Mr. Delicious

by Gray, Khardine

  Shit, how could she feel better than last time?

  She felt better and that primal, animalistic hunger swept over me.

  Just like last night, my body took over and I started pounding into her, fucking her. She made me want to consume her. Consume every part of her forever.

  Shamelessly I jackhammered into her, rutting into her like an animal. Then it became too much. The combo of her moans and her orgasm gripped me, making her pussy tighter around my cock.

  My mind spun, spiraling out of my reach and we both came with the blasts of pleasure that joined us.

  I crumpled into a heap next to her, breathing hard, exhausted. I pulled her into my arms again. She was breathing hard too.

  “Wren, I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me,” I said. “But I love it.”

  She laughed, then the sweet temptress eased herself onto her elbows allowing her breasts to settle inches away from my face, nipples puckered, looking like delicious raspberries.

  “We’re not leaving this bed today, are we?” I grinned

  Her eyes sparkled. “Not if you don’t want to.”

  “I want to take you shopping and to the Louvre.”

  She giggled “Can I just have you? Even if we lie here and do nothing, just like this.”

  “Woman, you well and truly have me.” That was for sure, but I didn’t miss the meaning behind what she just said.

  No one had ever just wanted me. Money, power, sex, and being at my side because of who I was and what I could do. That was what people wanted.

  Wren’s beautiful smile widened as she lay flat next to me, taking my hand into hers. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually like this. I don’t do this.”

  I turned so that I was facing her. “Don’t do what, baby?”

  She looked worried. “I never even kiss on the first date. You’re the first man I’ve ever slept with like this. We just started talking last week. I don’t want you to think that this is what I’m like.”

  I felt touched she would explain that to me. “I know who you are, Wren. Remember, we like each other. There doesn’t need to be any more explanation than that.”

  She smiled up at me as I tweaked her nose playfully.

  “Could it really be that simple, just like that?”

  “Yes. It is that simple. We can make it that simple.”

  “I want it to be that simple.” A fan of black lashes flickered over her cheeks then she stared deeply into my eyes.

  “Me too.”

  For some reason I found myself thinking about Chad’s story about his grandparents. To me they seemed to always know from just looking at each other that they were supposed to be together. I knew two and a half years ago when I first saw Wren that there was something special about her. Something that I couldn’t quite describe.

  Now I knew I wanted her to be mine. All mine. Mine to have, for me. Mine to cherish and spoil. Mine to take care of.

  “Wren, I’ll happily spend all day in bed with you, but I know how excited you are to be here. We’re in Paris. Let me take you out and spoil you.”

  She thought for a moment.“Okay. But, since I already feel spoiled you can’t spoil me too much. You’ve spent enough on me.”

  Wow, I’d have to write this down, and remember today. She had to be the first woman I’d met who seriously had no interest in my money.

  “You’re thinking about money?”

  “AJ, I know you’ve spent a fortune on me already. I don’t care about all of that.” And there were the words rolling off the tip of her beautiful tongue.

  I sat up and looked at her. It was that name again that got me: AJ. I needed to tell her my real name. It was the right thing to do.

  But now?

  My brain was still buzzing from having her, and what did I say?

  Thanks for the great sex, and by the way my name is Adam Jordin, the guy you got your business loan from.

  I definitely had to tell her soon.

  I’d play it by ear, and tell her the first chance I got.

  “That makes you all the more special to me.” I focused on our conversation, better to do that. “Why don’t you go and see the stuff I got you?”

  “Oh my gosh I forgot. Thank you so much.” She sat up too, giving me a better view of her full breasts.

  Before she got off the bed, my phone rang. The ringtone told me it was my father, and I remembered the shit I left my brother in. I let the phone ring out as I watched Wren make her way into the bathroom.

  I went to the toilet to sort myself out, dragged on a pair of boxers, and called Dad back.

  “Where the hell are you?” He sounded furious.

  “I’m in Paris.”

  “Paris.” His voice reverberated and the line sounded full of static. “What the hell are you doing in Paris?”

  Yup. He was furious, and I could imagine his face now as I looked at my own reflection in the mirror. I was the splitting image of the old man. My brother, Marc, looked like Mom.

  “Stuff.” I knew that would make him madder.

  “You’re with a woman, aren’t you?”

  I didn’t like the way he said that. As if I was just like him, always with one woman or another. Cheating.

  “What’s up, Dad?” I felt it was best to avoid the question.

  “What’s up? Adam, don’t act like you don’t know what’s up. I thought you and Marc were dealing with Jordin Estates. I didn’t expect you to piss off and fly across the world.”

  “Dad, I can’t work with Marc. I’ve told you before I hate it, and I’m putting my foot down now. Grandfather willed the estate to both of us and Marc is going behind my back doing shit without my permission. I’m not signing.”

  “Adam, you’re being offered a billion dollars.”

  “Dad. Did he tell you that the tenants reached out about buying their homes?” I knew Marc hadn’t told him that part.

  “No, Marc didn’t tell me that.” His voiced toned down a notch.

  “Put together, we stand to make several million. I haven’t done the math yet, but I want to do that. When we make business decisions we have to think of the effects in a holistic way. Think about how we would look if we turn families out of their homes. Most of which have been there all their lives. A lot of them are elderly and would never be able to go down the route of getting a mortgage the normal way.”

  He was listening. I could tell.

  Dad sighed. “Your brother won’t care about that.”

  “Then I’ll take him to court on it, but I’m not signing. Dad you know this is the time you should get involved.”

  The estate was willed to Marc and me but Grandfather put a default clause in his will that allowed Dad to intervene as an mediator if there were any grievous disagreements. As the main executor his word superseded ours as the beneficiaries.

  “I hate taking sides when it comes to you boys. But I’ll think about it. In the mean time I have a job for you.”

  My interest peaked. “What job’s this?’

  “A vineyard in Rome with vines that date back to the time of Christ.”

  My jaw dropped. “How’d we come by that?”

  “Won it in a bet.”

  “Dad, that sounds ridiculous.” But, then again, stranger things had happened. “You won a vineyard in a bet?”

  “Yes, my boy. People should know better than to enter such arrangements with me. How long are you in Paris for? Can you go check it out tomorrow?”

  “No can do.” My answer was reaffirmed when Wren walked across the corridor and back into the room.

  The strapless dress she wore was grass green and looked like it was made just for her. It was the green I liked, and the dress I’d used as an example when I made the arrangements with the personal shopper to get her some clothes. I was glad I’d selected that dress now. It really did look beautiful on her, and that gorgeous hair just made me want to devour her all over again. She looked over at me and smiled when she saw me watching. Dad was saying something to me, bu
t I wasn’t paying attention.

  “Son, can you hear me?”

  “Um… what?” I was still looking at her.

  “When can you go?”

  “I’m going to be busy for the rest of the week. Really busy.” I moved over to her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

  “Okay, wow. A whole week in Paris. You must really like her.”

  “Yes, Dad, I do really like her.”

  She gasped when I said that and was about to say something, but I silenced her with a little kiss.

  Dad laughed. “Okay. Check Rome out for me next week then?”

  “Rome. Next week,” I agreed. “Talk later.” I hung up, threw the phone on the bed and took hold of my woman. Kissing her, I absorbed her sweetness.

  “Was that really your dad?” She giggled against my lips.

  “Yes.”

  “You told him you like me?”

  “I did. Was that alright?” I planted several little kisses on her lips.

  “Mmmmm.” She nodded, pressing her hands to the bare surface of my skin. She did the sexiest thing then by leaning forward and kissing the top of the tattoo closest to my heart. The Japanese character for love.

  “Naughty kitten, how could I possibly want you again?” I could feel myself growing hard again.

  “It’s because you know I want to stay in bed with you all day.” That sweet smile filled her face.

  “Oh, God. Now I’m going to have to, right? That was you insisting?”

  “I’m insisting.” She laughed as I picked her up and carried her back to bed.

  I was going to enjoy taking the dress off her.

  Chapter 12

  Wren

  * * *

  Day three and we were still inside the house.

  We’d barely eaten and that was food we’d ordered in.

  I managed to catch a glimpse of a few of the rooms, met the maid and the gardener that came in on a daily basis but that was it.

  That was the closest I got to reality. The world outside of the bubble AJ and I had created.

  It had just turned ten when we went in the shower together. We had sex in here last night and I was sure it was going to happen again.

  We’d been kissing, making out under the light stream of water that rained down on us, for at least an hour.

  With his large hands cupping my face AJ kissed me, and kissed me and kissed me. And, I kissed him too with that I want more of you need.

  I actually stood on my toes, balancing against the slippery flooring, trying to get more.

  He pushed me back against the granite wall, pulled back so he could see my face then rested his hands on either side of me, face inches away from mine.

  “Go to Rome with me?” He brushed his lips over mine.

  Jesus. What the hell? I had to be living in some dream right, because this couldn’t be me. It couldn’t.

  I smacked his chest playfully and grimaced.

  “Don’t you dare ask me that.”

  “Fuck, Wren, if you don’t come with me I won’t go.”

  I chuckled. “Yes let’s stay here forever.”

  His eyes lit up like that really was an option. “Yeah, we could. You could set up a café here just like The Spot and I could do whatever I’m doing from anywhere in the world.”

  “AJ.” I smirked. “I was joking. I’m joking.”

  “I was being serious, of course if we don’t fuck to death first.” He taunted near my ear.

  God, I felt myself grow wet just from the heat of his words and the teasing in his voice.

  I smiled. “I wouldn’t complain.” Not one bit. In fact I’d say it was a good way to die. It’d definitely make up for the crap life had thrown at me.

  He brushed his lips over mine. “Okay, that’s how we’ll die. But, how will we live. Paris now, what about next week?”

  He was actually being serious. But… more than that, he was saying he wanted to keep seeing me.

  The realization made me take a moment to come back to earth and embrace a little bit of reality. I’d been so caught up in this bubble of us since we got here that I really did think screw the bills and the responsibilities.

  “Too much, too soon?” He moved back and gazed down at me, holding me in place with his silver stare.

  “No, it’s perfect.” But I had a nightmare to fix and it wasn’t going to fix itself.

  “Say yes then, come to Rome with me.” The corners of his sensual lips twitched into that half smile I loved.

  “I have The Spot, and a ton of stuff to sort out. I…” I didn’t want to think about that stuff now, but it was apart of me. It was all a apart of me so it came rushing back with the full force of its seriousness.

  He noticed and planted a kiss on my forehead. “You’re thinking about everything you left in Chicago, and that’s my fault.”

  “No, it’s…” If only he knew how bad things were. I didn’t want to tell him though. Best not to. I didn’t want him thinking I was asking for help. I would never do something like that.

  “Sweet Wren. Remember, screw the bills and the responsibilities. You’re here with me and I told you things will be fine.”

  I had to laugh. “Of course, things will all be fine.” I played along.

  “That’s the spirit.”

  “I want to go, but it’s crazier than me being here.”

  “Why baby?”

  “It just is.”

  “Okay, let’s do this. We talk about it on our last day here. See what you think then. I know you’ll say yes.” A cocky smile now danced on his lips. Of course it would because what woman in her right mind would say no to this man.

  “You are too much Mr. and a little over confident.”

  “I’m confident because, you won’t want me to get in trouble with my dad. And, if I go away for God knows how long you’ll miss me too much.”

  I didn’t think about that part. “How long will you be in Rome?”

  “Who knows baby, “ he tilted my jaw up to him. “Who knows? Could be a week, or two, or more. And it’s a vineyard. My phone may not work and I wouldn’t be able to call you. Then I would just perish from not being able to see or hear you.”

  This guy was a natural charmer. I started to laugh and couldn’t stop.

  “Oh, AJ.” I pressed my hands against the hard walls of his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and kissed the underside of my ear.

  “Wren.” He lifted his head and gazed at me. “Eiffel tower today, we can’t stay in this house for the whole trip. As much as I want you I won’t be selfish. Let me show you Paris and spoil you.”

  Back to the dream.

  “Thank you.”

  “No, no, thank you mon belle.” He lifted my hands up to his lips and kissed it.

  My heart fluttered. Talk about life and reality. It was going to be hard to come out of this dream world. Very hard.

  And I didn’t want to.

  * * *

  Today was truly amazing.

  We began with the Louvre, where I saw the Mona Lisa and other amazing paintings and artifacts.

  Then we headed to the Eiffel Tower.

  It looked just like it did on the post cards and films I’d seen.

  The wrought-iron lattice tower on the Champs de Mars was exactly as the images and films depicted. No camera tricks, no added touches for effect.

  The tower stood in all it’s glory and beauty for all to see. For me the highlight of Paris.

  We explored all levels, looked at all the history and ended our tour of the tower by dining at Le Jules Vernes. That was where we were supposed to go last night. Since it was five when we ate it wasn’t dark enough to get the see the beautiful city lights, but AJ promised we’d come back another night.

  We spent the rest of the afternoon walking and talking. We walked the whole length of the Champs-Élysées stopping at the Place de la Concorde and the Place Charles de Gaulle, where I marveled at the Arc de Triomphe.

  It was one of the best d
ays that I’d lived. Definitely one of the best, and still there was more to visit.

  As the last remains of sunlight retracted from the brilliant Parisian sky we walked along the river. I ate ice cream while I noticed AJ glancing at me several times out of the corner of his eyes.

  He was holding my hand and we were walking and acting like we did this all the time.

  He drove today which was nice. We’d gone outside the house and I noticed a blood red Porsche on the drive. Just like that AJ had, had it delivered. We got back in it now and I relished the feel of the soft leather against my back.

  The mood continued for most of the drive back to the house. We were talking about cooking then suddenly cooking turned sexy.

  “I could imagine you baking naked.” He stated with a nod and that smile.

  “Is that you requesting that I bake naked?”

  He snapped his head around to look at me. God, I noticed the other night that he brought out the sexy in me. I wasn’t normally like this at all.

  AJ however had managed to unlock this side of me that I never knew existed. I’d gone from mildly flirty to just rip my clothes off.

  “Fuck, is that an option?” His gaze turned hungry.

  I twisted around in the seat so that I was facing him, his gaze dropped to my thighs where my skirt had rode up. He stared for far too long and the lights changed. It was too late when he noticed and we ran straight through the red light.

  “Wren, what are you doing to me?”

  “I’m so sorry.” I laughed.

  He had to speed up way past the limit so that the cars that had turned down our road could pass. However, AJ didn’t adjust the speed back to normal. He continued at that pace with a wicked, sinful smile on his face. Taking the occasional glance at me.

  “Wren, your ass is mine when we get back.”

  “I’m on top.”

  “Sure in round two. I call dibs on your ass first.”

  God, I was so turned on I had to steady my breathing.

  We got back to the house in fifteen minutes and he yanked me from the car, hoisting me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.