International Guy: Paris (International Guy Series Book 1)

by Audrey Carlan

  The last bite of my steak is so good, I lean back and groan, patting my abdomen. I take a long sip of the burgundy, which was served with the entrée, and wash it all down while staring at the beauty across from me. “You know, Sophie, I’m liking this getting-to-know-you conversation.”

  “Why do you seem so surprised?”

  I can feel a flush of embarrassment flood my cheeks, and I lean forward, wipe my mouth with my cloth napkin, and put it out there. “I’ve never really had a female friend before. The women I date, and I use that term lightly, I don’t usually spend a lot of time getting to know them.”

  Her brows furrow. “And this is because . . .”

  Twisting my lips, I push back into my chair and run my hand through my hair. “Hell, I guess I’ve always been worried they’d get the wrong idea. Expect a long-lasting commitment. I’ve never been ready for that before.”

  She rubs her hands over her napkin, sets it on her plate, and picks up her own wine. “Perhaps it is not that you were not ready, it is that you have never met the woman you felt connected to in a deeper way.”

  “I feel connected to you deeply.” I shoot off the response without any filter. Fuck. I don’t want her thinking something else . . . and I’m doing it again. Worrying about the outcome.

  Sophie chuckles. “And I to you. However, we can both also feel this is far more about friendship”—her lips curve into a saucy “cat who’s eating her cream” expression—“with a little, or a lot, of raucous sex to fill the void.”

  “Fill the void?” I query, wondering what she means.

  “Without sounding like a street performer, I am very much looking forward to ending my small dry spell.”

  “Street performer!” I shake with laughter. “You mean streetwalker. You need to watch a bit more of that Netflix!”

  Her eyes widen when she realizes what she’s said, then offers up a cute pout. “This may be true.”

  “Now, tell me about this dry spell. How long we talking, because the girl who went down on me tonight did not seem like she was out of practice.”

  Sophie grins. “Liked that, did you?”

  “SoSo, I’ve still got the red ring on my dick to prove it.”

  She bites down on that red lip, and my cock takes notice, stirring once again. Jesus, I need to get inside her before I bust a nut.

  Sophie plants her face into her hand. “Over a year.”

  “Since you’ve had sex?”

  “Oui. Triste mais vrai.”

  “English, my sweet.”

  “Sad but true.” She frowns.

  “A year. We’re talking three hundred and sixty-five days without being taken for a ride?”

  “Oui.” Her expression turns somber, and she traces her wineglass with her first finger.

  How is it possible that this woman can go one week without being hit on, taken out, and definitely fucked to kingdom come? Regardless, I’m not going to allow it to continue a minute longer than it needs to.

  I stand up abruptly, grab her hand, and pull her up to stand next to me.

  “What is the matter?”

  “We’re dealing with this shit, right now. Let’s go.”

  I tug on her hand, and she races to keep up with me. I’m on a fucking mission, and nothing is going to stop me.

  “Parker . . . what has gotten into you?” she gasps, catching her breath as I push the button to take the elevator back to the main level. I’m already typing in my phone for the driver to be ready.

  “Sophie, quiet, or I may just take you up against the elevator wall. I am deadly serious.”

  “In the Louvre? No,” she gasps.

  “Oui! This dry spell of yours is going to end.”

  9

  Sugar and spice fill my nostrils as I work my tongue down Sophie’s neck. I’ve got her pressed up against the inside of her front door, my hands squeezing her ass.

  “I can’t get enough of your smell, sweet SoSo.” I bite down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder, desperately trying to capture her essence between my teeth.

  Sophie moans, pushing my coat off my shoulders, where it falls to the floor. I had rid her of her jacket before she even got out of the limo. We got so carried away mauling one another in the car that François was the one who put up the privacy screen.

  “S’il te plaît. Emmène-moi au lit,” Sophie mewls, running her nails down my back. Prickles of need ricochet from each of those ten points straight down to the tips of my toes.

  I breathe against her clavicle and nudge my chin between the fabric of her dress and her chest. I curl a finger around one strap and tug it down her arm. Before long, she’s shrugged and the other strap is falling down her bicep.

  “Pretty sure you said please and bed. The rest doesn’t fucking matter.” I lift one of her small breasts and cover as much of it as I can with my mouth, laving the tip with the flat of my tongue.

  “Oui. Bed. Now.” She lets her dress fall down to her waist, where it clings.

  I shift back far enough; I’ve got my hands on her hips and my eyes on her chest. “Beautiful, baby. Now offer those tits up to me.”

  She arches up her bare breasts in offering, her back against the door, arms down by her sides, hands pressing against the wood for leverage. Her body undulates seductively as I run a single finger from the dip in her clavicle straight down between her breasts, stopping at her navel. I tease the indentation, poking my finger in and rubbing until her body shakes.

  “Feel that in your clit, don’t you, SoSo.” I scratch my nail inside her navel until her body rocks, humping the air. “Yeah, you do,” I say smugly.

  “Oui. Oui. S’il te plaît. Parker . . . S’il te plaît.”

  “Not in any hurry, ma chérie. I plan to worship you. Shake off this dry spell and replace it with something that will last you a good while.”

  “Parker. Do not torture me!” Sophie hisses, and closes her eyes when I take her nipple between my lips and suck. Her hands fly to my hair, and she holds me to her breast. She doesn’t need to; I plan to work her pretty nips until she’s so wet I can drink from her cunt.

  Ignoring her, I pinch and pluck at her other breast. Her hands are restless against me until she realizes she too can play. And that’s when she goes for my belt. Like earlier, her hands are fast, and I’m distracted by her succulent tits, not realizing until it’s too late and she’s got me by the balls. Literally, her hands are cupping and squeezing my balls.

  “SoSo, ease up, honey.” I try to move away, and she squeezes tighter, making a point. I jerk in her hand and press my length against her body, needing the friction.

  “Take. Me. To. Bed. Now,” she growls, her even white teeth making an appearance. Each word might as well have been said with the stroke of a whip to the tip of my dick, because that’s where I felt her demand.

  “Ask and you shall receive, ma chérie.” I tug her hand out of my pants, hook her around the legs, and lift her up in a princess hold. Her breasts jiggle enticingly as I stomp down the hall to her room.

  Sophie does not waste this time. The second I lift her, her mouth is at my neck, sucking, licking, biting, driving me absolutely crazy. So crazy that when I get to her room, I kick the door closed and toss her on the bed like a sack of potatoes.

  She chuckles, falling into the cloud of purple and gold pillows.

  “Dress off.”

  One of her eyebrows rises as I undo my pants and let them fall at my feet. I toe off each shoe, slip off my socks, and kick away my slacks, all while unbuttoning my shirt. She shimmies out of her dress, leaving her body completely bare. I was not wrong.

  “You are golden, baby. Look at you. Spread out before me like the rarest treasure. Time to show you what you’re worth.”

  I prowl toward her. She shifts her legs against one another, and it doesn’t take a genius to know she’s putting pressure on that little bundle of nerves I’m about to become acquainted with.

  “Open your legs. I want to see every sexy inch of you.”r />
  No qualms, no complaints, and no arguments. Sophie opens her legs, offering up the sweetest treasure.

  I take a knee to the bed, hold her legs open by placing both of my hands on the insides of her thighs, and bend my head down. Her natural musk mixes with that sugar and spice I love, making me delirious. My dick becomes a steel pipe, sticking out and getting in my way. I ignore the beast, dip forward, and lick her center from anus to clit, where I take my time with a series of figure eights. Her legs attempt to close, but I won’t have any of it.

  “Stay open while I make you wet, drive you crazy, and make you come harder than you have in a fucking year. Christ, SoSo.” I lick her seam and fuck her with my tongue, lapping up her honey. “No man has tasted this pretty pussy in a year. Damn shame!”

  And that is God’s honest truth. She tastes like sugar, spice, and all things nice, the same way she smells. Divine. Inserting two fingers, I hook them deep, find her squirming spot, and go to town on her.

  A slew of what I think is filthy French fills my ears as I fill my face with her sex.

  “Parker, oui. Oui. Plus fort. Plus fort.”

  “You want more and harder?”

  She tilts her hips up. Best offer I’ve had all night. Curling my fingers around the cheeks of her tight ass, I plunge my tongue deep, as far as I can go, and taste the hidden jewel inside. She bucks, entwines her fingers in my hair, and rides my face. I can barely keep up with the wild bronco beneath me.

  Within minutes of licking deep, sawing my fingers in and out of her soaking seam, she locks her legs around my head, arches her body, and cries out to God and the heavens above.

  I lap her through it, kissing her cunt, helping her come down from what I know was the mother of all releases.

  Once she’s gone completely soft, I kiss my way up her body, flick at each nipple before coming up and taking her mouth. I let her taste herself. “See how golden you are. Tastes like honey and sunshine.” She moans, locks her body around mine, shoves a hand between us, and jacks my dick.

  This time I’m groaning and bucking into her hand, needing to be inside her . . . yesterday.

  She moves to insert me, but I stay her hand. “Gotta get a condom, ma chérie.”

  “You do not have to; I am safe and protected.”

  “And I am too, but I might want to eat you again, and though I like sharing your taste with you, I don’t feel like tasting myself. You feel me?”

  She chuckles and grips my dick, swirling her thumb around the tip. “I feel you.”

  “Ha ha, now let go of the beast so I can glove up.”

  Sophie stretches languidly as I back off, get my pants, and pull out the strip of condoms I put in there earlier.

  “You were eager, I see.” She glances at the line of five foil packets I set on the bed next to her legs.

  “Hopeful, maybe. Eager, definitely.” I slide my hand up her shapely calf and thigh to her breast, where I start twirling and plucking, bringing it to an even stiffer peak.

  “Tellement bon,” she murmurs when I switch breasts, working the other nipple until they’re matching ripe strawberries.

  Before I reach her mouth, docile Sophie turns tigress. With a strength I didn’t know she possessed in her toned, lithe body, she flips me over, so that I’m on my back and she’s straddling my hips.

  “My turn to play.” She grins wickedly, swinging her long hair behind her.

  “Have at it, ma chérie.” I lift my hands to behind my head and let her get her freak on.

  She starts by kissing my jaw, neck, and rubbing my pectorals. Her fingers flutter between doing circles around my nipples and following the indentations of my abdominal muscles.

  “You are so manly . . . the biggest muscles I have ever seen.” She trails her hands over my entire chest as though she’s truly seeing something new.

  I grin. “Keep it up. You’re only making my ego swell.”

  Her gaze falls to my cock. She wraps her hand around the root. “Is that what the Americans call this stiff prick? An ego?”

  I chuckle, but then it turns into a groan when Sophie rubs her slick heat along my length, back and forth, tilting her hips with each gyration.

  With searching fingers, I find a foil packet on the bed, rip it open with my teeth, and pull out the rubber. I hand it to her.

  “Glove me, babe. I want inside.” My tone is demanding and firm.

  She grins, sets the condom at my tip, and makes a show of rolling it down my length. I’m so hard for her I feel that move in my balls.

  “Hop on.”

  “Gladly,” she whispers, going up on her knees, centering her slit, and easing me in.

  I grip her hips as the walls of her sex strangle my dick. “Fuck me, that year was worth the lock you’ve got on my cock, babe,” I growl, digging my fingers into her sides.

  She mewls, tips her head back, and works her hips in a circle until her walls open up and let me in. Even after an orgasm, she’s tight as fuck. I thrust up as she comes down until she’s seated at the root. Her face is a mask of pleasure and pain. Wanting this to be good for her, I ease my thumb between her slippery flesh connected to mine and find her clit. There I add some much-needed pressure. The response is instant, and not just with the shocked expression on her face. Her legs tense, pussy locks down, and I roar with ecstasy.

  “Move, Sophie, or I’m taking over,” I warn through clenched teeth.

  “Oui. Mon Dieu. You are so big inside.”

  I smile, loving her words. Her body is undulating on my cock, but her small movements are not enough. Not even close.

  Knifing up to my knees, I mash our chests together; her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my shoulders. I lift her up and slam her on my cock. Her neck arches, and a shiver ripples down my spine, landing at the base of my cock.

  “Fuck yeah, gonna take you hard, Sophie. Hold on, baby. You’re going to feel me into next”—I lift her up again, and her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulder, piercing the way I like—“week.” I crash her back down. Over and over she bounces on my dick like a rag doll.

  “Oh . . . going . . . Mon Dieu!” Her body clinches, everything becoming so goddamned tight, I can barely hold back.

  As her orgasm crashes over her, I lay her back on the mattress, unlock one of her legs, and push it up toward her armpit, high and wide. My dick goes in another inch in this position, and I ride that new depth like I’ll never get another chance.

  Sophie screams out a litany of French profanities but keeps coming. Her nails are digging so intensely into my back I have to grab her arms, entwine our fingers, and press them into the bed above her head. I keep taking her until my entire body gets hot, a blazing inferno. Sweat drips down my back, sliding down one of my ribs.

  “Don’t. Want. To. Stop. Fucking. You,” I growl, pounding into her.

  Sophie’s face contorts into an expression of blissful agony. Her mouth open, eyes closed tight.

  “Love your cock,” she whispers. And that’s all I need to hear. The proverbial straw that breaks the camel’s back, or in this case, breaks the stallion banging the shit out of his mare.

  My balls draw up painfully, ready to blow. I arch my back, press my hips down, smashing her clit with my pelvis, as the explosion detonates at the base of my spine and flowers out, destroying me with its splendor. I rut deep, plaster my chest against hers, curl my fingers under her shoulders, and hold strong. The release pours out of me, jetting into the condom. I’m so gone I don’t notice right away that Sophie clings to me, whispering sweetly in my ear as I jolt and shake against her. She’s taking all my weight as my body trembles one last time. I exhale all the pent-up tension I’d stored waiting to take this woman. Finally . . . relief.

  Her fingers run up and down my back, soothingly. She’s kissing my temple, cheek, and forehead. Wherever her lips can reach. Eventually I’m breathing more naturally, my dick softening enough that I know I need to pull out. I press a hand between us and grip the condom to make sure it
doesn’t slip.

  I pull out, and she lets me go, her eyes at half-mast and her expression that of a woman who’s just had the ride of her life.

  “Be right back.” I kiss her softly and head to the bathroom to take care of business.

  When I come back, she’s under the covers with the other side pulled back in invitation. I slide in, wrap my arms around her, and press my soft dick against her bare ass. “You good, ma chérie?”

  She yawns. “Never better.”

  “Sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

  The next morning at Rolland Group, I’m sitting on her couch as she stares down Mr. Girard.

  “Do you understand the consequences of your actions, Mr. Girard?” Sophie’s voice is cool, calm, and completely in charge.

  The pip-squeak, as I’ve taken to calling him in my mind, smirks. I swear, I will snap the punk like a twig with my bare hands if he keeps this nonchalance up. Fucker.

  “I can see by your smile you do not understand, so I will lay it out for you in simpler terms. You have seven detailed complaints of sexual harassment. You have one woman claiming multiple occurrences of said harassment, which includes inappropriate touching of said female colleague. That is grounds for instant dismissal.”

  The thin, blond-haired man, who obviously thinks his shit don’t stink, shakes his head and grins. Grins. I grind down on my back molars. I want so badly to punch that look off his face.

  “You are not going to fire me,” he declares resolutely.

  Sophie cants her head and stares daggers at the man. “No?”

  “No. My father is on the board of directors. An investor in your company. You cannot do shit.” He stands and buttons his jacket in front of him.

  Sophie’s hands curl into fists at her side.

  Way to go, SoSo. Keep it in check. You’ve got this. I mentally cheer her on.

  “I am sorry to say, Mr. Girard, but it is already done. You are relieved of your position here at Rolland Group. I did not trust you enough to get your personal belongings yourself, so they have been packed for you.” She gestures to the file box on the table in front of him.