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our custom made excerpt for Fever In France starring Michelle and Barack Laughing like teenagers the couple ran out into the warm evening air. The sun was beginning to set and enriched the colours of the world around them with a fiery hue. The view over the sea was breathtaking from high on the hillside where the spa was located; but Michelle wasn’t in the mood for wasting time admiring a view and dragged her lover back to the car. They sped off once again into the countryside, looking for a restaurant. This time they actually found one without any car chases or abductions getting in the way. It was the cutest little pizzeria; cut into the side of a cliff face in a small country village near the Italian border. Neither of them were in the mood for any more pretentiously posh eateries and they were really looking forward to good, honest, filling and most unhealthy pizza. The friendly waiter gave them a small table, with a candle and flowers, next to one of the few windows on the man-made façade. The window looked out over the crooked rooftops of the village and the steep valley below. Pizzas were being cooked in ovens cut straight into the rock and the intense glow from them provided most of the light. It was vibrant and busy inside and the wine was flowing readily. For a second, in between the laughter and the chattering, Barack drifted off, back to Washington and back to his job at the white house. The events of the last week had moved so fast and been so intense that the normal world of working and commuting through the rat race seemed a million years away. He smiled and a tingle ran down his spine as he snapped back into the movie-like reality of his present. Michelle was sitting opposite tackling a slice of pizza that was altogether too big for her mouth; and dropping stringy cheese all down her beautiful new red dress. She looked down at the result of the cheese and laughed. A slither of it had landed right between her firm breasts and as she fished it out, pulling her dress away from her chest as she did, a passing waiter caught an eye full. The waiter proceeded to trip over a chair and fling his tray of drinks onto the floor. She felt a little embarrassed but was soon laughing so hard that she felt like she would wet herself. It really was an excellent meal; the pizza had a thin base and was positively drowning in cheese and toppings, like real pizzas should be. Barack enjoyed it more than the expensive meals they had been dining on, in the exclusive restaurants of Cannes and Monaco since their unexpected windfall. The drive back to their hotel in Cannes was interrupted by a romantic walk along a deserted beach. There wasn’t much sand left as the tide was high but they walked along the dunes. Despite being late, the air was still warm and soothing. Michelle lay back against Barack and looked into the clear night sky; a million tiny stars twinkled from across light years of space. Back in Washington there were so few visible stars, but there on the beach, without clouds and light pollution, they could see forever. She stroked the sand and passed the grains between her fingers. The sand glistened under the moonlight and for a moment the beach became a reflection of the sky, with the sand and the stars. She felt her lover’s breath on the back of her neck as he gently kissed it; his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Soon they were peeling each other’s clothes off and flinging them to the wind. Time became meaningless and irrelevant as they made passionate love on the beach. She longed for it to go on forever. It was different; gentler, yet more intense at the same time, she felt more fulfilled than ever. The sand clung to her back and bum as she rolled him over and mounted him; riding him like she had never before.
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