His Paris Affair (The Albury Affairs)

by Christina OW

  “Ah…yeah…the ah…” She swallowed hard, dragging her eyes away to land on his bare feet. He had such nice toes—large but nice. Like the rest of him…large and so very, very nice, especially his hands. She trembled at the thought of having those hands on her again doing very wicked things.

  Melody, wake up! “After Ruiz’s speech the employees were more than willing to help out.”

  “Good,” he snapped, walking around her to the door. “Why so many boxes? Was nothing digitally filed?”

  She shook her head, moving into the room and stopping by the table where his drink and phone now sat. “No. Antonio doesn’t bother with paperwork.”

  She heard Ruiz mumble something unintelligible under his breath and knew it was a mix of oaths and curses all at Antonio…and probably at her.

  The phone vibrated, the screen lighting. The words ‘Do not answer’ caught her interest for a mere second before she noticed the screensaver. The back of her throat burned with the threat of tears. What she would give to go back to that time. Sunny days, sandy beaches, beautiful ocean and amazing cuisine all that added to fantastic company in the hottest man on the island. She’d spent all her time there with him, following him around like a little girl with a crush. And he, he fed into her crush teasing and flirting with her, stealing kisses and innocent touches, always holding her hand, picking off where he’d left it at Riana and Allan’s wedding. Her face was constantly red around him. She’d chastised herself for her naïve behavior but quickly looked for a reason to go to the Bahamas. It was like a bear to honey. Knowing very well she’d get stung if she went near the beehive but willing to risk it because the honey was delicious.

  And Ruiz had been exactly that, delicious when they made love, worth the risk because he gave her Esme and stinging bees because of his secret agenda that had torn them and her heart apart.

  His hand covered the screen as he turned his phone off then flipped it so that the screen faced the glass table top.

  “Let’s get started,” he announced gruffly.

  Melody nodded, sinking onto the floor by the table as he carried the five boxes to her and began pulling and tossing papers onto the table. She had to catch a few to keep them from sliding off. He tossed aside the first box now empty and went to empty the second in the same manner when she placed her hand on his arm. He froze and she gasped at the contact.

  “Why…ah…why don’t we start with these papers first?” she stuttered, her voice barely audible.

  The muscles under her hand clenched and if her hazy mind was working well, his panting was a clear warning she should move away but instead, she tightened her hold on his arm. Just this once, after the year she’d had, she needed this for herself just this once.

  “Ruiz…”

  “Why did you marry him?” he barked cutting her off and ending whatever spell she had been under. She released him and turned to the papers on the table, arranging them with shaky hands.

  “Could we not talk about that? We have work to get done.”

  “He’s not from Cuba, he’s Italian. Even Jon Luc noticed that!” he went on, his voice rising with each word.

  Melody kept her gaze on the papers on the table. “I really have to leave here after two hours so can we please get this done?” she practically begged.

  From her peripheral view, she saw him drop down to his knees next to her then he took her upper arms in his large hands and pulled her up to face him. His face was contoured in both anger and anguish and it was his imprisoning hands that kept her from raising her own and stroking his cheek in comfort.

  “The woman you overheard me speaking to was my mother. Yes, we had planned to get the resort from Reno by any means necessary, but that all changed when I met him and Riana, when I finally learned the truth. All you had to do was ask—an entire year wasted all because you never trusted me! All the things we could have achieved by now—”

  “Stop!” Melody yelled, lowering her head to meet her raised hands to cover her ears. She couldn’t hear about what they could have had and the ‘what ifs’. She’d tormented herself enough with them and she couldn’t handle them coming from Ruiz. Either way it was pointless because she was never leaving Antonio.

  He yanked her hands away from her ears and Melody raised her head meeting his gaze. “None of that matters anymore. It’s over and done with and now we have nothing, absolutely nothing between us so stop!”

  “That’s where you are wrong,” he growled his head swooping low to capture her lips in a searing kiss with his own.

  Melody felt a bust of emotion fill her at the contact, her body suddenly ravenous for one thing—Ruiz.

  * * * *

  Ruiz had no idea what he was doing but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. He’d watched her lips move and they teased him like a fat kid in a candy store. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer so he responded to his baser instincts and kissed her. It felt like coming home, a drop of cool refreshing water on the tongue of a man lost in the desert for weeks. He drank from her deeply not sure he’d ever be able to willingly stop. God he’d missed her so much.

  He felt her hands tag at his shirt at his shoulders. He hadn’t even realized she’d completely unbuttoned it. His belt was also done away with, his trousers hanging open at his hips. He released his hold on her and helped her rid him of the shirt. Then he began pulling her dress off in rushed jerky moves proof of his impatience to get to her naked flesh. He wanted to feel her against him again, skin to skin. He pushed his jeans down and kicked them off just as she pushed him back to sit on his knees. She raised herself, ready to mount him, her impatience vibrating off her shaking form when he held her still.

  “Do I need to wear a condom?”

  As if finally realizing what they were about to do, she froze staring into his eyes. He could still see the lust in them as they glittered like honey gold, but he wondered what she was thinking. Was she finally thinking of the husband she was about to cheat on? Was her conscious finally audible in all that haze of lust?

  Then finally she shook her head. “No, you don’t.”

  Ruiz smiled; if she only knew she’d answered his question in more ways than one.

  “Ruiz,” she began hesitantly, “it’s been a while...”

  If he wasn’t so hard up, he’d dance a jig! That served as the confirmation he so desperately needed but also provoked more questions.

  He nodded. “We’ll go slow, gentle. I want to savor this.”

  She smiled at him, a real full-blown Melody Sinclair smile that always turned his insides to mush. He raised her above his straining erection. He almost lost it when he saw her drip over the bead of cum at the tip of his shaft. She swallowed him up with a sigh, her body shaking from the intrusion while Ruiz shook from his own first stroke of pleasure. The hot and tight walls around him were like a punch in the chest. After a year of celibacy, no one would blame him if he came right at that moment, but he fought it. He wanted to stay inside her for as long as he could, taking pleasure from her body. His hands moved up and down her back, to her rounded hips. He wanted to touch her, to completely consume her. He wanted to lay her on the ground and fuck her like a maniac, but he liked it better with her above him, looking up at her, his face nestled between her large breasts. They were larger than he remembered but he wasn’t complaining.

  She began to ride him, slow and hesitantly at first until he began to guide her with his hands on her hips and she found a sure rhythm. She bounced on his shaft faster as he raised and plunged her needing more, craving more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she moaned and cried out landing harder on to him. He was sure if he didn’t work out he’d have no muscle to cushion his thigh bones and they would have broken in half by now at how forceful she rode him. He panted over her nipples, lightly licking them and rubbing his face against, under and between them, doing everything he knew that drove her crazy except suckle the tight buds. He wanted to tease her, torment her into riding him harder.

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bsp; He kneaded her thighs open as he parted his own so that she could sink fully onto him, taking him completely inside her. Her body shook again as if she was attached to a high voltage, her hands tightening into fists in his hair as she rode him harder, chasing after the ultimate high that was her orgasm. Sitting lower against him, her tight nipples brushed against his chest as her breasts bounced and he knew the sensation was what made her movements jerky and heavy. She was close, he could feel it. Normally, this was where he would take over, but he didn’t. He held onto her hips, helping her rid him as he watched the beads of sweat roll down her creased face, dropping to her chest and roll between the valley of her breasts. Her lips parted in desperate cries as her body began to shake. Then finally she went rigid, her back bending backwards, her head thrown back as her lips parted in a loud scream that vibrated in his chest. He loved watching her reach her peek, knowing the moment his body had brought her as much pleasure as her own did him. He loved watching the serenity settle on her face as she came down from her high, and yet knowing it wouldn’t be there for much longer.

  “My turn,” he whispered gruffly, lowering her to the ground. He placed her feet on his shoulders and settled her ass on his thighs, his hands on her hips, turning them in a position that was bound to keep them in a white haze of pleasure for as long as he could hold it.

  He rocked into her, slow at first waking up her body. When her head began to toss from side to side, a soft moan leaving her slightly parted lips, her eyes struggling to open and he knew it was time to up the ante. He pressed his thumb on her swollen clit making her scream, her eyes popping open. She struggled to push herself up onto her elbows, her eyes riveted on where he disappeared inside her.

  “Watch me Mel, watch as I go in and out of you. Watch as I come home.”

  She wrapped her hand around his wrist, holding herself up, her eyes never leaving his glittering shaft, wet with her cum.

  “This belongs to me Melody, only me. No other dick should call this home. This is mine all mine.”

  She nodded, her hair falling over her face. “Ruiz!”

  He placed one leg under his armpit and leaned forward, forcing her to her back as he bent her body, keeping one leg over his shoulder. She screamed as he sank deeper into her, pistoning into her with long and sure strokes. Her body began to tremble again, her head tossing from side to side as she whimpered. She was close, and so was he. He rubbed his thumb harder and faster against her clit until she finally came apart, bucking off the floor. It was addictive, the feel of her body spasm around his shaft as she came. It made him pound into her harder, faster as his thumb delivered its own dose of torment to her. She fought him now as she came, her orgasm too intense. He could feel it by how much tighter she got around him, but it felt so good, too good to stop. Harder faster his strokes grew until she finally went limp under him, completely drained and then finally, he joined her in heaven, coming with her name on his lips.

  * * * *

  Melody wasn’t sure how long they lay there, with him wet and heaving for breathe above her. It felt good to have him on top of her after such a long time, but her need for air made her push at him. With a grunt, he pulled out of her, falling to his back and taking her with him. He tucked her into his side, her head on his chest. She listened, watched and felt as he finally got his breath, his heart back to beating at a normal beat. She didn’t say a word, hoping he wouldn’t either and ruin the moment. She just wanted to hold him, have him hold her—forever.

  He caressed her hair, his hands running up and down her naked back. “I never thought this would ever happen again,” he whispered wistfully.

  “What’s that?” she whispered back drawing on his broad chest with her pinky.

  “Us, lying naked on this floor, in this suite... I never thought we would have this again after…”

  He didn’t finish, but he didn’t have to. She already knew what he was going to say.

  “Tell me…about your plan to take the resort from Reno.”

  He sighed deeply, his chest moving her head up then slowly down. She could tell that wasn’t what he wanted to discuss after the best sex they’d had together yet—at least to her it surpassed all their other encounters but she was sure a year without each other was what fueled it—but she really needed to know what had made her blindly throw their future away.

  “Please, tell me.”

  He sat them both up and then reached for his shirt and passed it to her before he grabbed his jeans. As she slid her arms into his soft black dress shirt, she watched as he stood, pushing one leg after the other into the blue jeans. He straightened and pulled them up over his hips, then with a wink at her that made her blush ten shades of red, he pushed his half erect shaft in and zipped them up. He lowered himself back on the floor facing her, that come heather look still on his face. With a shake of her head and a laugh, Melody looked away and kept buttoning up the shirt.

  “I’d hate to ruin such a good mood with that discussion.”

  She turned to face him and his reluctance was clear on his face. He really didn’t want to talk about it and she really needed to know.

  “I’m sorry—”

  “But you still want to know,” he finished. She nodded and he sighed again running his palm up his face and over his head, pushing his hair back. A wasted effort as it bounced right back over his face.

  “Drink?”

  She shook her head no.

  He stood and sauntered to the bar and as much as she tried, she couldn’t keep her eyes away from his tight ass. Once upon a time, she had an ass like that, but the cost was well worth the gain.

  “Not even a glass of wine?”

  Several glasses of wine were what led to her marrying Antonio, so no. And anyway, she was breast feeding and the last thing she wanted was a drunk baby. “No, I’m not much of a drinker anymore.”

  He turned around and stared at her with one raised eyebrow. She stared back, communicating how serious she was about not drinking. He sighed heavily and sauntered back to her, empty handed.

  “It looks like we are doing this sober then.”

  He reached his hand out to her and she took it. He then pulled her up to her feet and led her to the coach. He half lay, half sat with his back on the armrest one foot on the ground while his other leg was knee bent on the couch. He then pulled her to recline against his chest, her legs stretched out on the couch, her hip snug against his crotch. It was hard thinking about anything else with his hard shaft pressed against her.

  “You already know about our plans—my mother and I—but you don’t know why. Clarissa, my mom, was a model from Argentina. She met my father at the resort on one of her photo shoots. Back then it looked nothing like it does now. I saw the pictures and it made me wonder why my mom went back there on vacation. Anyway, they were married and seven months later I was born.”

  Melody rubbed his chest in comfort. “They married because of you?”

  He laughed but there was no mirth in it. “That’s the funny part. She got pregnant to trap him into marriage which played well for his plans.”

  Melody sat up and looked down at him. His rage radiated off him in waves, his eyes hard and livid, his lips pressed in a hard line. She was even scared to ask but she did. “Which was?”

  “Get all her money,” he spat out with a sneer.

  She swallowed her apprehension. That was exactly what she’d been afraid of her entire life, loving someone who only loved her family money. It was exactly what she had accused him of. She never would have if she’d seen his face as he spat those words. It explained why he was so hurt, so offended when she’d charged him as a fortune hunter.

  “He did by the way. Then he renovated and re-launched Albury’s Place into a five star resort for the rich and famous. Then once he accomplished what he wanted, he asked my mother to leave.”

  Taken aback she said, “You can’t be serious.”

  He nodded and mumbled ‘I should have had that drink’ under his breath before h
e audibly said, “You see, he wanted the love of his life back, to share in his success not my mother. She was just a means to an end.”

  She nodded, finally understanding the whole Albury sibling dynamic. She hadn’t wanted to seem nosey asking how he was older than Riana by two years and younger than Reno by the same. Riana herself didn’t know how that happened!

  “Cora was pregnant again and he wanted his new child to be born in the same luxury I was, that Reno wasn’t.”

  “Did their mom—Cora—know about this?”

  He shrugged. “My mom says she did, that they planned the whole thing together but I’m not so sure. There is no straight story yet about Reno Sr. and Cora’s relationship—Riana and Reno’s stories aren’t quite the same but Reno probably knows better, though he was just four then. But do you see a woman who runs from the love of her life to protect her children to be the same one who plots against the mother of her children’s brother?”

  Melody shook her head. The woman who’d raised Reno and Riana couldn’t possibly be that heartless and devious, but people always surprised her. Jeb, Loraine’s bodyguard since childhood, no one pegged him as Loraine’s psycho stalker.

  “Did she know you existed?”

  Ruiz nodded. “She wrote to my mom, wanted us kids to get to know each other without the contempt and ills that, the threesome carried, but my mom wanted nothing to do with her or her children. I stumbled on the letter Cora wrote to my mom after our dad died.” He shook his head. “It was balled up and tossed in the trash like it meant nothing. She’d poured her heart and soul into it and all my mom was fixated on was how I was screwed out of an inheritance.”

  “Then you planned to take it away from Reno.”

  He stared into her eyes in earnest. “You need to understand…I grew up angry. I was nothing but a nuisance to my mother’s boyfriends and husbands’ who wanted a trophy wife who was once Argentina’s revered model. And I was my mother’s burden, a hitch in her otherwise perfect life and it was all my father’s fault. A man I never knew nor met because he didn’t want me. That hurt only grew when I found out he didn’t want me because he had another family, another wife he loved more, and another son he wanted more. I just fitted well in his plans that one time then I was no longer useful to him.”