that were much more prevalent in the flesh. Um, and what flesh. He licked his lips in anticipation.

She approached with caution. Trying to appear oblivious to her presence Remy moved some things around in his boat and stripped off his tee shirt. Let her get a gander at his toned body. If he was going to shang-high her for the next few days he might as well cream her up.

Remy never had trouble with the ladies. More offers than he knew what to do with, he took what he wanted when he wanted some and stayed under the radar the rest of the time.

“Excuse me? Is this the dock where I can get the water taxi out to the island?”

“That it is, chere. But ole’ Johnny take the rest of the day off.” He shrugged. “No customers all day. He go off to Crawdaddy’s for some,” he paused and ran his eyes over her body taking in every inch of her, “entertainment.” He leered at her and let the implication sink in.

Crawdaddy’s was the reason little miss high-and-mighty paid this visit to the backwoods of Louisiana. Crawdaddy’s served up the best gumbo and the best pussy any man could get his hands on. A mile or so out on the bayou, men enjoyed all the privacy they needed and didn’t have to worry about local law enforcement. Mostly because they hung out there themselves.

But now this environmental lawyer came to town to stir things up. She wanted to close the place down, have the legislature prohibit anything and anyone from the habitat. His job as opposing counsel and local male slut existed for the sole purpose of getting her out of the way for the preliminaries, so the original deed could be found. Or manufactured.

The pink on her face wasn’t just from the sun. “Any way I can get over to Crawdaddy’s?”

She did her best to hide her animosity but it came through just the same. Remy hadn’t engaged in a challenge in a long time. He itched for one. “You don’t seem the type, you. Or you goin’ for the gumbo?”

Her face flamed but again she tried her best to hide her anger. “I’m going for the crawfish etouffee. Why else would anyone travel through the bayou except for the best food in the county? I mean, what else would you find out there?”

Remy laughed out loud at her fishing expedition. No one mentioned the extension to the restaurant, but that’s what most people went for. The sex. Any kind of sex imaginable, all day, all night, all year. For a price. Hell, some men saved up the entire year for the pleasure of one night at Crawdaddy’s. Mingling thoughts of the bordello and the woman in front of him whet his carnal appetite. He wanted to slide inside her, fuck her senseless. But more importantly, he wanted to see her look at him with lust in her eyes rather than cool dismissal.

“I like the gumbo, me. Good for the belly.” He slapped his stomach to draw attention to his six-pack. He picked up his stick to start moving the pirogue away from the dock.

“You’re leaving?”

He nodded.

“Can you give me a ride?”

Remy frowned as if it would be a huge inconvenience.

“I’ll pay you. Double the price of the water taxi.”

He rubbed his chin as if considering her offer, mulling over whether it would be worth his while. She wrung her hands in nervous anticipation and her light blue eyes pleaded. He let her sweat out his answer for a few more seconds, then nodded and held out his hand. “You’re sure, you? It’ll get late soon.

“Positive, thank you.” She took his hand and stepped into the small canoe style boat. It tilted and she slammed right into Remy.

Her soft breasts grazed the naked skin of his chest and he wanted to lie her down and take her right there in the boat, comfort be damned. Oh the thought of spending the night sucking on those lush tits increased the saliva in his mouth. “Set down easy.” He released his hold on her and lead her to the bench seat.

Using the stick to push off, Remy guided the boat into the bayou where only the best guides and locals dared to venture. A few more minutes and she’d no longer see where they came from and have no idea how to get back in this unforgiving landscape. He smiled at her to reassure her and led her out in the opposite direction of the island and Crawdaddy’s. Tonight she’d eat whatever he caught, in addition to the big beef between his legs.

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