“Kiss me softly,” I whisper.
He holds my gaze in the mirror for what seems like an eternity before he lowers his lips and gently kisses the back of my neck. I’m breathing heavily as cold sweat trails down my back. My legs continue to tremble uncontrollably, but I’m so aroused right now that nothing else matters. He’s still holding my gaze as he unzips my skirt and slides it down my legs before removing my blouse and unhooking my lace bra. I’m completely nude on a private jet twenty-one thousand feet in the air and Bryce is still fully dressed. He removes his jacket and shirt in one suave motion, unzips his pants and releases a fully erect cock.
God, he’s sizzling hot.
“Why don’t I do that?”
I grab the condom from his hand, rip open the packet and cover the condom with my tongue.
“You’re going to put it on with your mouth?” His fever-bright eyes widen and I can see that I’ve caught him off guard.
I nod as I hold his gaze while sliding my body down his until I reach his erect penis.
“Ahhhh, Amanda, that’s very naughty.”
“Hmmmm,” I moan.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
I caress his ass with one hand and gently stroke the wet tip of his hard cock with the other. He’s totally turned on and I know it. He wraps my hair in his fist and pulls my hair back as if to confirm what I already know. I look up and our eyes meet. The desire in his eyes is indescribable and it’s such a powerful aphrodisiac. I open my mouth and swallow him whole. When I push back my head, he looks down at his wrapped penis in awe.
“I cannot believe you put that on with your mouth. You didn’t even use your hands.”
“I didn’t have to,” I reply proudly.
“You haven’t told me where you learned how to do that.”
“If I tell you all my little secrets, there won’t be any point in taking me around the world with you on future business trips. A girl should maintain some mystery.”
We both laugh.
“Turn around.”
I obey and Bryce yanks me on top of the counter.
“Spread them wide.”
I fold my legs and place my heels on top of the counter, completely exposing myself. I think he’s going to force himself inside me, but instead he drops to his knees and pokes a finger inside my wetness while licking my hard clit. He alternates between light strokes with his tongue and using his full lips. The sensation is so incredible and so strong. He picks up speed as he presses my bud more firmly with his lips.
“Ahhh, Bryce. Don’t stop,” I pant, as I nearly climax.
He stops abruptly, gets back on his feet and pushes his erection inside me. I hold on tight to his neck as he leans on top of me to enter me deeper. He ravishes me with force and lets out a muffled grunt with each swing of his hips.
“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” I pant louder.
“Baby, keep it down. They’re going to hear us,” he whispers in my ear. He places his strong hand over my mouth to muffle my screams of passion.
His hips swing at the right pace with the right intensity and it doesn’t take long for me to climax. To prevent a loud scream, I bite his hand and that triggers him to come as he pulls my hair to reach for my lips and kisses me hard.
This is so insanely intense. I’m sure the captain and the entire crew felt the plane shake from our naughty interlude.
Chapter 2
The flight lands in Paris at twelve-thirty am local time and I’m exhausted. I cannot wait for us to get to our hotel so I can crawl into bed.
“Let’s hope immigration isn’t too painful. You must be so tired,” Bryce says as he guides me by the hand.
Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport is always a crazy adventure because there are so many tourists who come in and out of Paris on any given day. Making it through customs usually takes an hour, but apparently private charters have their own assigned customs agents and it’s a matter of answering a few questions and we’re on our way with no wait time.
Money makes things much easier.
“Bryce. Wait. We didn’t grab our bags.” I pull at his arm as he’s headed decisively to the exit.
“We don’t have to do that, Amanda. The bags are most likely already inside the trunk of the limo.” He smiles when he sees my reaction.
I love Paris at night. I lie—I love Paris any time of the day and I’ve waited too long to come back. The night is still warm and I soak in the Parisian air before entering the limo.
“Bonsoir, Madame. Monsieur,” greets the French chauffeur. “I believe Monsieur is staying at the Mandarin Oriental, as usual.”
“Yes, Pierre. That’s correct.”
“Is Madame comfortable? I can adjust the temperature if she desires.” Pierre speaks English with a thick French accent that reminds me how much I’ve missed this city.
“Pierre, la temperature me convient très bien.”
“Ah, Madame parle un français impeccable. Vous êtes américaine ou française?”
“Oui, je suis américaine, mais j’ai vécu pendant cinq ans à Paris lorsque j’étais adolescente. Mon père travaillait pour une société américaine dont le siège social était à Paris.”
Bryce looks at me in amazement, as if he only now believes that I can really speak French.
“Monsieur Van Der Linden, Madame speaks a perfect French and it seems she learned this while living here in Paris with her family when she was younger.”
“Pierre, yes, it seems Madame does speak an impeccable French.”
He’s addressing Pierre, but his eyes are locked into mine and he simply smiles without saying much more. Pierre breaks the heavy silence between us.
“Monsieur had an excellent trip, I hope?”
“Yes, Pierre. It was perfect.”
“Madame, I hope to visit America one day. I want to go to New York City like every French person. You live far from New York City?”
“I’m a native New Yorker, Pierre, so you’ll have to give me a buzz when you’re ready to come.”
“Buzz? What is a buzz, Madame?” Pierre asks that question with the same inquisitive mind of most French people, who went to school to learn a textbook English.
“I mean, let me know when you come to New York City and I’ll be your guide.”
He smiles with excitement before focusing on the road ahead. The rest of the ride to the hotel is silent. Bryce seems preoccupied by something on his phone and I’m too afraid to disturb him with idle talk.
Hmmm, let me figure what this Mandarin Oriental looks like.
I pull out the new company phone and search for ‘Mandarin Oriental.’ I land on a site that divulges a lot about my luxurious residence for the next week. The Mandarin Oriental is located on Rue Saint-Honoré, which is one of the best areas of Paris, and the most exclusive shops surround it. I know Paris like the back of my hand because I combed the streets with Ciara a million times when we were teenagers, and when we came back as adults, we always rented an apartment and spent most of our days combing the streets and discovering new spots. I nearly choke as I scroll down the page and see the staggering price tag of one thousand, four hundred and three dollars per night.
“You saw the price tag for the room?” Bryce is either psychic or my reaction speaks volumes.
“Oh. Well. Yes, I just did and I cannot believe it’s so affordable.” I pretend I’m not totally scandalized.
“Imagine, I have two adjacent rooms for us. You’ll have to double that figure to get the full effect of how much this week is costing me.” He’s mocking me and we both know it, but the reality is that this is a whole new level for me.
I’m dumbfounded at the idea that Bryce would pay nearly three thousand dollars per night for both of us. The tally for the week is way too staggering to even consider. In an attempt to calm me, he grabs my hand, lifts it to his lips and kisses it tenderly.
“What you see has nothing to do with luck, Amanda. I’ve worked very hard all my life and nothing has ever been handed t
o me. I’m a very successful man and this is one of the perks of being successful. I’m happy that you’ll be able to experience one of the most incredible locations in Paris.”
He kisses my hand again and I nearly melt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so lucky in my life. It’s true I never thought I’d have to become an escort to experience this level of opulence, but it’s quite irresistible.
We arrive at the hotel at one-thirty am, but I’m certainly not too exhausted to take in the beauty of this prestigious hotel. When we walk in, I nearly gasp at the décor. Ciara would die if she saw the lighting fixtures in this hotel.
I have to come back with Ciara, even if we’re only able to afford dessert and a cup of tea at the restaurant.
“Amanda, if you wish I can see if we can make arrangements to have you sleep in the lobby.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, with your influence, you might be able to make that happen,” I reply jokingly. “Have you seen how majestic this is?” I find it hard to contain my excitement in front of such creative genius.
“I’m making fun of you because you’re like a kid in a candy shop. Of course I’ve seen how beautiful this is. That’s why I only stay at this hotel now. I’ll admit that although I’ve traveled around the world, nothing quite compares to this.”
“I’ll have to come back with my sister.”
“You keep talking about this infamous sister of yours. I wonder if she’s nearly as beautiful as you.”
“My sister is the stunning one. She’s one of New York’s top lighting designers. She’s smart, gorgeous, thin, speaks five languages and towers over me at five nine. She has big curly hair that makes it impossible to miss her when she walks into a room. When she wears heels, she’s like a skyscraper. Oh, I forgot. Since she’s been boxing for years now, she could probably knock you out with her left hook.”
“Very tempting,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
I immediately regret revealing so much about Ciara because I really don’t know all there is to know about Bryce and my sister’s legendary looks have always been a challenge for me. When men meet us, they fall head over heels for her and forget all about me. I’ve gotten used to this over the years and I’m not jealous or anything like that. It’s just the way it’s always been between us, but it would crush me if Bryce also falls prey to Ciara’s charms.
“You say she speaks five languages and you only speak four?” he says, as he lifts his eyebrows to form a question.
“Yes, she’s been getting a lot of business in the past few years from German companies.” I can feel where this conversation is going and I don’t like it one bit.
“Of course. That would make sense that your sister would learn at least a few words of German to interact with her clients.”
I search his eyes to see if he might turn out to be like so many of the other guys who were instantly smitten by Ciara, but I can’t see anything. I cannot read that spark I usually see in other men.
“Let’s go to our room. I’m tired.” Bryce has already moved on and to my relief, he doesn’t seem to want to know more about Ciara.
Once we climb into the elevator, Bryce concludes the topic of my sister.
“The way you describe her, your sister sounds like quite the catch. I’m sure she turns heads when she walks into a room, but I also think you’re underestimating yourself, Amanda.”
I curl my lips up, trying to smile.
“We have adjacent rooms and different keys. Our bags will be up soon. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call the front desk. The service here is impeccable. I’d suggest setting your alarm or getting a wakeup call for six-thirty. I’d like to meet for breakfast no later than quarter past seven to go over our day. Have a good night, Amanda.”
Before I can respond, he’s turned on his heel in direction of his room. I stand in the hallway for a few seconds, still staring at his closed door. Something about the tone of his parting words makes me feel more and more like an escort for hire. It’s a strange feeling considering that’s what I signed up for.
This is business. He’s not your boyfriend.
I open my room and the swankiest hotel room I’ve ever seen in my life greets me. I spend ten minutes walking around my room, jaw-dropped at what money can buy. When I travel, I usually select budget-friendly hotels and that means I’m never exposed to this kind of luxury. I peek outside, trying to catch a glimpse of the view I’ll discover in the morning, but since it’s so dark, I can only make out the silhouette of the buildings surrounding the hotel.
In a few hours, I’ll be able to take in all of Paris.
I hear a knock at the door. A handsome young Frenchman drops off my luggage in my room and, before I can tip him, he runs back outside and comes back with a large box adorned with a huge purple bow.
“C’est de la part de l’hôtel?” I ask the bellhop if the hotel is offering me a welcome gift.
“Ah, Madame parle un français impeccable. Monsieur Van Der Linden m’a demandé de vous remettre cette boîte une fois que j’ai déposé vos bagages dans votre chambre.” Bryce asked him to give me this box once I was in possession of my luggage.
When did he find time to orchestrate this?
I grab my handbag, ready to tip the adorable Frenchman, when he waves a finger. “Madame, ce n’est pas nécessaire. Monsieur Van Der Linden a tout prévu. Passez une bonne nuit, Madame, et bon séjour au Mandarin Oriental.”
Bryce has already tipped the bellhop and I’m sure Monsieur Van Der Linden has made it worth his while. I thank the Frenchman, lock the door behind him and lean against the closed door admiring this huge white box.
I know this escort thing is just a job to help me get out of my financial nightmare, but I couldn’t have asked for a better first client. No matter what’s in that box, Bryce has spent more time thinking of ways to bring me pleasure than any other men I’ve known so far. After a few minutes, I can’t stand the suspense any longer and undo the big bow and lift the lid of the box.
This is beyond magnificent.
The label reads Carine Gilson Lingerie Couture Paris. Bryce bought me the sexiest orange nightgown with pink lace I’ve ever seen and I also find an assortment of superb Carine Gilson lingerie, each piece more beautiful than the last. Bryce has selected lace bras, sheer panties and garter belts in a variety of seductive colors. I pull out a few pieces to admire them and I can’t help but notice that Bryce bought far more sets than the number of days we’ll stay in Paris.
I wonder what he has in store for me for this week.
I’m just about to walk to the mirror when I notice a light green bag interlaced with the lingerie that reads Ladurée Paris. I realize when I open the little box that Bryce has included my favorite Parisian treats—macarons from Ladurée.
I’m excited and nervous at the thought that Bryce is calling all the shots and I have no choice but to succumb to his will. As I admire my brand-new nightgown in the mirror with a macaron hanging from my mouth, the adjacent door to Bryce’s room slides open. I noticed the door earlier, but I hesitated in being so bold as to make the first move. He peeks his head in and pretends to look for me in the room.
“Can I come in? Are you decent?” He comes in without waiting for an answer.
“I’m decent for now,” I reply in a sultry voice, which brings a smile to Bryce’s perfect lips. “I thought you had gone to bed?” I say before sticking the macaron back to my lips. I’m surprised to see him standing in my room considering his quick goodnight.
“I needed to go to my room to take a shower and get a few things sorted. I didn’t fly you all the way to Paris to spend the night alone in my bed. That would be foolish of me.” He walks towards me, leans down and bites off the hanging macaron from my mouth. “I see you got the little box.”
“Little? You call this massive box little?”
“They are only a few things that will make me really happy all week.”
“Right. I bet they will.”
“Let’s
go to bed, Amanda,” he suggests in a deep voice. “We need to rest and be up in four hours.”
By the time I take my shower and reappear, Bryce is already peacefully sleeping. He looks disarmingly handsome when he sleeps. It’s most likely the only time when he’s not fully in control. I gently move the covers, slide into bed and tuck my body into his and spend my first full night sleeping next to Bryce Van Der Linden.
“You weren’t thinking of falling asleep without a goodnight’s kiss, were you?”
“Oh, I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was, but your warm body woke me up. Now come here and kiss me.”
* * *
I wake up before my alarm. It is only five forty-five am.
Oh, no. Is it that early?
I’m really tempted to stay close to Bryce’s warm body, but I peel my body from the sheets to get ready for this long week in Paris. Since this is our first meeting of many, I want to look the part.
I’m enjoying a warm shower when I hear his voice.
“Can I join you?” In usual Bryce fashion, this isn’t a question. He jumps into the shower and immediately pulls me close to him.
This is the first time I’ve stood next to Bryce without my heels and I feel tiny next to him. He grabs my breasts and squeezes both while he closes his eyes.
“Waking up with these in my hands is a gift.” He tilts his head and moans. At the same time, his growing erection peers between us, begging for relief. Bryce’s intense blue eyes look down at me as I close my mouth around his hard penis.
“Well, good morning to you too,” he says, as he grabs my wet hair for better control. He moans and grunts each time the head of his penis touches the back of my throat with each hand motion. He’s taking so much pleasure that he has to angle his body backwards to allow me to take him deeper into my mouth.
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