He gave my ass a firm smack and squeezed my cheeks.
“AJ I think your staff are still here.” I saw Maria’s car and Pierre’s truck on the lawn.
“They can leave now.”
A heavenly aroma greeted us as we walked in and there was Maria at the kitchen door. She smiled when she saw us. Me on AJ’s shoulder with my clothes practically hanging off me.
“I made your favorite , I’ll see you two in the morning.” She bubbled, cheeks coloring.
“Merci, beaucoup.” AJ thanked her.
I heard her giggle. I didn’t see her because AJ twisted around with me and my eyes were glued to the firm contours of his ass.
He didn’t take me up to the bedroom. Instead we went to the hall with the grand piano and L shaped sofa . That’s where he set me down.
I giggled as he lowered and started sucking my left breast through the fabric, but then I thought I’d take charge.
“I call dibs on foreplay.”
He started to protest but stopped when I tugged on his belt buckle, realizing instantly what I meant.
“Jesus Christ, woman, you are too sexy for your own good.”
“As long as you think so.” I cooed. “I just think I should show my gratitude for this amazing trip.”
His face brightened when I slid to my knees and he ran his hand over my head.
“And in what way do you want to show this gratitude sweet Wren?”
I pressed my face to the hard bulge that was evident against his pants and ran my tongue over the fabric, making a show of pressing my tongue against his cock. His face when I did that was a mixture of pleasure and desperation.
“I haven’t done this for you yet.” Not properly. The last few nights had been more him on me and I didn’t really get to pleasure him the way I wanted to. “I should do it, for you.” I nodded.
AJ watched me. His expression fascinated to see what I was going to do next.
When I started undoing his belt buckle the look in his eyes turned hot and greedy. Greedy for me. I didn’t have to ask if it was how I felt for him. It was all there. there in his eyes, on his face, in the way he stroked my hair.
I wanted to savor him the way he did to me. Once the buckle loosened, I pulled his zipper down slow and teasing, then pulled down the pants and his boxers unleashing the magnitude of his cock.
I grabbed the base and ran my fingers up and down his shaft. A groan of pleasure rumbled in his chest and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“How do you want me to suck you?”
God, this wasn’t me. But this was a prime example of what this man did to me. I knew what he thought about me. Sweet Wren, that was what he called me. I was generally perceived as the sweet, dependable girl next door type. Not this woman who was making this truly gorgeous man look at her like this. This way, as if I was the woman of his dreams. He was with me tonight so I would be that for him.
“You suck my cock however you want baby.” Now he had that predatory smile and his bright eyes turned silver, almost looking otherworldly.
I stroked his hardness and smiled, actually aching to taste him.
He grew harder as I stroked him, filling my hand, straining towards me. I lowered my head and licked him, lingering on the tip of his cock.
“Delicious.” I cooed. “Mr. Delicious.”
“Fuck.” His mouth dropped.
Chapter 13
Adam
* * *
I stared at the angelic being before me and thought surely I’d either gone insane from having too much sex, or slipped into some sort of fantasy.
I didn’t care which it was, because I would gladly accept either. Whichever would have been fine by me.
Sweet Wren. It was official that she was the hottest woman alive and also the kind that I knew now was the deadliest.
Sweet to the world. Showing a warm and homely side with her cookies, but really she was this hot, sexy woman, and actual seductress who could bamboozle you all six ways to Sunday.
And fuck, did she ever bamboozle me.
I gazed at her at my feet. The epitome of beauty with her autumn eyes, shimmering hair and those full lips on my cock. It was so fucking hot.
She looked up at me, those eyes drifting up my body and, beaming up at me while her glossy lips curved into a mischievous smile. A tease.
I took a handful of that hair, running my fingers through the featherlike texture.
She opened her mouth and took me in, the suction pulled at my groin, my insides, my world. I kept my hands in her hair loving the feel of her, loving the reaction on her face as she bobbed up and down, sucking me faster, harder.
Then, as if sucking me didn’t feel amazing enough, the temptress slid her slim fingers from the edge of my thighs where she gripped me to the base of my cock. With her fingers holding my shaft just below her lips she started jerking me off while she sucked. The combo made me gasp, and my knees wobbled. I clenched my teeth to gather some control but I could feel my release coming.
Her pace increased, working me to the edge of oblivion. This was unreal but I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. I wanted to be inside her sweet pussy.
She glanced up at me, pleasure evident on her face too. She knew what she was doing to me.
“Wren,” I was amazed I could still talk. “I have to fuck you now.”
The need to be inside her had driven me to the brink of insanity. With one last suck she released me and sat back.
“Then fuck me.” No one else could have gotten away with saying that in such a sweet way.
I dragged off my shirt, off my pants and boxers then practically pounced on her. She giggled into the kiss I gave her and tried to talk against my mouth but I wouldn’t let her.
We rolled over onto the floor and like an animal I grabbed her blouse and ripped it off her. The little pearl buttons that held it together popped off and bounced across the wooden floor. I reached under her skirt and ripped the panties too.
She gasped.
“This stays on.” Her little pink skirt. I’d looked at it all day and imagined taking her in it.
“And this?” She tugged at her bra.
“Take that off for me.” I loved the way she did it.
She unhooked the clasp at the front releasing the heft of her gorgeous breasts. Those nipples were puckered and ready to be sucked but I’d have to do that later. Like every night since we’d been here I planned to spend the rest of the evening indulging on her fine body. Inside and out.
I retrieved a condom from my pants, shoved it on and turned her over so she was on her hands and knees. Her tits bounced from the impact and that skirt did it’s magic over her fine ass. I plunged into her from behind and nearly lost my cool then.
Fuck, she felt so damn good.
I pushed in and out a few times, each time going deeper until I was buried at the hilt and she moaned into the pleasure.
“You want more baby?”
“Yes, give me more please.” Her voice strained.
“I’m going to fuck you hard Wren.” I gripped on to her little waist, forcing her ass up towards me and started to pump.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this again, or that each time felt better and better.
Soon the room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together. It drowned out everything else, and the world faded away with it. The glass doors captured a hazy reflection of us. Her with her tits bouncing in front of her, hair going wild and me pounding into her from behind.
I lost myself in her. But it wasn’t just the feeling, it was her. It was in that moment as pure happiness coursed through me that I realized I couldn’t be without her.
Passion burst where we joined and we both cried out into the orgasmic wave that gripped us, squeezed us in its claws and released us.
She collapsed on to her arms when I pulled out of her and I moved to her quickly thinking I hurt her.
“Wren, baby are you okay?” I stroked her hair.
; She gave me a weak smile and reached out to touch my jaw. “I’m fine. You are too much Mr Delicious.”
“And you Mrs Delicious.”
Maybe I had gone crazy. A few days in Paris and this woman had me wanting her to be my Mrs.
Again, I didn’t care. I would gladly go crazy for her.
I scooped her up, hoping like hell Maria had left because, except for Wren’s skirt we were both naked.
* * *
“I located the fucker.” Chad beamed. Static echoed across the line as he laughed.
I laughed too and moved away from Wren so she could sleep in peace. I’d wiped her out. The poor angel was literally in an exhaustion coma.
I went into the corridor and sat on the window ledge.
“Tell me what happened.”
“You know I don’t know how this guy managed to do all that he did,” Chad mused.
Before I left I gave Chad the task of locating Billy. Sure I was going to sort Wren out and make the debt disappear but I wasn’t stupid. That wasn’t debt she got herself into for anything frivolous. She was conned. Simple as that I was going to make sure justice got served and that fucking asshole got what was coming to him.
“Right, you’re going to love this. So …I hired Nick.”
At the mention of Nick’s name I had to laugh. Nick Wylder was an ex-marine turned private investigator. He ran his own firm in the centre of Chicago. Chad introduced me when I needed a guy checked out who I suspected was trying to set up a scam.
“You’re right I love it.” I chuckled. “Please tell me he at least got to punch the fucker.” Because I really wanted to for all the shit Billy put Wren through.
“Not yet. There’s some kinks he had to work through. The situation is deeper than a mere domestic case. But Nick’s working on it.”
I frowned. It sounded serious, but I took comfort in the fact that Nick was on the case. If there was a job you needed doing like that Nick was the man. I didn’t know how this guy got shit done but he did. Even the most impossible tasks wasn’t a problem for him. The man was talented but also of the scary, crazy variety.
We’d met up a few times as friends. Even met his wife Mia and their little girl Ariel. It was good to work with someone like Nick because he understood the personal side of things and wouldn’t ask unnecessary questions. He’d just get shit done.
“How bad is it?”
“Well, bad in the sense that the feds may get involved. Turns out dear Billy invested in a sex club that’s been linked to sex trafficking in South America. Cherry on top’s they’ve also been trafficking a new type of drug that’s been appearing on the street.”
“Fuck.” This had to be some kind of joke. I thought cheating bastard sure, but this was deep shit.
“Yes, fuck. So Nick’s not approaching him just yet.”
“So is Billy actually as broke as we think?” I had an inkling that we wouldn’t be able to get back all of Wren’s money but some would have been nice.
“Yup. As a church mouse. The guy’s an addict who was able to disguise his addiction and live off of Wren for free. Looks like he got money from the club and his used car sales job, but he used it up on prostitutes. Any money we hope to get back will come from assets he has. Most likely the sex club, if the Fed’s don’t seize it.”
It disgusted me that Wren was with someone like that. Someone who used her. “I’ll sue him for all he’s worth.”
“Out for blood bro. In other news how are things there?”
The disgust over Billy instantly vanished from my mind, replaced with thoughts of Wren.
“Really good.” Too good. Last night I thought about how quickly my feelings for Wren developed. I wanted her to go to Rome with me. I wanted her to go home with me when we got back to Chicago. I wanted her to be wherever I was.
“Sounds it. You sound happy.”
“I am.”
“She still calling you AJ though?”
I knew he would ask me that at some point. “Yeah.”
“Okay, bro… you know how I always have your back, and understand your ways of doing things, but I’m your friend so I have to point out that –”
“I know it’s wrong.” I interrupted. “I already know.” And, I feared it had gotten to the stage where her knowing who I really was might put a damper on our relationship.
“So, Adam Jordin, are you going to tell her that you’re Adam Jordin?”
“Yes.” I was going to tell her tomorrow. “But now I’m worried about spoiling what we have.”
What I had with Wren was unreal. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about someone after only a handful of days. But really it wasn’t just these days. It was over the course of two and a half years.
“The longer you leave it, the worse it will get and it won’t matter what you did for her. That’s the part that will be spoiled Adam. Take it from me. The big crazy guy who definitely thought up every crazy ass thing in the book.” He laughed.
“I know.” I didn’t like thinking that Wren would be upset with me.
“You’ve done a lot for her. A lot. You at least owe her your real name.”
I sighed. “I know and I will tell her.”
Chapter 14
Wren
* * *
I felt like a completely new woman.
It was as if I’d been placed in some rejuvenation chamber and given a new life.
We’d been in Paris for four days now and I’d had the time of my life. It was more than a getaway; it was an adventure. A whole life experience I knew I would cherish forever.
I woke up super late today, well after midday.
When I eventually got dressed AJ took me out onto the terrace where I was greeted with a bunch of red long stemmed Elizabeth roses.
“AJ you are too much.” I smiled as he handed them to me but tears stung the backs of my eyes. Gratitude washed over me and awe at all this man had done.
“No. This was part of the vision right. Except they’re in a bunch.” He beamed at me.
I recalled what I said to Stella when I described this getaway.
I talked about getting a single red rose every day. That was what he meant. He really was listening.
“This means a lot to me.”
“I know. Come here.” He took the roses set them on the table then ushered me over to the bench to sit.
I sat next to him.
“Is Paris as good as what you imagined?” His eyes searched mine.
“AJ, really? Is that a question I’m supposed to answer?”
“I want to know.” While there was a twinkle in his eyes. His face denoted a edge of seriousness that caught my attention.
“It is. It really is. I never imagined having this much fun. And I don’t think I would have enjoyed it more with anyone else.” I brushed the side of his face and he held me tighter.
“You too Wren.”
“Thank you, although I’m sure you’ve had better times here. Not doing tourist stuff.”
He’d told me how often he and his family were here. I’d bet most of this trip had to be a drag for him with me walking around with stars in my eyes loving everything, and getting excited about what he was used to.
“The exciting part was me showing it to you and seeing your face after.”
What a nice thing to say. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“I had ulterior motives.” He grinned.
“Those ulterior motives could have been accomplished in Chicago.”
“Wren, I’m going to want you wherever you are in this world. Paris or Chicago.”
I held his gaze. “Me too, for you.”
The gentle evening breeze lifted the ends of my ponytail and flicked the ends about us. AJ caught it and twirled the ends around his fingers. He looked down at it, but when his gaze returned to mine I noticed a cautious look in his eyes.
“What’s up? You look like you’re thinking something.”
“There’s a few things I have t
o tell you.”
God, what was it? My eyes widened. “Is it bad?”
“No, I hope not.”
My hands stilled. “What is it?”
“I like honesty. I want you to know that I will always be honest with you.”
“AJ, please don’t tell me you’re married with kids.” That would crush me.
When he laughed, I sighed with relief.
“I can assure you it’s not that. I wouldn’t do that to you or anyone else. Not even when…” His voice trailed off.
“What, not even when what?” I was anxious to hear.
He stared ahead to the lake. The wind caressed the surface causing the waves to ripple.
“I was married once.” Tension filled his voice. “That’s not what I wanted to tell you, but I guess while we’re on the subject it’s probably something you should know.”
My eyes bulged. He was married? Why was I surprised though? Look at him. Of course some lucky woman had him as her husband.
“Oh. Um…what, happened? Is it okay to ask you that?”
“Of course.” He pressed his nose to mine then pulled back. “Her name was Ava. When I think back now it was always clear that she never really loved me. She was just with me because of what I could do for her. Who I was, what I was.”
It made me physically sick to hear that. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That was just how it was, unfortunately I didn’t see it until it was too late.”
I would never be like that. What made a woman like that when she found a man like him? He was so kind and caring.
But money did things to people. Look what happened to me with Billy, and I was sure what I knew was only part of the whole story.
And AJ…
While on this trip I definitely thought more than once about his family business. Property development. I wasn’t stupid, I knew he had to be insanely rich.
We travelled by limo, he had a Porsche. We were staying in a Chateau, had a maid and staff here. He never asked how much anything cost, and I saw that when we went to certain places we were seen to straight away. People recognized him and acted with respect.
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