TEMPTRESS

XVIII.

ANGÈLE JOSÉPHINE MONET LAURENT CHASTIN - TOULOUSE, FRANCE 1968

She walked into her antique bathroom turning on the hot water in the bath, filling up the tub and poured in bath soap. Julien walked in closing the door behind him and dried the towel with his hair as she tied her hair up in a messy bun. She carefully removed her bathing suit slipping off her top, hanging on top of the towel hanger. "Oh merde." Julien cussed to himself.

"What?" Angele asked with a slight laugh.

"Give me two minutes." Julien said as he exited the bathroom.

Angele chuckled as she removed her bottom and sat down in the tub, turning the tap off. Julien soon walked in, her head resting on her knees as her mind focused on the water as her fingers dragged through the water, watching the transparent liquid ripple. He rapidly locked the door behind him, setting down the bottle of Pinot Noir and two glasses by the bathtub. He took off his trunks setting it near her swimsuit and entered the bathtub as she smiled. "You brought wine?" She smiled.

"Of course." He laughed, pouring her a glass, and handed it to her before pouring himself a glass.

They clinked glasses and took a sip. "Are we having sex in the bathtub?" She asked, making him choke in response. He'd never get used to how straightforward she was.

"Why not?" He smirked and let her rest her feet by his side. He set his glass down, snaking his arm around her left foot, bringing his hands to it. "How did you finish that so fast?" He laughed looking at her now empty glass in her hands. He had poured them a second glass of wine after slowly finishing off the first.

She shrugged as she set the glass down, removing her legs away from him and turned her body around, laying her back against his torso. "Je peux?" She asked, pointing at his lower half.

He nodded as his breath hitched feeling her wrap her fingers around his length, her thumb grazing his tip. He placed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply, feeling themselves sink into their kiss. He trailed his hands over her chest, rolling his fingers against her pink nipples while his free hand, trailed down her legs.

"Eh, les gars!" Adrien shouted as he barged into the bathroom causing them to remove their hands off each other, both equally annoyed that they were disturbed. He was even a hundred percent sure he had locked the door, how did he get in. Well, Angele kept her hand on his shaft not pulling away.

"What? Can you please leave?" She grumbled, subtle tracing her fingers up and down, which made Julien feel weak, she probably didn't even notice the effect her movements had on him. Julien bit his lip as he buried his face in her shoulder, his cheeks flushed red, and he felt himself praying Adrien didn't notice. He didn't like this feeling.

"Alexandre called saying he and Ethan found a party a few minutes away from here. Get ready, we're going." He said before leaving the two, closing the door behind him.

As the door closed she picked up the pace with her hand. "Arrête." Julien groaned, whispering slightly. Julien sighed as leaned his head back, exhaling deeply and he pushed her hand off. "Angele... Arrête!" He said loudly. Angele removed herself off him and turned to look at her boyfriend who had an annoyed look on his face.