Stroking airily, he ran his fingers over her shapely breasts. He wanted more of her, but it was important to him she come first in the proceedings. Brian roamed her body like an undiscovered country; exploring, teasing and massaging where necessary. Have reached her bottom of her divine long legs, he slid down to kiss each of her toes as a reminder of the jacuzzi.
Faith registered what he was doing, but there was no urge to giggle. His expert touch had her in a state of near delirium. When Brian parted her legs to lick from her ankle, up her calf, to her inner thighs, Faith threw the sheet off. Brian raised his head from between her legs. Swiftly he snaked his body up hers, showering her in kisses. She could feel his erection firm on her stomach.
Spreading her legs in anticipation, Brian didn’t respond to his carnal urges. Instead he moved southwards. The moment his tongue brushed her nub, her hips bucked and her head jolted. Pleased at the response, Brian continued with licks, flicks, blowing, kisses and occasionally grazing the area with his teeth. When his lips clamped onto her bud and sucked, Faith climaxed hard, grabbing a pillow for her face to muffle her screams.
She demanded he plough her, but Brian refused until certain she knew every part of her, body and soul, was valued by him. Kneeling between her legs, he massaged her breasts. Faith noticed he wouldn’t make eye contact, his lowered eyes transfixed by her cleavage. Having kneaded them, he used his tongue on her nipples as he had done with the bud between her legs. The tender but erotic way her handled her rounded breasts had her panting. Noticing the change in her heart beat he caught her eyes.
‘Please don’t make me beg,’ she said simply.
Supporting his weight on his elbows, knowing she was ready, he glided his hardness into her. They groaned and automatically, her legs wrapped tight, clamping to his waist. Brian’s fitness regime provided him with a high level of stamina. Unlike Faith who had ridden him feverishly earlier in the week, Brian was smooth and rhythmic with his motions. No desire to rush. He kissed her mouth, neck and ears as he grinded.
Faith nibbled his neck to elicit a sexual growl from him. She pulled his buttocks to her for deeper penetration. Rather than speed up, Brian slowed so Faith could feel the full thick length of him drilling her. He gyrated his hips, reaching areas in Faith that had her internal muscles convulsing on his shaft. Her tightness, his size, their compatible bodies had them functioning as a finely tuned machine.
Their awareness that this was the best sex of their lives bought them both to the edge. Although unspoken, Brian knew Faith felt the same and came hard inside her. As he unloaded, her legs stayed bound to his waist, her arms holding him close.
‘I won’t be the first one to say something,’ said Brian, his voiced laced with vulnerability.
‘I’ll be brave and say that sex was awesome and mind blowing and it did wonders for me.’
‘There’s nothing like stroking a man’s ego,’ said Brian, shifting in bed to cuddle her.
‘I was hoping you’d say the same.’
‘No way. I’m far too cool for that.’
Her head twisted, catching sight of the dimple in his cheek, which alerted her to his teasing.
‘All right Mr. Porterhouse, if you weren’t too cool. In fact let’s pretend you’re the kind of guy that gets out of a jacuzzi and glides butt naked across a tiled floor with everything on show. If you were that man what would you say after our steamy session?’
‘I’d say you’re a very mean girlfriend for reminding me of that, but,’ he paused, ‘I’d also say if that’s what making love is like, I want to do it with you for the rest of my life.’
‘If an interviewer could hear you say that now. Notorious playboy discovers love.’
‘Only with you,’ he said quietly.
It plucked her already delicate heart-strings. This was not supposed to happen this week. Not at all.
‘Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?’ asked Faith nervously. ‘It sounds very playground doesn’t it? Will you go steady with me? Are we exclusive? What does that even mean? Are we exclusive? Why not say “I don’t want you dating or sleeping with other people?” Everything’s a code. No wonder it’s exhausting to discover love with no one being straight and honest with each other.’
‘You’re babbling, Faith.’
‘Sorry.’
Reprimanded, it was as though Brian wasn’t going to answer the question. Her nerves and endless talking was a huge deterrent and probably the reason she’d be permanently single.
Brian passed a menu to Faith.
‘It’s 4pm, Faith. As it’s winter, the sun will set soon. I’d like us to dine watching the sun setting by the Eiffel Tower. This exclusive boyfriend would like his exclusive girlfriend to have a look through the menu and pick whatever she desires for dinner.’
She beamed, studying the pages. Yet again she required Brian to translate the French, but the request felt natural; it didn’t feel as though it were a test for her suitability in socializing with his upper-class friends. Making her choices from the exquisite range, Brian rang the order down to the kitchen.
‘We better get decent for the incoming food.’
She went to her shoulder bag, dreading to think what her twin would have flung in. Drawing out a pair of black jeans as opposed to her blue jeans and a tight black top with studded diamantes, she could’ve sat on the bed and cried. That was not how she imagined herself dining at sunset in Paris.
‘In the cupboard,’ called Brian from the bathroom.
Opening the door she saw a beautiful Armani dress. Floor length, the strapless neutral chocolate brown was cut tight. Her ample cleavage held the dress up and the clingy material accentuated her slim waist and hips. The fabric crisscrossed creating a shimmering effect. Grecian sandals were boxed, keeping her height at a level where she wouldn’t feel Amazonian. There was a wrap to warm her bare shoulders, but having fallen in love with the dress as she twirled in the mirror she decided it would detract from the dress’ striking and elegant simple style.
‘Whoa!’ said Brian stepping out. He was half dressed in a dinner suit. Black trousers, and pristine white shirt and bow tie, deliberately left open on the collar.
‘Lucky I didn’t eat yesterday or I’d have to forget dinner to ravish you.’
No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than the door bell to the Presidential Suite chimed. Brian opened the door and Faith watched as they set the balcony up for dinner. Quickly and quietly, it was as if the staff was ghostlike as they arranged everything. Having converted the balcony to their own private restaurant, one member of staff remained on hand. Taking Brian’s arm, Faith walked out to be greeted by a full view of the Eiffel Tower.
Perfectly timed to the Parisian winter, the sun was setting and the pink and orange backdrop to the world famous structure was ideal. Sitting down, Faith was pleased two outdoor heaters had been set up. They were strong enough to keep her warm in the cool weather.
‘What do you think?’
‘I thought it was going to be the most beautiful sight I’d ever experience in my life.’
‘It’s a disappointment?’ asked Brian curiously.
‘No. It’s glorious. It’s just the most beautiful sight I’ve ever experienced in my life was watching you sleep earlier.’
‘That is not something I expected the Faith Spires at the auction to ever say in my presence, or anyone’s come to that.’
‘It must be the romance of the French.’
As early as it was, dinner was drawn out at the correct pace to savor the food and sunset, Having completed dessert it was dark enough for the light show to start, highlighting the famous monument.
‘Fancy a walk before we have to head off?’
‘We have to go so soon?’
Brian nodded.
‘Don’t be down. When you get a holiday, we can go somewhere special together for longer. I wanted you to breathe easy for a day.’
‘Hard to breathe easy when your breathless.’
‘Is that your
way of saying you’d rather have sex, than go for a walk down the Champs-Elysees?’
‘I’d like to do both,’ admitted Faith.
‘Hmmm, the French aren’t quite that liberated. We might get arrested trying those two simultaneously.’
She lightly slapped his hand.
‘Walk then.’
A limousine drove them to the Champs-Élysées, where the couple dawdled down the promenade stretch; taking in the specialty shops, cinemas, theaters and cafes. As they walked almost two kilometers along Paris’ most famous street, with its clipped horse-chestnut trees, when Faith saw the limo waiting she knew the magic was over.
Similar to the outgoing journey, once at the airport they cruised through security and customs, onto the Concorde for the reasonably short flight back. Even in her finery, the reality of what was waiting at home lowered Faith’s natural bubbly personality.
‘Can’t really go to the hospital in this,’ she said to Brian as they strained to make conversation after their wonderful few date.
‘No, that’s why Gabe packed you jeans and a top.’
‘That top is better suited to a nightclub.’
‘Cheer up. It’s only two hours. Then you can go home to choose your own clothes. He’s a man, he did his best choosing those jeans and top.’
‘I know, I know.’
Departing was hard enough, rather than being dismal, Brian put a film on for the two to watch to make the flight pass. Faith thought a few beverages would alleviate the drudgery of the evening, but knew it wasn’t sensible. She scoffed to herself in amazement that it was now Brian, deciding what was best for the two of them to function on good form.
As they landed, they transferred to the helicopter, which delivered them to the hospital with quarter of an hour to spare. Given the five hour time difference, Brian had planned it precisely.
The two hours was difficult, but for the right reasons. Compensating for her absence on Wednesday, she took Brian on a tour of the equipment used to assist those with Muscular Dystrophy and introduced him to the researchers, now back in gainful employment thanks to the funds the auction raised.
Faith practically ran out of the building, the minute her watch hit 9pm. Marcus was waiting in a conservative Austin Martin.
‘Home for you and early to bed, I think,’ said Brian. ‘Got to finish the interview tomorrow. Maybe try not to dismiss me completely as a cash cow for the research.’
Faith dropped her head in shame as they sat in the car.
‘I’m playing. Relax, be yourself and speak to them as if you were speaking to me like when we were in Paris. Hang onto those thoughts and feelings for me and we’ll get through it. Raise the profile of the hospital’s requisites,’ he said cheerily.
‘And your profile. Don’t forget, you’ll win the public over with your generosity and interest in charitable events.’
Brian shrugged nonchalantly.
‘I’m not bothered. Living in the public eye with constant attention isn’t the be-all and end-all. I’d be content to have your private eyes on me.’
There was a flicker across Faith’s face Brian couldn’t quite make out. He didn’t ask and put it down to her tiredness. Walking her to the front door, the couple kissed like teenagers.
‘I should let you go,’ said Brian remorsefully.
‘You could come in,’ she offered coyly.
‘I hate to decline. But, I have to put you first. You’re a fusspot. It sounds a plausible, delectable persuasion now, but when you wake up tomorrow, exhausted by the excessive sex and multiple orgasms I’ve given you, you’ll get in a panic about work, which will carry over to the interview stirring up your nerves....’
‘You are such a big head.’
She pushed his solid chest as they laughed.
‘It’ll feel strange, not sleeping with you, which sounds absurd.’
Brian’s kiss cut her off.
‘I feel the same,’ he whispered, walking off reluctantly.
Chapter Thirteen
It was another first for Faith as she avoided her twin for the first time ever. She’d literally sneaked through the backdoor of the house and straight upstairs without even saying hello and goodnight. There was however no way she could avoid him the following morning—they did work together after all.
She ambled downstairs to join him for breakfast.
‘You might’ve at least told me when you got in. I waited up,’ he chastised coldly.
‘Sorry,’ she said sheepishly.
‘I had to ring Brian to make sure there hadn’t been an accident or delay or something.’
‘I’m really sorry. It didn’t cross my mind. I was a bit all over the place.’
‘Why? Was the trip too frantic? Were you worn out from the traveling? Was the jet lag bad?’
‘No, no, nothing like that.’
They ate in silence. Gabe waited for his twin to open up.
‘I didn’t know you had Brian’s number. How’d you get it? He’s not exactly in the directory.’
‘Faith, seriously, did you think I’d let some playboy billionaire whisk you away and not have all the contact details and a complete run down on the full itinerary first?’
‘He’s not a playboy,’ said Faith, raising her voice defensively.
‘Not around you.’
‘Meaning?’
Her tone was accusatory. Gabe sensed she was looking for an argument.
‘Meaning, I think he genuinely has feelings for you. Pipe down, Faith. I don’t know what’s bugging you, but I’ve not done anything wrong.’
‘Sorry. I do feel bad not saying hi and debriefing you. How’s Sasha?’
‘Fine. She’s blooming with pregnancy. It’s becoming real and exciting now.’
‘Hey,’ said Faith grabbing Gabe’s hand. ‘I know I went berserk to begin with but it is exciting and I’m pleased you have Sasha. I can’t wait to be an aunt.’
‘Love makes you see things through new eyes doesn’t it,’ he said wisely.
She clipped his ears as she poured a glass of orange juice from the fridge.
‘Did you love knock at your door in Paris?’ he inquired slyly.
‘You’re about to witness what level my fury can reach in a minute if you don’t let up.’
He chuckled, dissolving the tension.
‘You know, Faith, You have turned things round with Brian. I’ve had a few chats with him. I reckon you two will balance each other out. Might be the real deal.’
‘Time will tell,’ she said enigmatically, retreating upstairs.
Closing the door behind her to prevent the conversation floating downstairs to Gabriel’s razor sharp ears, she picked up her phone to dial Brian; it was early for him.
‘Morning, you.’
‘Hi.’
His voice sounded sleepy and sexy, while she was on a knife edge.
‘I’m in a spot of bother.’
‘I told you not to stress out. Be yourself in the interview.’
That he wasn’t awake and alert irritated Faith.
‘Brian this is serious. I need you to listen.’
‘I am listening.’
‘Properly,’ she hissed.
The emphasis on the word ‘properly’ had him blinking and shaking himself awake.
‘What’s the problem?’
‘We didn’t use protection in Paris. Should I go to the Doctor or chemist and get the morning after pill? I’ve got seventy-two hours from when it happened.’
‘Tell me what you’d like to do Faith,’ his voice was firm.
‘I’d like to hear what you want me to do.’
‘Will my opinion hold any relevance ultimately in what you choose to do?’
‘I feel like you’re being obtuse Brian.’
‘I don’t mean to be,’ he said, his voice softening with concern. ‘I want what’s best for you.’
‘I might be a carrier of Muscular Dystrophy. It’s why I’m not marriage material. Who wants to be with someone that c
an’t have children?’
‘Has any doctor formally assessed you and said you can’t have children?’
Brian was practical and to the point. The borderline hysterics Faith was dancing on subsided.
‘No. never. My mum had two kids. I’ve never heard of any problem in my family history of conceiving or carrying babies.’
‘You can actually have children then?’
‘Yes, but Gabe, it’s like Russian Roulette. If I’m a carrier and if I have a boy, odds are he’ll have Muscular Dystrophy.’
‘Not necessarily.’
‘What?’
‘You’ve taught me a lot this week. Even if you’re a carrier of the gene, if you conceive with someone who isn’t a carrier there’s every chance your children will be fine. There’s a lot of ‘ifs’ in your argument.’
Faith was starting to think a little information was a dangerous thing with Brian.
‘Yes, but there’s a chance I could have a child with Muscular Dystrophy.’
‘And a chance you’ll have a perfectly healthy baby,’ he countered.
‘Brian, I was asking whether I should take the morning after pill, not whether I should have children.’
‘Faith, it’s entirely up to you if you take the morning after pill or not. I don’t have a say.’
‘Yes, you do,’ she argued.
‘Why?’
‘Because if I were pregnant, it would be our baby. You’d be the father. But I know we’re young and...’
‘I want you to do what feels right for you. You’re struggling with what you’ve grown up with in your family, which I appreciate. What I would say is a week ago today I was asking my PR why exactly I had to go to a charity auction. I got drunk, turned up late and bid on the last auction item—you. I know it was the highest and most outrageous bid what seemed a demanding and deflating reward.
‘At the time I was furious because my entire world revolved around me trying to create the best party ever to convince myself that was what made me happy. I didn’t think a week later my world would revolve a completely new person, her family and her affirming values. Love makes you see things through different eyes.’
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