“Have you ever been up the Eiffel Tower?”
“When I was on a school trip. It’s years since I’ve been to Paris.”
“You could explore tomorrow while I’m on the shoot.”
She turned in his arms. “Can’t I come with you?”
“It’ll be boring.”
“Well, I suppose I could practice my French on some handsome Parisians.”
“On second thought, you ought to come and watch me pout in fifty different ways.”
She smiled. “I’ll stand behind the cameraman and pull funny faces.”
“Oh great.” He laughed. “Hungry? Want room service? Or do you want to go out? I’ve booked a table at Burger King.”
She smiled. “Is room service expensive?”
“Extortionate, but Fixx is paying.”
“They won’t mind paying for two?”
“They won’t even notice.” He tugged her back inside and closed the doors. Once he’d taken off his coat, shoes and socks, he grabbed the folder of information and threw himself on the huge bed. “What do you fancy? Snails? Frogs legs?”
“No and no. Just bread, cheese and wine. Oh look, they’ve left macaroons.” She picked up a beautifully wrapped box from the desk and put it down again.
Once she’d removed her coat and shoes, she wandered into the bathroom. Oh my god. “Wow, another T for tub and we can do V for view and look at the Eiffel Tower at the same time. If there’s anyone up there with binoculars, they can watch us watching them.”
While Jai was busy on the phone, she unpacked their things and hung them in the closet. Jai had bought his tux and she wondered if her little black dress, purchased for the rehearsal dinner he’d missed, would be okay for her to wear. She didn’t have jewelry or anything to brighten it up.
When he put the phone down, she held up the dress. “Is this all right for tomorrow night?”
“You make anything look gorgeous.”
“I’ll go for comfort then and wear my jeans.”
“Fine by me, but you might regret it when you see what the other women are wearing.”
Her heart fell at that.
“Come here.” He beckoned her over.
Summer launched herself at the bed and landed beside him. “Thank you for bringing me here. I really wasn’t looking forward to sorting out my flat.”
“What exactly did they do?”
“Wrecked everything. Emptied every drawer. Ripped open my couch.” Oh hell, what if they’d decided to turn on me?
“Fuck. It makes me feel ill to think of you witnessing that. When you told the police that guy had gripped you by the throat, I wanted to hit something.”
She hadn’t mentioned the hand up her sweater and the final threat, aware that Jai had already been vibrating with rage at her side.
“When the police are done, we’ll pack everything that you want and either store it or take it to Notting Hill. Do you need to give notice to your landlord?”
“I’ll do it when we get back.” In case you change your mind.
There was a knock at the door and Jai pushed himself off the bed to answer it. A young guy in a white jacket rolled in a small table.
“Monsieur, Mademoiselle. Would you like me to open the wine?”
“I’ll do it,” Jai said.
“Bon appetite.” The guy nodded his thanks at Jai’s tip and left.
“Good grief. I was expecting half a baguette and a piece of Brie.”
There were four different breads, butter shaped into swirls, several cheeses arranged like a work of art, bunches of the tiniest grapes she’d ever seen interspersed among them, and a platter of fruit, some of which she didn’t recognize. Jai handed her a plate and she helped herself to bread, butter and little bits of every cheese.
“Shall I make up a plate like that for you?” she asked.
“Please.” He uncorked the wine and poured out two glasses.
“I wish we could sit on the balcony, but it’s too cold. This is lovely, Jai. I feel like I’m dreaming.”
She put the plates on the table and he sat next to her.
“I feel like I’m dreaming too,” he said. “Paris, wine and cheese. What more could I want?”
She smiled. “Nothing else to tempt you?”
He looked around the room, letting his gaze float over her. “Nope.”
“Phew, I’m very hot,” Summer said, and pulled off her new blue top to reveal the new black lace push-up bra underneath.
Jai dropped the piece of bread he was holding.
She stretched her arms in the air. “That’s better.” She took a sip of wine and tried another of the cheeses. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yes.” He stared straight at her breasts and picked up the bread he’d dropped.
“These jeans are a bit uncomfortable. You don’t mind if I slip out of them?”
“Ugh.”
“Was that a no?” She stood up, turned her back toward him and unzipped. As slowly as she could, she pulled her jeans down her legs and bent to tug them off her feet, giving Jai a perfect view of her matching lace boy pants.
When she turned and sat, he was still holding the same piece of bread. She slid her foot onto his lap and he dropped the bread again. His cock was rigid under her toes and she watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed more heavily. When she lifted her other foot onto his lap, he gave a deep groan. Summer sipped her wine and kept eating as if she wasn’t rubbing his erection between her toes.
“What a brilliant multi-tasker you are,” he said. “I find it hard enough to breathe and think.”
“I’d go with the breathing.”
She reached for the platter of fruit and picked up a cherry by its stalk. Keeping her gaze fixed on Jai, she tipped back her head, opened her mouth and slowly lowered the cherry inside, including the stalk.
“I understand from a reliable source that if you swallow a cherry stone, you’ll grow a tree in your stomach,” Jai said.
Summer picked the stone from between her lips and put it down, then licked the juice off her fingers.
“What happened to the stalk?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
She put her fingers back to her lips and pulled it from her mouth. She’d tied a knot in it.
“Oh fuck, that’s one clever tongue you have there.”
She let the knotted stalk slip from her fingers to the carpet and tsked in mock annoyance. Once she was on her hands and knees, she crawled under the table, slid her fingers around his ankles and heard him suck in a breath. All she did was stroke the soft skin with her thumbs but he let out a loud groan. Summer kissed up his legs, breathing through the material of his pants until she reached his knees. His legs were spread, the outline of his swollen cock inches from her face.
His fingers fumbled with his button then yanked his zipper down. He caught her wrist and pushed her hand inside his underpants. When she wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned again. Surprise at the heat of him ripped through her and dampened her panties. His fingers settled over hers where she held him and squeezed.
There was something so sexy about doing this under a table, out of sight, naughty and yet not naughty at all. He squeezed her hand again, wordlessly urging her to move and she let the silken skin of his cock slide under her fingers as she pulled her fist up then slid it down. She rested her cheek against his thigh as she slowly dragged her hand up and down his cock, his hand lying on top of hers.
“Summer. Summer.” He whispered her name over and over.
She let him dictate the pace. Faster and then firmer, pushing her hand down until it pressed hard into his balls, then up until the crest almost escaped from her grip, though it left behind a gift of silky pre-cum on her fingers. She let the moisture slide into her palm and then jerked him harder.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped and his thighs tensed against her breasts.
She licked the seam of his balls, then over his hand where it lay on hers and over the head of his cock. The tang of pre-cum made
her mouth water and her panties dampen further. He let her hand go and she moved it off his cock onto his thigh. His dick bobbed in front of her, the head brushing his shirt, and she unfastened the buttons and spread it open.
His stomach could have been sculpted, not overly muscular but perfectly toned. She exhaled on him, blowing air in a long breath from his balls to the tip of his cock, and a sound came from his throat that made her heart jump. He couldn’t keep still. He tried but his hips bucked, his cock wanting more.
His cock could wait.
Summer took his sac into her mouth and fluttered her tongue over and around it. She separated his balls, sucking on one and then the other. Above her head, he was panting. His fingers slid into her hair and tugged. She let him loose from her mouth and licked along the prominent veins to the head of his cock which was slick and smooth, then lapped him over and over with the flat of tongue.
“Oh god,” he mumbled. “Godgodgodgodgod.”
When she teased inside his little slit, he went as tense as if he’d been hit by lightning. His hands stilled in her hair and she swallowed him. She kept her hands off and only used her mouth. Tightening her lips, she caressed him softly, pulled hard, licked gently—she did everything she could think of and more until she’d found every sensitive place.
He gave a loud gasp, took his hands from her head and planted them on his thighs, his fingers clenching the material. She caught the delicate spot under his cock head that made his toes curl and he whimpered. “No more.”
Yes, more. Under her chin, she felt his balls tighten and draw up and knew he was close. She moved her lips faster and harder, loving the way he filled her mouth, the feel of him, taste of him. His cock swelled, grew hotter and as his body tensed, he came, spurting into her mouth, jet after jet of salty-sweet cum that she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.
She emerged from under the table, sat before he could see her legs were shaking and ate another cherry. “Sorry about that. I had an urge.”
“Anytime.”
“Really?”
He hesitated. “Well, no, not anytime.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Almost anytime.”
“I’ll surprise you.” She winked.
“You constantly surprise me.” He picked up his glass and smiled. “I don’t think I can live without you.”
Her heart lurched. “Are you talking to me or the wine?”
He gazed at her across the table. “What do you think?”
She picked up her glass. “Difficult decision. This is very nice wine. Not a hard edge in sight.”
“The bottle cost over a hundred Euros.”
“Oh my god. I wish I’d drunk it more slowly.” She got up and moved to sit on his knee and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m not planning to go anywhere but you can live without me. No more doing anything stupid with drugs. My dad said he thought you were high.”
He swallowed hard.
“Your pupils gave you away. Do you have to take anything regularly?”
“Pills to help with depression, pills to quell the symptoms of anxiety. I’ve never taken them regularly. I take them when I think I need them and take more than I should. Sometimes they work, especially if I drink as well.”
He buried his face in her chest. “I have a list of ways to kill myself. I have…”
“Have what?”
“I have a little bag in the trunk of my car with a stash of pills and a bottle of vodka. It’s my final resort. I’ve thought of all sorts of ways to die but I know I’d not use any of them. It helped to have one way I knew would work.”
She clutched him tighter, tears springing into her eyes. It physically hurt that Jai had been so unhappy.
“It wasn’t all bad,” he whispered. “Not like Saul and Marta had me living with them. They could go months and not call me. But the knowledge that they could use me whenever they wanted, however they wanted, that was always there, eating away at me. Plus the memory of Tania dying and the worry that Evan did have something to do with it.”
“You are never going to do what they want again,” she said. “Never. We’ll figure a way out. But you don’t belong to them. Not now. Not ever.”
He nodded.
She felt him relax against her. “I want you to slip into the bathroom, take your clothes off and count to a hundred while I prepare a little surprise. You can count to a hundred?”
He growled against her breast and she smiled.
Jai took off his clothes, laid them over the edge of the tub and retrieved a condom from his wallet. When he caught sight of his face in the mirror, he was smiling, and that made him smile harder. When he’d said he couldn’t live without her, he’d meant it. He loved her. When he listened to her, he believed there was a way out. He believed he never needed to take part in any more of Saul and Marta’s games.
“Fifty,” he shouted at the door.
“More like thirty,” she shouted back.
“I’m the one who’s counting.”
He’d speak to Evan first. He owed his brother that. Jai had no idea whether he could stop Saul from revealing anything but Summer was right, he couldn’t carry on like this.
“Ninety,” he shouted.
“Nearly ready.”
What the hell was she doing? “Twenty-three,” he called and heard her giggle.
The sound of her laughter was more effective than any drug.
“Coming. Ready or not.” He pushed open the door and a choked laugh burst out of his throat.
Summer lay on her back on the bed. Macaroons sat on her nipples, a cherry in her navel, grapes on her eyes, lines of strawberries down her thighs, a raspberry between her lips and a banana in each hand. He wondered what he couldn’t see and his cock stirred. He put the condom on the bedside table and leaned over her.
“Crazy girl,” he said.
“Mmm mm mmm mm.”
“Difficult decision here. Should I leave your mouth until the end and keep you quiet or start with that?”
“Mmmm.”
He leaned over and licked her lips, bypassing the raspberry on the first pass, but when he went to bite it on the second, she’d sucked it into her mouth and was chewing.
“Hey,” he protested.
“Much too slow.”
He licked the grapes off her eyes and she opened them and smiled at him. “Nice surprise?”
“I think there might be.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
He picked a macaroon off her breast with his teeth and pushed it into her mouth. He ate the other one.
“Oh that was so good,” she said and gave a long moan. “Nothing could be as good as that.”
“Probably not.”
They shared the fruit until he couldn’t see anything left to eat apart from the bananas, though he intended to lick those juice stains off her body.
“Anywhere I missed?” he asked. “Grapes in your ears? Are you lying on a bunch of figs? You do realize they’re going to wonder what we got up to in this bed?”
She stuffed one of the bananas between his lips. One bite in, he groaned because she was eating hers in the way she’d sucked him off, slipping the fruit in and out of her mouth, curling her tongue over the end. His cock was already fully hard again.
“I don’t really want this,” she mumbled. “I’m full.”
Jai tossed the remains of the bananas onto a plate, kissed her neck and throat and pinned her hands above her head.
“Do I taste good?” she asked.
“You always taste good.”
He didn’t know where to start. He’d eaten the visible fruit, but he wanted to eat her. His mouth roved over her face, nipping, licking, kissing everywhere but her lips, saving the best until last. He wanted to dive into her, lose himself in her, let her swallow him up and keep him safe. His tongue touched hers and he was lost. Mouths pressed together, their tongues tangled and she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down.
Kissing her was eno
ugh to give him an erection if he hadn’t already had one. The sweet taste of her drove him wild. Her lips were full and soft, her tongue—an enthusiastic little thing that could bring him to his knees. He felt like a teenager. He remembered the first long kiss he’d shared with a girl and how he hadn’t wanted to stop and that was what he felt like now. I want to kiss her forever.
When they broke apart to breathe, he trailed his tongue down her throat, feeling her swallow under his mouth. She wriggled beneath him as he teased her nipples then left a trail of wet kisses over her belly, until he knelt on the floor with his face buried between her legs. He fluttered his tongue over the swollen bud of her clit and tugging at the piercing.
“Oh god,” she gasped.
He licked her, tasted strawberry and sucked it out of her.
“Thank god you found that,” she said with a gasp. “Imagine having to explain in broken French that you’d lost a piece of fruit up there.”
He slid a finger inside and her warm folds clung to his knuckles as he pushed in and out. His cock throbbed in jealousy. She came so fast it took him by surprise, and he smiled as she groaned. As she settled again, he added another finger and fluttered his tongue hard over her clit.
“I can’t…can’t…”
She thrashed her head from side to side and he put a hand on her hip to hold her down. He curled his fingers and found the rough swelling behind her pubic bone.
“I need to…I need…oh fuuuuck,” she keened.
His heart hammered. He wanted to get this right. His tongue on her clit, his fingers deep inside rubbing her G-spot…
She came with a scream, her back arching off the bed.
When he crawled up to lie beside her, she lay panting with her eyes closed.
“What the hell was that?” she gasped. “What did you do? Note to self, buy more strawberries.”
He grinned and kissed her nose. Summer opened her eyes.
“That was incredible. I thought I wanted to wee. Bad moment. Then it just felt so fantastic, as if all of me was having an orgasm. Oh god.”
“G for G-spot.”
“Ah.” She smiled, rolled onto him and kissed him.
Jai wrapped his arms around her and tried to ignore his clamoring cock as she gave him a searing, openmouthed kiss. He slid his hands to her butt and squeezed.
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