Unbearable Passion - Book 2: French Kiss (Romantic Erotica For Women Series)

by Scarlett Avery

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  Part 2—Unbearable Passion

  French Kiss

  By: Scarlett Avery

  © Scarlett Avery 2014

  ISBN: 978-0-9938604-1-6

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  Part 4—Unbearable Passion, Total Abandonment

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  Part II: French Kiss

  Becoming an exclusive full-time escort isn’t what I thought I signed up for when Bryce hired me for that first night. I thought I’d have a wide range of diverse clients by now, but Bryce has made it impossible for me to be with another man. To be honest, I’m secretly happy Bryce has been hiring me for so many events in a row and I’m excited about going to Paris with him. My arrangement with Bryce is the naughtiest, steamiest and most pleasurable sex I’ve ever had in my life.

  Arrangement.

  Bryce keeps reminding me of this every chance he has. It’s also a word that repeatedly pops up all over the paperwork he presented to me before leaving his room last night, right after making me climax multiple times.

  Bastard.

  He isn’t playing nice. How can you expect a girl to object to anything when you keep giving her such unbridled pleasure?

  “Stop it, Bryce, I need to focus on the terms of this contract and decide if I’m going to sign it. I honestly don’t know why we need anything this elaborate. I’m only acting as your translator.”

  His tongue traces the ring around my nipple while his finger reaches inside me, searching for my wet spot. He’s making it very difficult for me to be insulted by the terms of this arrangement.

  “Ahhh,” I moan.

  “Hmmm, you taste like honey.”

  “Bryce, did you actually have a real lawyer write this out?”

  “I pay my legal team an insane amount of money and they’ll draw up any type of contract I ask for without even questioning why. It’s just business, Amanda, and I’m protecting the investment I’ve made in you.”

  “Investment?” His words nearly slap me across the face.

  “Don’t look so hurt or shocked. I do have a soft spot for you, but that’s not enough to make me lose all my business senses.”

  He kisses my neck with more urgency as he utters those words and his erection grazes my thigh at the same time as his heavy and warm breath brushes against my skin.

  “You’re gorgeous, sexy and you give in to all my sexual fantasies, which makes you a very dangerous woman, Amanda. I’m just a weak puppy around you so I’m just trying to protect myself.”

  We both laugh because there’s nothing remotely weak about Bryce. He is the most decisive, confident and self-assured man I’ve ever met. That strong sense of confidence is what makes it hard for me to contain myself around him and that’s why he’s able to get away with so much.

  “You know you make it hard for me to resist you, Amanda,” he says while holding my gaze.

  Something about the moment consumes me and makes me want him inside me again.

  “Baisez-moi, Monsieur Van Der Linden,” I murmur.

  “I guess my French isn’t so bad after all, because I know what you’re yearning for, Amanda, but I don’t think that as a subordinate you’re being respectful enough,” he says, as he pretends to distance himself from me.

  “Je vous en supplie, Monsieur Van Der Linden, baisez-moi et faites moi jouir. Mr. Van Der Linden, please make me come,” I say, relishing the feel of both languages on my tongue as I wrap my legs around his waist and lift my hips in the air ready for him to enter me.

  “You asking me to fuck you in French is very sexy.”

  “Avec plus d’intensité, Monsieur Van Der Linden. Harder, please, Sir.”

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  When Bryce s
aid airport, I assumed we would be flying out of JFK in first class. I never imagined he’d hire a private jet for the trip. To say I’m impressed would be an understatement. I can’t believe I’m sitting in a private jet heading toward Paris with one of the sexiest and most eligible men in America.

  The smell of leather is overpowering and makes the air inside the jet stifling.

  I guess it’s a small inconvenience for such luxury.

  The male flight attendant gives me a wink as he serves our drinks and only the quick snap of his fingers and neck grind reveals that he might not be straight. He approves of the tycoon’s looks and I smile back as he mouths, “You go, girl!” behind Bryce’s back. I try hard not to laugh aloud. It’s amazing that a man can have this effect on both men and women.

  Nine days with Bryce in Paris. I still cannot believe it.

  This is as surreal as it gets. I’m on a flight to one of the most beautiful cities in the world with one of the richest man in America.

  “To make it easier for the French, it’s best if I present you as my personal assistant during the trip,” he suggests in a serious tone. “This is France and having to explain how a woman would hold such an important position as Director of International Business in my company could become tiring. The reality is that women still don’t have equal footing in most large French companies. It’s still very much an old boys’ club at the top.”

  “I understand,” I answer.

  He hands me a stack of business cards.

  Amanda Hardy, Executive Assistant, amanda.hardy@linden- corp.com.

  I guess he got that last name from my profile on Todd’s site for private members. I still haven’t told Bryce my real name, but then again it’s only been four days since meeting this man. He might not know my real name, but he surely knows every inch of my body and he knows exactly how to please me.

  I was half joking about the contract Bryce handed me last night. I’m still shaking my head at all those legal clauses and I must admit I wonder what I got myself into. I’m also surprised Todd booked me for a trip to Paris without my consent. I guess he figures since Bryce is willing to double my fees for nine days, it would be idiotic to turn down his money given my financial situation. I didn’t even have time to text my friend Cassie about this latest adventure and since I brought my work phone with me, I can’t reach her because I don’t remember her number. I haven’t even told my sister I’m leaving the country.

  “I hope you’re okay with the title. I had my assistant set up an email just in case the French have further questions after our meetings. A member of my team will have everything fully set up before we land in Paris and you’ll officially look like you’re part of my team.”

  “It looks fine by me, Bryce,” I say, grabbing the new iPhone he hands me.

  “This is one of our corporate phones that will allow you access to certain information to make your job easier,” he says. “Todd told you I doubled your fees for the week, right? I figured since you’ll be doing double duty and you’ll be in intense translation discussions for six to eight hours a day, it’s only fair. After all, you’ll most likely be the one helping me out with the flow of the conversation when we go for dinner with these clients, and I want to make it worth your while.”

  “That’s very generous, Bryce. Thank you.”

  He smiles as he traces my face and asks, “If it’s very generous, why do you look so worried?”

  “I didn’t have time to call my sister and tell her I’m gone for the week and I don’t want her to worry,” I lie through my teeth.

  I can’t possibly tell him that for a minute I realized that I’m a paid escort accompanying an extremely rich client on a business trip to an incredible city and I have little say in the situation because I desperately need the money.

  “Amanda, the phone I just handed you is one of the latest ones from Apple and our team always adds all sorts of bells and whistles. I’m certain you can text or call your sister,” he mocks, as he gets closer and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

  The gentleness with which he kisses me reminds me of his words from last night—“I do have a soft spot for you”—and that softens my mood quickly.

  Bryce spends an hour and a half briefing me on all the clients we’ll meet while we’re in Paris. I’m a bit intimidated by the size of these corporations and the ages of their CEOs. It’s true that young wizards run most tech companies, but it never ceases to amaze me how brilliant they are, especially considering my recent business debacle.

  “A lot of these are very young guys who are geniuses at cracking Internet codes and programming, but inexperienced in business. In order to gain their trust we need to be able to speak their tech language and sell them on the merits of working with Linden Corp.”

  I listen intently and take copious notes to make sure I live up to his expectations. The detailed briefing only confirms what I already know—Bryce is sharp. It’s no wonder he runs a business that generates several billion dollars every year. He makes it a point to know his client down to their favorite bottle of wine. I have more to gain from this coming week than coming back to New York with money to pay off my creditors. This could turn out to be the best business lesson of my life.

  “I think you have everything you need. If you follow my cue during the meetings, we should be all right. Don’t forget, they may be young tycoons, but they’re men and you’re a charming woman. You don’t have to say much to have a guy wrapped around your little finger.”

  His words make me blush. He can be so soft and tender sometimes and other times he’s rough and edgy. That’s an attractive side to Bryce’s personality.

  “Did I make you blush?” he asks, amused by my red cheeks.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever considered I had this superhuman power of being able to wrap any guy around my finger.”

  “You do have that power. You just don’t know it, Amanda.”

  We end our meeting as lunch arrives. I’m used to traveling economy and I’ve never experienced the luxury of real plates and real cutlery while flying. The chef and a few sous-chefs personally serve the meal and it smells absolutely divine. The small crew waits with anticipation to see our reaction after the first bite.

  “You never disappoint, Raoul. The meal is excellent. Thank you for the attention. It’s important for me to make sure my guest is treated to the best.”

  The words are still hanging on his lips as the crew bows in gratitude before hurrying back to the kitchen area.

  “Do you like it?” Bryce asks as he points to my meal with his chin.

  “It’s amazing. I never knew you could eat so well on a plane.”

  “I always hire this luxury charter because they either hire a French chef or a chef who has worked for Air France. As patriotic as I am, I’m a big fan of French cuisine.”

  I relish every bite. The meal ends with more champagne and crème brulée—one of my favorite French desserts. Bryce gets up from across from me and comes to sit next to me. He loosens his tie as he sighs. I wonder if that’s the same tie he used to cover my eyes with last night before punishing me for having paid too much attention to Spencer Harrison.

  I wouldn’t mind being tied up again, to be honest.

  The champagne and altitude are hitting me hard and I feel quite light-headed. I rest next to Bryce in a state of bliss. He must have seen the expression on my face.

  “I bet I can make you feel even better than you do now.”

  “You can, can you?” I slowly turn my head to look at him.

  “You know I can, Amanda. I keep proving myself over and over. Do you need a reminder?” he asks boldly. He gets up and reaches out to help me up.

  “Where are we going?” I nearly fall back into my seat as I try to stand up. “Oops, I might have had a bit too much to drink.”

  “Clearly you have. We’re going to the bathroom.”

  “Together?”

  He doesn’t respond. He takes me straight into the bathroom and closes th
e door behind us.

  “Shhh. You have to be quiet.” He has a playful look in his eyes that lets me know he’s as amused as I am by us trying to hide in the bathroom of his private jet.

  “Okay. I’ll be quiet,” I giggle.

  “Are you wearing panties?”

  The fact that he whispers those words into my ear while gripping my hair and pulling it back makes me instantly wet.

  “No. You didn’t tell me which set to wear today and because I didn’t want to be in breach of contract, I went commando,” I whisper back.

  Since I knew at the minimum we’d be flying first-class, I selected a skirt for the trip, a huge departure from my usual casual jeans. My breasts are far too big to dangle without a bra so I selected a delicate white lace one to match my top.

  “You’re a quick learner.”

  “I’d hate to disappoint you.”

  “Bend over so I can remind you of what will happen if you don’t carefully follow the clauses of the contract.”

  Bryce yanks up my skirt and smiles.

  “You have a great ass,” he says as he admires my exposed butt. “Amanda, do you like it rough?”

  His eyes are piercing mine in the mirror and my heart beats harder and faster.

  “Yes.” My voice trembles because I can tell from the fire burning in his eyes that he is as hungry as I am.

  “I’m going to remind you of the kind of punishment you’ll receive if I catch you flirting with any of the French tech wonder boys while we’re in Paris. If it gets too hot, use the phrase kiss me softly and I’ll play nice. Do you understand?”

  I nod, unable to speak. He pauses to make sure I trust him enough. The first three smacks are light and my legs are already quivering. The fourth smack rattles me and he waits to catch my gaze before continuing. As Bryce spanks me harder and harder, my lips moisten with my own juices and I’m swollen down there. After a few more hard smacks, I can’t take it anymore.