“Venir avec moi ma douce!”
Ash hearing the words, raises an eyebrow. By the look on his face and his body language, I have a sneaking suspicion he’s not comfortable with this french affection. As if to claim his property, he places an arm around me. Marcus releases my hand, and has a snarky grin on his face.
I whisper in Ash’s ear, “Okay, so what did Marcus just say?”
Ash discreetly blows in my ear and kisses it, before he answers in a tone that sounds peeved
“He said ‘come with me my sweet’.”
I shake my head, “Ah.” Not wanting to spoil the day, Ash pats my rear and sends me back off with Marcus. I can tell he’ll be watching Marcus like a hawk.
We venture first into the living room. It’s spacious and open to the dining room. Floor to ceiling windows grace the wall, and the city view is truly beautiful. I can’t think of anything I would change. However, the wet bar area needs some work. It’s got hideous dark granite counters and outdated dark wood cabinets. Rubbing his chin and assessing every detail, Marcus reassures me. “Belle, that is no problemo! That can be changed very easily.” I nod with confidence, as we move into the kitchen, which is delightful! It’s done in creamy grey black and brown granite countertops, with prominent black beadboard cabinets, bearing very plain and simple pewter cabinet hardware, which I love! Marcus, once again knowing my taste, points at the sink and faucets. Grinning he remarks, “Again Mon Cherie, we can change this. An extra deep black granite sink and rubbed bronze faucet - see I know what you like and I’m taking notes.” He’s got his Louis Vuitton leather portfolio out and is scribbling ideas, as we walk the unit.
The master suite is large and perfect. I’m thinking it will only need paint and new light fixtures. Marcus puckers his lips, as he’s concentrating and he makes a clicking sound with his mouth, indicating he’s in deep thought. He gives his assessment of this room pointing up at the walls first. “A coat of paint, and removal of this ghastly chandelier, would be the first things I’d do in here. I’ll put recessed lighting in the ceiling and we’ll do a fabulous paint treatment, Belle!” Adjacent to the bed is a beautiful sitting area, with a view of the courtyard.
My face lights up, “A window seat, don’t you think?” I ask as I point to the window.
“Tout a fait!”
“And that means?” I curiously ask.
“Absolutely. It means absolutely, Chérié. I get carried away in french, forgetting you don’t know my beautiful language. I’m sorry.” He winks, as he leans into me. “Your decadently handsome husband to be, however, knows the language very well. I’m impressed.” He remarks, with a nod towards Ash.
The master bath area is almost perfect as well. Marble floors, fabulous city view, glass blocks similar to our home in Highland Park, and an oversized jetted tub, are just a few of the amazing attributes.
Marcus bends down to open the cabinets, and his mind is churning. “I would probably change out the cabinets, hardware, sinks and faucet in here, Chérié. The layout is good though n’est-ce pas?”
I put my hands on my cheeks and smile, still in agreement. “You’re absolutely right. I love it, Marcus.”
Ash and Lainey meet up with us in the second bedroom. I can tell by the look on Ash’s face that he likes this unit best of all we’ve seen.
He takes my hand, and leads me to privately walk around and discuss things. “This is as close to perfect as we’re gonna get, I think. How do you feel? Would this place make you happy?”
I giggle, as I swing our hands back and forth, “I’m so happy! I adore this place! What’s not to like? It’s perfect.”
He smiles and looks around the place. “Sunshine, I can definitely see us here.”
Ash and Marcus talk for a bit, and I overhear their conversation. Ash is stern and serious “Marcus, look, whatever this gorgeous lady wants to do, renovation wise, is fine with me. You’ll work directly with her, and cost isn’t an issue. Whatever she wants.” He looks over the top of his glasses, with an authoritative look, “Understood?”
“Oui, Monsieur!” Marcus exclaims.
He turns to Lainey. “Honey, contact the agent and let’s get this deal done.”
“Ash, this unit is listed for $875,000. It’s out of the price range Mom told me to look at.” Lainey replies carefully.
Leaning back on his feet, confidently crossing his arms, he gives her a little wink and my beautiful man has a comeback. “Lainey, I think we’ve just found our second home. Just do what you have to do, and make it happen.”
She giggles, and high fives Ash. “Alrighty then. I’ll contact the agent and get a contract drawn up.” She looks very uncomfortable, when asking her next question.
“Sorry Ash but I have to ask this, because the agent’s gonna wanna know. Do you have financing arranged? Gee, I didn’t even think to ask.” She rolls her eyes.
Looking confident, Ash responds, “Cash sale Lainey. No financing. You work out the details.” He ruffles her hair, and pinches her shoulders affectionately.
Oh My God! Did he just say he’s paying cash for this unit? Mortified, I take him to the side to talk privately.
I take a deep breath, “Ash, are you sure about this? I don’t have to make any changes. I really like the place, just like it is. This is awfully expensive. I had no idea.” I breathe out through my mouth nervously.
He lifts my chin, as he chuckles and kisses my nose. “I’ve already told Marcus to make whatever changes you want to make, Sunshine. Cost isn’t a deal breaker. Stop with the worrying.”
“So, what’s my decorating budget?” I hesitantly ask.
He rolls his eyes, shakes his head and playfully shakes my shoulders, “Budget? What the hell is that? There is no budget, honey. For you, the sky's the limit. Just make it ours, and I’ll be happy. I trust you, and I even trust that damn French stud, Marcus.” He replies. “Just make sure he keeps his creative ideas centered to decorating.” He kisses me on the forehead, and pulls me in for a hug. I’m stunned by all of this. When Alan and I renovated our house, I was on a very lean budget. Alan watched the costs like a hawk, complained incessantly, and I wasn’t allowed to stray one inch off the path. I’m thinking that with this freedom, Marcus will be so happy and I can’t wait to get started. I just hope we get this unit. As I walk around, I’m visualizing everyone coming to visit, sitting in the dining room, and then having coffee out on the terrace, taking in the beautiful city view. I can’t wait for our grandbaby to come into the world. Ideas and visions of family occasions, are bustling in my head. Marcus is smiling from ear to ear, as he takes my arm.
“Ma belle, nous allons y arriver!” I chuckle, and look at him confused.
Ash hugs me and whispers, “He just said ‘my beautiful, we will make this happen’, and I actually believe him.”
Eager and excited, we head back to Lainey’s office to get our car and check into the hotel. Ash gives Lainey a hug and instructs her, “Whatever it takes, to seal the deal. You just make it happen. Offer over asking price, if you need to. I’m counting on you.”
Lainey claps her hands excitedly, and promises Ash she’ll make sure this happens.
We planned on having dinner tonight with Patti and Walt, and I see that I have a text from Patti.
‘Liv, honey Walt had to go out of town. Gonna just be me for dinner. k?’
In my heart of hearts, I know that Walt is probably in town, but is not comfortable having dinner with us. I don’t want Patti to feel my concern, so I text her back.
‘K. No prob. We can come pick you up.’
She tells me that she will just meet us in the lobby of our hotel, which solidifies what I was thinking. Walt is in town and not on board with this. I can’t let this spoil our night though, so I text her back.
‘Just got to our hotel. Gonna rest up a bit, then shower and change. Let me know when you get here. Can’t wait to see you!’
Once we get settled in our room, Ash takes me into his arms. I feel so safe, and I�
�d like nothing more than to just stay in our room and make mad passionate love all night. I’ve unpacked our things and Ash has room service bring us up a good bottle of wine. When it’s delivered, he pours us each a glass and we toast to our new soon to be second home in Houston.
With an inviting seductive look on his face, he takes a sip of his wine. “We’ve got a while before dinner you know, what do you say we grab a shower? I’ve been dying to make love to you all day. That damn Marcus and his accent made me want you all the more, ma belle amour.”
“Well, I’ll have to admit listening to you guys speaking French was a turn on for me too. By the way, where the hell did you learn to speak French, Mr. Harper? Is there anything you don’t know?”
He smiles and laughs, “Haha...well if you must know, I had an assignment that required French, so I had to learn it - very quickly. It’s a beautiful and very sexy language, in case you haven’t noticed, ma dame sexy,” He says with inviting eyes.
He takes my hands and laces them with his, then kisses them, as he looks into my eyes, “Permettez-moi de faire l’amour fou de vous!”
I giggle nervously, “Huh? What does that mean?”
He moves his body into mine, swaying back and forth, with his hands on my shoulders and I move with him, looking eagerly into his eyes. “Let me make mad love to you. That’s what it means,” he whispers.
I run my hands through his gorgeous gray hair, pulling his face into mine, “Well…. then how do you say ‘please make love to me, sir’ in French?”
“I’ll tell you how. Veuillez faire l'amour pour moi sir.” He then teasingly backs away and winks at me.
“Umm. That sounds marvelous!” I bat my eyes at him. “I’ll think I’ll have one of those please.” With my index finger I motion for him to follow me, as I sashay into the bathroom and seductively remove the plush white robe I’d been wearing. He reacts as the robe hits the floor. Stepping out of his boxers, his erection springs free, as he looks up at me. “Okay this is getting hard…” He looks down, as I teasingly lick my lips. He turns on the shower and tests the water. Once in the shower, his mouth is hungrily on mine. He nudges my head, and splays me with soft kisses. His tongue slips into my mouth and I begin to suck on it, until he pulls back and responds, “Umm you’re such a good kisser.”
He reciprocates, this time taking my tongue into his own mouth and sucks. Hard. Jesus his kiss gets better by the day. Is that even possible? With every suck, the bottom half of my body is tingling. Turning me around to face the wall, he slowly and sensually places my hands on the cold marble. Moving in behind me, he rubs his virile body against mine, while kissing and blowing on the back of my neck. He’s swaying slowly, grinding into me and his hands lightly caress my arms. I can feel the stiffness of his erection working behind me, as I flinch in pleasure, and my body reacts with chills. He then takes one of my hands off the shower wall and slowly brings it down it, to where he engages me to touch myself. I’m so turned on, but I’ve never done this and I freeze.
“It’s okay honey.” He softly reassures me, “Don’t you ever do this to yourself?” He whispers as his hand moves atop mine, so that we’re both rubbing my spot together.
“Please… don’t.” I plead. I’m ashamed, but at the same time this feels so good. He knows what I’m thinking.
“It’s okay Sunshine, we’ll do this together.” His hand remains on mine, rubbing with two fingers, circles in unison with mine, until my body shudders and my knees are weak. I cry out as I release, and put my forehead on the wall to balance myself. “Ahh,” I pant.
He inserts his finger inside me then removes it. “Umm….somebody’s sure wet.”
My back arches, “Umm somebody makes me that way.”
Turning me back around, he kisses me as he slowly moves down my body, and every part he’s touching tingles. He holds my breasts in his hands lightly, caressing them. My nipples are sensitive and he’s working them, pinching and twirling each one, until I can’t stand it anymore. I cry out in pleasure, and he drops to his knees. I the feel the warmth of the pulsing shower, which only intensifies the moment. He’s kissing and licking me into oblivion, and I feel as though I could pass out. I breathe out through my lips several breaths, attempting to gain my composure. I’m light headed, as he moves to my forbidden place and begins to bring me there again, but this time, with his tongue…to the place I love, ecstasy!
“Gaw!” I scream out. “Oh God No!”
“No? You want me to stop?” He quickly looks up at me.
I look down at him, throw my head back and beg, “God, Don’t stop! Please... let me come. I can’t stop. Please…”
He encourages me, “Let go, honey. I wanna taste you.”
I scream loud, and combust into another mind blowing orgasm. My whole body is on fire, and my hips won’t stop shaking. It’s so painful, but feels so good. How is that even possible?
His breathing is heavy, “That’s my girl. You’re exactly where I want you! So sexy and hot for me! Come again, baby. Revenez à moi!”
I moan, as he takes me into his arms. I attempt to wrap my legs around his waist. My legs are weak, so he helps by lifting me up higher; placing them tightly around his waist, as he enters me. Every inch of him is inside me, and I’m still wet with desire. My body pulses rapidly and my breath hitches, as he thrusts into me.
“Feel me honey...every goddamn inch of me, Liv. It’s all for you. Only you!”
I scream out, “I feel you. God I feel you!”
“Venu pour moi mon amour!” He gasps, “Come again for me, my love.” He continues pounding into me with such force, that I’m quickly losing my breath. In and out, in and out. How much more can I take? My body’s being thrust against the shower wall wildly, and I lose control.
I scream out in passion, and come full circle to another intense orgasm. My body shakes uncontrollably and falls limp, where he is there to rescue me.
“Look at me. Let me see you, Belle. ”
I look him in the eye, and he kisses me with every ounce of passion he has. He’s sucking on my tongue again, and I can feel that he’s still hard. After the intensity of what has just transpired, he’s still rigid and ready. His naked body is what I hunger for, and I suddenly feel the need to take him into my mouth. He watches eagerly as we disengage, and with a wild hunger in his eyes, follows me as I wickedly smile, lick my lips, and prepare to go down on him.
I slither down, softly massaging his thighs on my descent and he quivers. I look at the perfect ‘v’ that outlines his pubic area, and with my hands, trace it. I breathe in through my teeth, as he looks down at me, smiling.
Stroking his generous length, he’s like putty in my hands. I can see the veins protruding from his erection and I’m aroused again, just by looking at him. The sight of him erect, is beyond words.
He throws his head back with his eyes closed and moans, “Fuck, that feels so good.”
His body responds and with his hip he encourages me to continue, but when he pulls out of my mouth, I look up at him, surprised.
“Liv, I don’t want to come. Not now. Here, stand up.”
Moaning, he stands me up against the wall of the shower taking my face in his hands, “Tell me to fuck you.”
I look at him, not knowing how to respond.
“Just say it. Say you want me to fuck you. Tell me, Liv.” He rubs himself into me and I’m so turned on.
“Please, Ash. Please.” I moan.
He’s whispering in my ear, begging me, “Please what? What do you want me to do to you? Tell me. You wanna be fucked?”
“I want you now!” I scream.
“Do you want me to fuck you? Tell me.”
I’m panting, “Yes. Please just do it.”
“Please what?” He bites his lip. “Fuck.”
“Please yes.” I scream.
He keeps at me, and I’m so close to saying it.
“Tell me, Liv. If you want me to fuck you hard, tell me. Say it.”
I’m hol
ding back, because I’m embarrassed by actually saying the word. I’ve never liked the word fuck. I can actually count on my hands the number of times in my life I’ve actually said it. He won’t stop. He implores me further. The more he pushes, the more aroused I become. His pleading with me to ask him to fuck me is titillating. He can tell I’m close, by the way my body’s moving and my breathing escalates.
“Come on tell me. I need to know what you want me to do to you. Say it. I know you’re close. Fucking tell me.”
“Ash, fuck me!” I scream.
“Hard? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes Hard. Fuck me…. hard.”
There. Okay. I said it. I can’t believe it. I’ve never in my life spoken like that while making love, but somehow it feels so liberating.
He cries out, thrusting into me, “Sunshine, I’m gonna fuck you to heaven and back.”
He pulls out and sinks into me again with such force, that I have to hold onto him. His eyes are feral and wild. Until now, he’s always been extremely tender, but tonight I’m seeing a totally different side of Ash and I have to admit, I love it.
Suddenly, he lets go of my hips and takes my face into his hands. We’re still connected and balanced perfectly. He looks into my eyes, “Liv, I’m gonna come. Come with me?” Still eye to eye with me, he moans, “God Liv, I can’t stop. I’m coming. Aww!”
My body trembles with release, as he thrusts into me one last time. He groans, and I feel the hot stream of him jetting into me. Out of breath, we stand there facing each other, wickedly smiling and he watches, as I slowly slide down the cold marble wall of the shower to sit on the floor. He sits facing me, and playfully puts his feet on top of mine. I bite my bottom lip and tilt my head back against the shower wall. “Wanna know something?” I ask.
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