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  “I’m looking for my phone. Have you seen it?” I asked him, basking in his blatant stare as I stretched languidly, trying to appear sexy on the heap of clothing.

  He chuckled some more. “I’ll give it a call. We’ll have a look?” Then, he looked down at his stark nakedness and chuckled some more. He was obliviously not carrying his phone on his person.

  I shook my head at him and tried to strike another pose that might have been sexier. But he only gave me another smirk before heading out to look for my phone. A moment later, the ringing tone was loud and clear. I struck out in that direction, unerringly reaching my mark, and with a triumphant whoop, I immediately set about making the all-important call.

  “Rafael? … No, I don’t want to know about my choice of wedding gown. … No, I’d rather not interfere with you and… no, I’m sure the two of you could come to some form of understanding. I-what? No, no! I am not going to be doing that. Well, really. Look, look, I just wanted to know if you could get hold of some clothes for me. I need something to pack for my trip with Erin. You know, swimwear and the like,” I muttered out, feeling a little confused. Conversations with Rafael were usually like that but made more so apparently when one was avoiding a discussion on one’s own wedding. I could feel a headache coming on from their wedding preparations. I needed to get in with my query and out with the results before he could draw me into settling disputes over preferences. That was for him and Tracy to resolve. This was all their idea, after all.

  “Let me see what I can do,” he bit out into the phone before hanging up unceremoniously. I felt bad after that. It was unfair of me to load up my shit on his pile, on top of all the wedding load he was already dealing with.

  But as always, Rafael came through. Actually, he may even have overdone it. But I didn’t really care. I was packed and at the airport with my beloved Erin, waiting to be flitted away, making my flights of fantasy into a reality.

  I stared pensively at the many airplanes moving at seemingly a snail’s pace about the tarmac. Soon, I would be on one of them, taking a flight that would only bring me closer to Janice and the confrontation I could no longer avoid having with her.

  “That’s us,” Erin said just as the announcement rang out for us boarding the plane for Paris. I slipped my hand into his grip and watched as he lifted them to his lips. I smiled up at him then snuggled closer as he turned us and led us to board the plane. First Class was a privilege I had never indulged in. In the past, when I escorted Janice on such trips, I was always in the Economic Class, so this was a first, and I was so looking forward to it.

  I took my seat in the plush surroundings and peered out the little oval windows at the bustle on the tarmac below.

  Erin started putting away our belongings in the compartments above. The neatly-dressed air stewardess started to make her rounds, but on spying Erin’s gorgeousness, she swiftly retreated, only to re-emerge with her blouse unbuttoned, revealing an impressive cleavage. No way as impressive as mine, but I could give her a grudging few brownie points for smaller-sized racks. I would have grinned at her actions were her attentions on anyone else other than my Erin. Yet I couldn’t quite blame her obvious interest either; my Erin was all absorbing. Sponging up everyone’s interest was just something he did.

  I watched helplessly as the seductive air hostess arrived by his side.

  “Can I help you, sir?” she asked sweetly even as Erin shoved in our hand luggage with ease. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at the amount of insinuations she’d loaded into that one term—help.

  “Nope,” he said popping the ‘p’; then, without even looking at her, he took the few steps necessary to take his seat by me. I watched as the air stewardess’s eyes drifted to meet mine in dawning comprehension; even so, she still attempted to leave Erin her contact number several times during the never-ending flight.

  My experience in first class left a lot to be desired.

  “That wasn’t a first for you, was it?” I asked Erin, wanting him to lie, yet needing to know the truth regardless.

  “No, it wasn’t a first,” he replied uninformatively. I frowned at him, but he only raised his brow in his usual condescending way, so I slid my hand up his chest then into his thick hair and used it to anchor him as I pulled him down toward me. My lips met his halfway, and then, I was devouring him, consuming his taste and him with every stroke of my tongue.

  I discovered that kissing was one effective way to reduce the air pressure in my ear drums. We touched down in our destination airport some hours later.

  A limo awaited us on exit. A swift moment later, and we were being whisked off down the road, heading straight for the erotic city. I was thrilled. Having been here before in a purely business capacity, I hadn’t expected the excitement of it all, but being here now—with Erin—created a unique vibe of excitement all of its own. I finally felt what all the romantic thrill of Paris was all about.

  I peered out into the streets at each and every passing scene, even as Erin did his best to distract me. The flight had proven too long for him to go without a release. I didn’t really think he could achieve it in the short trip to the hotel either, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I glanced down at his head buried in my bosom and patted his head encouragingly, even as I tried valiantly not to shiver in excitement as he pulled down my already plunging neckline to feast on my already engorged nipples.

  It was a lost cause from the start. I clutched him to me and hoped to God the windows were tinted dark enough to hide us. I really should have paid more attention before I got into the limo. I squeezed my hand around his length and pumped him in time to his suckling my breasts. It was really all I could do not to groan out loud, but Erin had no such compulsion. His guttural groan hummed through the air, making me feverish for more.

  But then, the car was sweeping up a driveway, and I whacked Erin on the head, needing to divert his attentions back to reality. With a grunt that told me exactly what I would be in for, once we had the privacy we craved, Erin jerked up and struggled to button up over his straining arousal. I clucked my tongue in mock pity as I dragged up my bra and blouse to cover my exposed bosoms. Really, he should have known better.

  “I love you,” I whispered when his sulking look did not change. His expression brightened at that, and he reached over to brush his lips to mine. “I can’t breathe without you,” he said huskily, creating a hitch in my own breath before taking my eager lips in a hard, punishing kiss that had me squealing for more.

  ****

  I looked at the clock and blinked.

  We were already late. Having been here already more than an hour, I should have unpacked and gotten ready. Erin should have showered and prepared for the grueling schedule ahead.

  But instead, here I was, sitting on his lap still. I glanced down at my naked self, sprawled all over him and said, “Are you sure I am not too heavy?”

  Erin’s response was to pinch the nipple on the breast he was fondling. I made no sound other than a mild huff. He’d already stolen my breath away, and I had already been reduced to screaming myself hoarse and silly. I was now simply a melted heap, but Erin only pulled me closer in his embrace. He seemed not to mind my weight at all or how my lush form overlapped every part of him.

  I shifted a little, feeling a little sore.

  Erin had spared me nothing, rushing us both through registration then onto the plush elevator, on toward our suite. He shoved our escort out the door with a blatant tip and sexy snarl under his breath. Then, letting out a stream of fluent and heady French, he backed me up against the door and reached out to pull down my neckline and bra and continue where he left off.

  I swept my hands up beneath his white shirt, unbuttoning as I went. Then, he was bare chest up just as I was too. Crushing my torso to his, I took his lips in mine ‘til we ate at each other with maddening urgency.

  His pants were unbelted and dropped to the floor. His briefs followed shortly after. Mine provided no resistance either. In fact, I c
ould almost swear they floated off on their own accord. I could not, for the life of me, recollect who had undressed whom. But we both had gotten naked really quickly. Then, the bed was pressing urgently behind my knees, and I naturally fell back onto its cool and inviting surface. I guess it was inevitable that my actions would tip Erin off balance so that he sprawled forward on top of me. It was only natural also that I cushioned his fall and that I wrapped my long limbs about his frame, locking him to me.

  He shifted the inches necessary to slip into my moist and heated depths. Then, he was rocking me—us. Sinking further into my depths, drawing out a low moan of satisfaction before, with a mighty effort, he pulled himself back only to plunge back in. His movements slow and sluggish as if entranced by a haze of lust so acute, it took him over—controlled him, controlled me, and reduced us both to mindless fucking.

  Plunging back in, again and again, he picked up his pace, drawing out our session ‘til we were stretched to our limits, ‘til I was clawing at him, begging for more, begging for a release, and pleading for his mercy. But he had none. Raining reassuring kisses across my sweaty brow, he whispered words of endearment, words of encouragement, and then, as his own tenuous grip wavered, his words changed to that of lust—of sexual greed, of a wanting so bad that dirty talk alone would have sent me off in a spasm of orgasm. But with his thrusting length into my wet sheath, I was sent urgently off the edge, screaming myself silly in the wake of my intense release.

  I had no inkling of when he came. The guttural cry that rang moments later was missed altogether. I’d passed out momentarily from sheer bliss.

  So now, I felt guilty as hell, after our second bout of passion that had somehow conveyed us out of the warm and inviting bed and here onto the living room settee. I pulled myself up a little reluctantly. Feeling his now limp member slide out with a small plop, I sighed at the loss of contact but reminded him of his obligations.

  “You have to get going. You’re already late,” I said, snuggling back down against him and burrowing my face against his neck. I breathed in his musky scent, made more pungent by our frantic bout of sex.

  “I don’t think I can go. I can’t imagine letting go of you long enough to get dressed or anything else,” he muttered contentedly. I sighed, understanding the sentiment. I felt the same. Melted all over him as I was, I’d need a wrench to pry myself away from clinging to his frame.

  “I can’t let go of you either,” I muttered helplessly under my breath then suggested, “Baby steps. How about if I wrap myself around you, and you hoist us both to the shower? We can wash together.” I beamed up a hopeful smile at him. I think it could work. At the very least, we’d be one step closer to getting ready. It was as good a try as any.

  Erin’s chuckle rumbled out beneath me. I raised myself sufficiently to look down at him in askance.

  “Do you really think I still have enough strength in my legs to support my own body, let alone the both of us?” Erin quirked a brow pointedly. I blushed. We had been rather violent in our love making. It was why I was feeling so drained.

  “You really should have scheduled the shoot for tomorrow. It’s ridiculous to have to report to work just as soon as you landed,” I pouted at him.

  “I know, baby,” Erin said with a heartfelt sigh. His head fell back against the settee, and he muttered, closing his eyes, “Just give me a moment.”

  I watched his breathing even out and couldn’t help smiling. He’d worn himself out. I shook my head at him then shifted a little to clamber out of his lap, but he muttered out a protest in his sleep, so I settled back in and tipped us both sideways. Using my legs, I anchored his up onto the settee then snuggled back into his arms.

  I kept my eyes open, refusing to let myself fall asleep. Cuddling Erin closer, I shifted to settle his heavy head on my breasts to cushion his frame comfortably while he slept. I would wake him in fifteen minutes and then bundle him out the door for full day of work or what was remaining of it anyhow.

  I looked down at his slumbering form and felt my heart well up with love for him. Reaching over, I planted a kiss on his head, ran my fingers through his soft, thick, dark hair. Reveling in the luxurious feel of it. Silky soft and sensuous, too. Even his head of hair had sex appeal. Sighing over the magnificence that was Erin, I wrapped my arms securely about his shoulders, even as my legs wrapped about his hips, before sliding to glide down the length of his thighs, luxuriating in the feel of all that was him against all that was me.

  “Hmmm,” I sighed contentedly.

  ****

  “You know what I’d like to do?”

  “No. What?” I asked absentmindedly as I struggled to fix on his tie. These things were ridiculous. I would gladly walk the streets butt naked in protest to its existence. Of course, only if the men were willing to do the same for high heels. Until that day arrived, I was happy to watch them suffocate from this contraption on a daily basis. It was only justice after all. But I did so hate for Erin to have to suffer it. He may be a man, but he was mine.

  “Do you really have to wear this?” I asked him yet again. This time, he didn’t deign to answer.

  Instead, he said,” I’d like to take you on a picnic. Or we could go to the beach…”

  I let him rumble on with his plans for us as I gave my efforts a final pat down before backing up to grab my own belongings. I pretended to not notice as Erin promptly re-did my tie and went to slip on my heels. I already knew I was no good at it as did he. It was sweet of him to let me have a go regardless.

  I was wearing white, of all colors. I could strangle Rafael for his choice. As if I were not fat enough. It did do something for my looks, though. It seemed to compliment my coloring. And of course, my already huge boobs only looked larger. Still, there were other colors.

  I ran through the clothes he’d pack for me, and they were all awesome. But this one had the most business-like look. Hence, suitable for my purpose. I felt Erin’s hand on my waist and glanced up.

  “Ready?”

  “Sure.” I smiled winningly at him, willing to pretend that there was nothing else I’d rather do than watch him prance around my sister all day in that photoshoot.

  “It won’t be so bad,” he murmured encouragingly, knowing what was eating at me. I suppose my gritting of my teeth behind that smile was a dead giveaway. “You know you are really cute when jealous.”

  I almost snarled at him at that.

  I needed food. All sex and no food made me grumpy. I didn’t need him waving the red flag at me on top of it. I strode ahead, out the hotel room, and into the elevator, leaving him close and to follow leisurely behind. I resolutely faced away from him. His chuckles were irking me to no bounds.

  “What the—” I gasped out in shock, looking down at his large hand plunged down my neckline. He cupped my breast then bent his head to nuzzle my neck. I felt myself go weak and leaned back against him. We hit the ground floor all too soon, for it was only a moment later that he was squeezing my bosom and giving the base of my neck a final nip. Untangling himself from my instantly clingy frame, he shifted his hold to a more respectable grip, curling his long fingers about my wrist as he tugged me out of the lift after him.

  I followed him helplessly, all weak from his ministration. We planned to stop by the hotel restaurant to catch a swift meal before we slipped back into the limo and made a dash for his photo appointment.

  I took my seat opposite him and sighed at his blatant sexiness. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad day after all … if Erin continued to misbehave. We ordered a plate of food. Since the day was already half gone, we opted for a heavy Continental breakfast. Sausage, eggs, bacon, and baked beans with a waffle on the side. The man was starting to understand me. I beamed him a happy grin when the piping hot food was laid out before me. Then, I dug in with relish.

  “Come here,” invited Erin, forking up some of his own egg and sausages in an offering to me. “Have another bite,” said Erin, smiling to me sweetly. I obligingly closed my mouth around
the morsel of food on the edge of his fork.

  “There’s a good girl. Can’t have you wilting on me. We’ve only just started on our honeymoon. You need to keep your strength up.” His sweet smile turned instantly wolfish.

  “Honeymoon? We haven’t even tied the knot yet,” I said, staring at the elegant rock glittering on my finger.

  “And whose fault was that?” Erin snapped before closing his eyes in grimace. “Sorry, but I want you mine sooner than yesterday,” he said finally, opening his eyes to reveal his insecurity.

  I wanted to clamber up his lap and flood kisses all over him for that, but we were in the breakfast room, and it was bloody public, so I gritted my teeth and glared at him.

  “Stop tempting me,” I all but snarled at him. He caught my hungry look, and his lips lifted to smirk wolfishly. I made a frustrated sound and rose to leave. We were wasting time as it was. I went off in a huff, and soon, he followed after too.

  I felt his hand wrap about my own in a firm grip. I gripped back hard in return. But I continued on to the front entrance. The car would be waiting for us out front. I needed to be in it and out of this damn hotel before I threw him on the floor, ripped his clothes off, and ravished him in front of everyone.

  Just being in his company was pure torture. Charming, funny, attractive, stunning to behold, elegant and sexy, and then there was that simple factor that he was unbearably nice. How in the hell was I to keep my hands off him for the rest of the day? Having him this close just had me gritting my teeth in pain. I actually needed that pain to jolt me out of actually panting after his every move. And knowing the day would continue to progress along these enticing lines only served to ensure I would be wet and remain so.

  Catching a wicked smirk and then a wink on my beloved’s face alerted me that this was inevitable. He was planning on it, counting on it. It didn’t take him long to start having his way with me. No sooner than we were buckled in our limo seats, and he was all over me.