here. I couldn’t trust that you’d be protected from afar.”
“Why didn’t you come yourself?” She looked at me with her luminous green eyes and I was certain I heard a tone of hurt in her voice. “Why did you send Jean-Luc instead?”
“Two reasons,” I replied. “The most important one was tactical. I’m the target and if I’d come to San Francisco, I would have put you in danger. Bectell shouldn’t have had access to my schedule, yet he knew I was going to be in Hanoi. I had to stay away from you.”
“And the second?”
Her body was warm against mine, her skin soft and smooth. She curled up into me right now, but I wasn’t sure if she’d remain where she was when she heard what I was going to say next. “If you were unwilling to come, Jean-Luc was going to get you anyway. I will keep you safe if that’s the last thing I do.” I sighed. “But as much as I’m ruthless enough to tell Jean-Luc to get you here at all costs, I’m not capable of dragging you here against your will.”
She snorted. “Talk about splitting hairs,” she said dryly. “Why didn’t you think I’d come?”
“A hundred reasons,” I replied. “My father. Sylvia. A desire to lead your own life, to be done with this world.”
I didn’t know how she was going to respond, but what she did next was unexpected. She got up, grace in every move of her body. I watched her as she walked to her handbag, naked and completely unselfconscious. She pulled her phone from it and came back to bed. “Look,” she showed me the screen.
I stared at it for a few seconds. My brain slowly made sense of what I was reading, and my hand tightened around her. “Is this a ticket to Paris?” I asked her slowly. “You were going to come here anyway?”
Her grin was smug. “Smart guy,” she teased. “I knew I was attracted to him for more than just his pretty face.”
It seemed that her time in San Francisco had made her extra feisty. Oh, I was so looking forward to getting to know her properly. This time, with everything out in the open. “Submissives who resort to sarcasm get their bottoms spanked,” I threatened and she laughed and snuggled closer to me.
“Why were you coming to Paris, bright star?” I asked her seriously.
She could have made another sarcastic comments about idiots ignoring the perfectly obvious, and she would have been justified. But I wanted, needed to hear her say the words out aloud. She turned towards me, propped herself up on an elbow. The blanket fell to her waist, and her beautiful cherry-red nipples were exposed, and I wanted to touch them. Feast on them again.
She noticed me staring and her lips curved into a smile. “You told me to find out who I was and what I wanted,” she replied to my question. “So I did. And Alexander, I want many things for my life, but above all, I want you.”
We were always two halves of a whole, but we were broken no more. With Dylan’s death, we’d both been healed. We could choose each other freely. We could love.
“Ellie,” I put my hands around her waist and pulled her on top of me. “I want you too. So much more than you can imagine.”
She smiled at me, then she leaned forward to grab a condom from the side table. “Good,” she whispered against my ear, before tearing open the packet and rolling the condom onto my erect dick. She undulated her pussy over the head of my cock, teasing me till my hips were straining towards her. “Oh, I’ve missed this lovely, perfect dick,” she moaned.
I pulled her down onto me, hissing at the hot, tight feel of her pussy. Her whimpers and sighs of desire were music to my ears. She rode me, her eyes scrunched shut, her face distorted with lust. As she ground against me, chasing her climax, I marvelled inwardly at the difference between this woman and the one I’d met in a bar in Saint Denis.
That girl had been skittish and fearful at the start. As I watched Ellie take her pleasure, boldly and without apology, I gave
“Why didn’t you come yourself?” She looked at me with her luminous green eyes and I was certain I heard a tone of hurt in her voice. “Why did you send Jean-Luc instead?”
“Two reasons,” I replied. “The most important one was tactical. I’m the target and if I’d come to San Francisco, I would have put you in danger. Bectell shouldn’t have had access to my schedule, yet he knew I was going to be in Hanoi. I had to stay away from you.”
“And the second?”
Her body was warm against mine, her skin soft and smooth. She curled up into me right now, but I wasn’t sure if she’d remain where she was when she heard what I was going to say next. “If you were unwilling to come, Jean-Luc was going to get you anyway. I will keep you safe if that’s the last thing I do.” I sighed. “But as much as I’m ruthless enough to tell Jean-Luc to get you here at all costs, I’m not capable of dragging you here against your will.”
She snorted. “Talk about splitting hairs,” she said dryly. “Why didn’t you think I’d come?”
“A hundred reasons,” I replied. “My father. Sylvia. A desire to lead your own life, to be done with this world.”
I didn’t know how she was going to respond, but what she did next was unexpected. She got up, grace in every move of her body. I watched her as she walked to her handbag, naked and completely unselfconscious. She pulled her phone from it and came back to bed. “Look,” she showed me the screen.
I stared at it for a few seconds. My brain slowly made sense of what I was reading, and my hand tightened around her. “Is this a ticket to Paris?” I asked her slowly. “You were going to come here anyway?”
Her grin was smug. “Smart guy,” she teased. “I knew I was attracted to him for more than just his pretty face.”
It seemed that her time in San Francisco had made her extra feisty. Oh, I was so looking forward to getting to know her properly. This time, with everything out in the open. “Submissives who resort to sarcasm get their bottoms spanked,” I threatened and she laughed and snuggled closer to me.
“Why were you coming to Paris, bright star?” I asked her seriously.
She could have made another sarcastic comments about idiots ignoring the perfectly obvious, and she would have been justified. But I wanted, needed to hear her say the words out aloud. She turned towards me, propped herself up on an elbow. The blanket fell to her waist, and her beautiful cherry-red nipples were exposed, and I wanted to touch them. Feast on them again.
She noticed me staring and her lips curved into a smile. “You told me to find out who I was and what I wanted,” she replied to my question. “So I did. And Alexander, I want many things for my life, but above all, I want you.”
We were always two halves of a whole, but we were broken no more. With Dylan’s death, we’d both been healed. We could choose each other freely. We could love.
“Ellie,” I put my hands around her waist and pulled her on top of me. “I want you too. So much more than you can imagine.”
She smiled at me, then she leaned forward to grab a condom from the side table. “Good,” she whispered against my ear, before tearing open the packet and rolling the condom onto my erect dick. She undulated her pussy over the head of my cock, teasing me till my hips were straining towards her. “Oh, I’ve missed this lovely, perfect dick,” she moaned.
I pulled her down onto me, hissing at the hot, tight feel of her pussy. Her whimpers and sighs of desire were music to my ears. She rode me, her eyes scrunched shut, her face distorted with lust. As she ground against me, chasing her climax, I marvelled inwardly at the difference between this woman and the one I’d met in a bar in Saint Denis.
That girl had been skittish and fearful at the start. As I watched Ellie take her pleasure, boldly and without apology, I gave
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