Emile moved, eased out of her embrace upon him and looked wonderingly at the woman’s body, pressed his fingers to the soft curls of hair in the place where he had been so emphatically. Marguerite quivered under his touches and rose to seek his kisses and Emile’s reply to what she had said.
‘We’ll see…’
♥
Later, and after putting on his clothes, Emile was preparing to leave her. Marguerite, whose body still ached from the potency of his actions, and following Emile’s renewed presence within her, detained him once more.
‘Stay here with me, will you? You’ve got nowhere to go,’ she smiled, uncertain of what his reply would be. ‘Why don’t we see how it works out between us and I’ll help you get back into your own place. I have contacts…can call in a favour or two. Please, let me help you? This has begun to mean a lot to me…what we’ve found. We’re both in a crazy place, right now, and can help each other through and see where that takes us.’
‘I don’t think you want to get involved with a gambler,’ he said, ruefully and on shaking his head.
‘Why not? Every time you feel like gambling, we can play roulette…snap…even strip poker. Better still have some cards with a sex position shown on it. Whatever you draw from the pack is what we do. If I lose, which I probably will, you can do what you want with me and to please us both.’
Reaching into his grubby jacket pocket, he pulled out a pack of cards.
‘With odds like that,’ he laughed, ‘How can I possibly refuse you? My healer will also be my lover….and the other way about for you.’
From the way he had spoken, Marguerite knew that Emile had found the saviour from his other self….someone who had lost.
She wanted him to do the same for her.
♥