Trainwreck 2 (Trainwreck #2)

by Nelle L'Amour

  “Remember, I still owe you a dinner.”

  He grabbed the check out of my hand. “No, Gloria. Let me pay. I’ll charge it back to your account as I would call this strictly a business dinner.”

  “Fine.” I flung the word at him as he dug into a pocket for his credit card and slapped it onto the table.

  Our waiter returned with the paid bill. Jaime had obviously tipped him well because he had brought us our outerwear that we’d left with the coat-check. Rising, Jaime shrugged on his leather bomber jacket; it was one he wore when I first met him. One look at him in it made him once again totally irresistible. He adjusted my shawl over my shoulders, reverently lifting up my blanket of hair as he did. I put my doubts aside. By his actions—oh, those roses!—and the amount of time he spent with me, I had to believe I was different from the others. He even said I was.

  He kissed a sensitive spot on the side of my neck, bringing me into the moment. “So, Ms. Long, are you ready for your surprise?”

  Ten minutes later, I was huddled next to him in his limo, blindfolded with a dense piece of black lace, heading to an unknown destination.

  “Where are we going?” I asked nervously, brushing against his soft leather jacket as the limo made a sharp turn.

  “That, my angel, is the surprise.”

  CHAPTER 14

  A short fifteen minutes later, I found myself traipsing across what my other senses told me was a pebbly path in my six-inch stilettos. Except for the crunching sounds of our footsteps and sirens in the distance, the balmy Paris air was silent. Damn it! I wished I could see where he was taking me.

  “Why did you have to blindfold me?” I asked, clutching his arm for balance.

  “Gloria, shame on you. You should know the answer to that already. To learn to trust me.”

  My eyes rolled under the blindfold. Distracted, one of my sharp heels caught in the gravel. I stumbled but he caught me. “Are you taking me to some private underground sex club?” I asked nervously.

  He laughed heartily. “Close but no cigar. It’s definitely private, but underground is the last word I’d use to describe it.”

  What the fuck? Beneath my lace blindfold, my nose scrunched. “Are we there yet?” I asked, silently berating myself for sounding like a whiny six-year-old on a road trip.

  “Patience has its virtues, Ms. Long,” he replied, picking up our pace to my chagrin.

  Several steps later, I could hear music. A familiar song, one of Madame Paulette’s favorites. “Toi et Moi” sung by Charles Aznavour.

  “Bonsoir, Monsieur Zander. I have been looking forward to seeing you again.”

  A Frenchman’s deep, jovial voice sounded in my ears. We must be at our destination, I thought.

  “Bonsoir, Claude. Are we set to go?”

  “Oui, monsieur. Up, up, and away. You and zee beautiful mademoiselle can board tout de suite.”

  My stomach bunched up with nerves. Was he taking me on a private plane? Or on a helicopter? Or a hot air balloon? Flying in an airplane was bad enough, but a chopper? That flimsy whirling flying machine? Even worse…a hot air balloon that could hit a power line and explode in mid air. I bit down on my lip. Oh, God. Is that what he had in store?

  “I’m afraid of flying!” I gasped. My hand grew cold and clammy in his.

  Jaime yanked me unceremoniously away, I assumed, in the direction of the aircraft; I resisted, clumsily tripping a couple of times in my heels along the way.

  “Relax, Gloria. You’re going to be flying all right but not the kind you have in mind.” He led the way. “Watch your head and your step.”

  Too late. Instead of ducking, I banged my head hard as I climbed over some mysterious threshold. I let out a loud “OW.”

  “Are you okay?” asked Jaime. There was humor in his voice, like he was holding back laughter. Insensitive jerk!

  “Yes,” I grumbled, rubbing the already forming bump with my free hand. I hesitantly took a few more steps.

  “Sit,” he commanded, pressing down on my shoulders.

  I slowly lowered my butt to a hard, lightly cushioned surface and then explored my surroundings with both hands like a blind person, tapping, touching, and absorbing everything around me. I was sitting on some kind of bench, surrounded by glass. Was I in some kind of elevator? Enough with the blindfold! But when I raised my hands to my head, Jaime grasped them midway and stopped me. He was definitely sitting across from me.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” he chided playfully. “Don’t make me tie you up. I’ve got another lace binding right here in my pocket. It’ll only take me seconds to wrap it around those lovely hands of yours.”

  “Sorry,” I said meekly. Asshole!

  “Promise you won’t undo the blindfold?” He squeezed my hands so tight I yelped.

  “Promise.” Why did I continue to submit to his little sadistic power games? Damn it. Why? The answer was simple: I was still crazy in love with him.

  “Enjoy your ride,” said Claude.

  I heard two gliding doors slide closed. Clink!

  “Where are we going?” I asked anxiously.

  “You’ll see soon enough.” Despite being blindfolded, I could see the smirk on his smug face.

  Suddenly, we jerked. I jolted. And then swoop! My stomach fluttered. We were going up! Up and around! Holy fuck! The butterflies inside me multiplied as we rose higher and higher. The spinning sensation was familiar. I had an idea of where I was. My heart began to race, and sweat seeped out of my pours. I was having a panic attack.

  Sixty long seconds later, the spinning came to a halt. Jaime yanked off my blindfold.

  “Open your eyes, Gloria,” he commanded, his voice deep and sultry.

  I flicked my eyes open and gasped. I was suspended high in the air, seated opposite a very smug Jaime Zander. My heart pitter-pattered. Oh my God! I was trapped in a cabin with this gorgeous god on Paris’s famed Ferris wheel, the Grande Roue. At a standstill at the very apex—as high as the wheel could go.

  I was at a loss for words. A combination of terror, outrage, and pure awe consumed me. Surrounded by glass on all sides, I took in the twinkling lights of Paris—The City of Light—below. The view took my breath away.

  I finally found my voice. “How did you manage this?”

  Jaime’s lush mouth curled into a proud, cocky smile. “My client. She’s the head of the French Tourism Bureau. The advertising campaign I created for her last year resulted in a fifty percent spike in tourism. She was beholden to me and told me she owed me. Anything I wanted… and voilà, Mademoiselle Long, here we are.”

  The cabin suddenly rocked. I let out a frightened gasp. Jaime clasped my hands in his. “Relax, Gloria. This is going to be fun. The thrill ride of your life.”

  “I don’t do well with Ferris wheels,” I gulped. Like airplanes and high-speed elevators, they were one of those things that made me feel out of control. When I was a teenager living close to Brooklyn’s Coney Island, I had once ridden the amusement park’s famed Ferris wheel, and it had gotten stuck, leaving me helplessly trapped in the swinging open-air carriage on the top. The memory of that dreadful experience made me tremble.

  Jaime squeezed my hands. “Take a deep breath, angel. You’re going to do just fine with me. What do you think of the view?”

  Inhaling, I pressed my face against a glass pane. It’s spectacular,” I managed, my eyes lingering on the lit up Eiffel Tower.

  “No, Gloria. I meant this view.”

  My gaze jumped back to his beautiful face and followed his eyes as they led me to his crotch.

  Holy fuck! Another tower of steel sprung into view. Jaime’s monumental cock!

  “Well…?”

  “It’s spectacular!” I repeated as tingles shot down to my flooding core. My inner muscles began to clench. Holy, holy fuck!

  “Good. I want you to enjoy it.” A broad, saucy grin spread across his face. He gestured with his long forefinger. “Get over here, you.”

  My legs jelly, I hesitantly stood up and
staggered over to him, bending so as not to bang my head again. Thank goodness, the cabin had stopped rocking.

  My heartbeat quickened. I knew what was next. “Do you want me to suck you?”

  Sure of his response, I lowered myself to my knees. But before they could hit the floor, he yanked me upright by my hair.

  “Not this time, angel.”

  I stared at him blankly.

  “Sit on me!” A command.

  In a breath, he lifted up my sheer dress and—Slash!—tore off my lacy blue bikinis. All that remained was the matching lace garter and attached sheer silk stockings. I was very exposed. A finger slid across my wet folds, sending sparks of pleasure to my core. He sucked on it and then ran it across the wide rim of his erection.

  “Perfect!” Planting his manly hands firmly on my waist, he positioned me exactly where he wanted me to be, straddling his rock-hard thighs and…

  Impaled on his giant cock! I moaned as his hot girth, that magnificent tower, speared into me, filling me to the hilt. Oh. My. God.

  His denim blue eyes, now fiery and fierce, bore into mine. His hot breath heated my already flaming face.

  “Aren’t you going to tie me up?” I immediately regretted my words. I wasn’t thinking straight.

  “Hey, angel, no need; there’s no place to go…except down on me.” He lifted me up a few inches by my hips and dragged this hard throbbing cock down my wet tunnel. He immediately bucked back up me, so deep I yelped.

  “And besides, you’ll need your hands. Hold on to my shoulders.”

  I slapped my palms onto them, curling my fingers around the bone-hard edges. A gasp escaped my throat as he lifted me again.

  “Now, ride me, angel! Hard!”

  I crashed down on his slick thickness, then immediately lifted my hips and descended hard on him again. We instantly got into a rhythm. Up and down. Up and down. I loved every thrust. Now, this was a thrill ride! I kept pace with him as he bucked harder and faster. My breasts brushed up and down his leather jacket, the friction causing heat waves. Beneath the delicate lace of my bra, I could feel my nipples swelling and hardening. His eyes grew hooded, his breathing ragged. I was riding him to heaven. I chewed my lip to hold back whimpers.

  He bit my upper lip, and my mouth parted from the delicious pain.

  “It’s okay to scream,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “No one’s going to hear you up here except me.”

  Suddenly, the wheel started spinning again. He gripped my hips tighter, for sure bruising my skin, as I clung to his shoulders, still riding him. We were descending to earth but I was ascending skyward to an out of this world orgasm. My head was spinning and I couldn’t help screaming. The whirling dervish of sensations that swirled inside me was bringing me to the edge. Let me rephrase…this was one extreme thrill ride.

  “I need to come!” I pleaded, hot tears now trickling down my cheeks. Even my aching thighs were crying out for relief.

  “Not yet.” He could barely manage the two words, his breathing so ragged.

  Ruthlessly, relentlessly, he continued pounding into me as I posted and met his every thrust. This man had no mercy. His face contorted, and moans filled the cabin. The intense pressure inside me was building. Building so fast I thought I’d implode. I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “Gloria, open your eyes. Now!”

  I forced them open.

  “Don’t take them off the Eiffel Tower.”

  A heartbeat away from coming, I focused my gaze on the Paris landmark. My mouth dropped open, forming a big O, as the monumental tower burst into a shower of scintillating white light. At that very moment, my own shower of titillating sparks burst inside me, zapping every inch of my being.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I screamed over and over as the sparks kept flying.

  “Gloria, now watch me light up.” He turned my head away from the window to face him.

  My eyes met his for a brief second. His face distorted with tortuous rapture as he rammed into me one more time.

  “Oh my God,” I shrieked again as his electrifying explosion met mine fast and furious with a roar of my name. I collapsed onto his chest, dazed and totally awed that this sex god had so skillfully managed to orchestrate our orgasms with the Eiffel Tower’s own orgasmic spectacle of lights.

  “Oh, angel,” he groaned, his voice hoarse, and his still flickering dick going nowhere. “That was so fucking amazing.”

  I responded with the only three words I seemed to know. “Oh. My. God.”

  He pulled me off his chest with a fistful of my hair and held me in his gaze. “My turn to enjoy the view. You’re so beautiful after a good fuck.” His pouted lips latched onto mine, sucking and gnawing until my mouth parted and met his tongue, stroke for stroke. My hands left his shoulders and cupped his beautiful face. The touch of the stubble along his jawline brought feeling back to my nearly numb, stiff fingers. Though my eyes were closed, I could still see and feel the sparks inside me. His cock, still buzzing, didn’t budge. We were totally lost in one another.

  A scraping thud brought us back to reality. The spinning wheel came to a halt. We were at last back on the ground although my mind and body were still spinning wildly somewhere in space. Jaime slowly withdrew his tongue, and then his slick, swollen cock, tucking it inside his slacks. After zipping his fly, he helped straighten my dress so it covered my legs in a lady-like way. My shredded bikinis crumpled down by my ankles were now part of French history.

  I was still in a daze, sitting on his lap with my arms clasped around his neck, when the cabin doors automatically slid open. My heart jumped. Claude!

  “One more spin?” he asked. The mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes clued me in that he knew what had gone down up there. I flushed with embarrassment, acutely aware of the wetness between my legs.

  Jaime winked at the robust, mustached man. “Take it away, Claude.”

  My heart leapt into my throat. Holy shit! He was going to fuck my brains out again and send me orbiting back into space? I tensed up.

  “Are you going to—?”

  He cut me off with a fierce kiss that made me melt.

  Pulling away, he shot me a wry smile and twirled a clump of my hair. He hadn’t done that for a while.

  “Gloria, I overestimate you and you underestimate me. Do you really think a creative guy like me would do the same thing twice?”

  I screwed up my face. “Well, to be honest—”

  He cut me off again. “To be honest, I just want to hold you this time around.” He coaxed me to sink my head against his warm, tight chest. I sighed as I melted into him. The sweet musky smell of his leather jacket wafted up my nose. I closed my eyes to the song of our heartbeats thrumming together. Heaven!

  When we got to the top, the cabin began to rock again. Blissfully, I just let myself rock with him, swathed by the warmth of his body. The rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his soft breathing lulled me into a trance-like state. I felt so safe when I should have felt so scared. I’d lost track of time when he nuzzled my neck, bringing awareness back into me.

  “Gloria,” he whispered into my ear. “I have another surprise for you.”

  Another surprise? What now? He never ceased to amaze me. Slowly, I lifted my head from his chest and met his gaze. His eyes were twinkling like the lights below us. He circled my lips with his index finger and then dug his hand into a pocket of his jacket. He whipped out a small red velvet box and held it in his palm. “Open it, Gloria,” he ordered. “It’ll turn you on.”

  A mixture of curiosity and anticipation coursed through me as I took the box from him. What could be inside? A butt plug? A nipple clamp? A clit ring? I was familiar with all of these little sex toys from our research for our new product line but knew nothing about them personally. With jittery fingers, I flicked it open. I gaped in shock and my heart skipped a beat. Glaring in my eyes was a magnificent platinum ring with two entwined, heart-shaped diamonds. They sparkled like the stars surrounding us. I cou
ldn’t get my mouth to close.

  “Do you know what this is?” asked Jaime, his eyes burning into mine.

  My heart was slamming so hard against my chest I thought it would leap out. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

  End of Book 1

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