She smiles against my lips. “Good. I want to stay with you.”
“Well, now that that’s taken care of”—I grab her suitcase— “let’s get ready. I have a special evening planned for us.”
She follows me to the master suite, covered in cream and tan colors. “May I ask how I should dress?”
“Like a woman who can’t wait for me to rip whatever she’s wearing off.”
She places her hands on her hips as her eyebrows rise with a warning.
I chuckle. “Fine. A dress would be preferable. It’s a nice restaurant.”
“Are we going to be doing a lot of walking?”
I begin to open my suitcase. “Are you in the mood for some exercise or something?”
Her hand lands hard on my arm—hard enough to leave a sting. “Don’t make fun of me. I need to know if I should wear heels or something comfortable.”
“Heels are fine. Our car will be taking us everywhere.” On the way to the bathroom I whisper in her ear, “You’re going to pay for that later.”
While I wait for her to get ready, I lie on the bed as the shower runs. The stillness of the room, coupled with the sounds of running water, begins to lull me to sleep.
I moan into the pillows as something warm and soft touches me. It’s the most realistic wet dream I’ve ever had, and then I realize … it’s not a dream at all.
My eyes dart open, and Eva’s mouth is wrapped around my dick. She sucks on the tip softly, not showing any signs of being in a hurry.
“Eva,” I groan.
She moves down my shaft slowly, then brings her lips up again and tastes the precum on my tip. It’s the most sensual blow job I’ve ever had. Normally, I like my woman choking on my cock, but there’s something about this. Seeing her take her time, never looking away from me, being so sweet and gentle. Her lips are a fire-engine red, smearing all over my dick. It’s hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I resist the urge to touch her in any way. I don’t want to do anything to disrupt her.
Instead, I watch in complete fascination as she brings me to the fastest, most intense orgasm. I explode in her mouth as I cuss and groan to myself, not sure how I deserve someone like her.
She pushes off the bed and wipes her mouth. It’s not until now that I notice that she is in a red dress—one that matches her smeared lipstick.
“I believe you owe me a night out in Paris.” She smiles. “I’ll be on the balcony while you get ready.”
My feet are rooted to the floor as she shimmies away. It takes me a second to gather myself. She is a complete firecracker, yet the most genuine person I’ve ever met.
The entire time I shower and get ready, I try to shake off the feeling that this trip is going to change us. It feels big. Monumental. And yet I can’t put my finger on what it is.
Looking in the mirror, I hardly recognize the man looking back. It’s not about what I see. It’s about what I can hardly see. The tension, cynicism, anger. It doesn’t seem as prominent as it did before.
For once, I don’t mind the man I feel I’m becoming. I don’t want to look away the moment I see my own reflection.
I grab my hair gel and work it into my thick, dark strands. My dark gray suit is fitted just enough to show my physique in a way that’s not flashy. I spray my cologne, then hit the lights.
It’s time to find my girl and show her the time of her life. I don’t know what our future holds. I don’t know how long she will be mine. But tonight, she’s mine.
I find her leaning against the railing of the balcony, looking out at the view. Behind her lies one of the most spectacular views that most people would give anything to see, but all I see is her.
I place my hands on the railing to cage her in. “You look spectacular, by the way.”
She spins around and leans back. “Thank you. You look quite nice yourself.”
I smile. “Let’s go. The car awaits.”
“Are you going to talk like you walked out of a Jane Austin novel all night?” she jokes lightly.