Tempt Me: Tattoos and Temptation Book 5

by Mia Monroe

  “Oh man, I’m so glad you came back,” I say.

  “Are you okay now?” Felix asks.

  “Yes. I quit my job, and almost immediately, I felt better. My headaches vanished. I could sleep again at night. I don’t know what I will do for work yet, but I’m taking a bit of time off to regroup and practice a bit of self-care.”

  I nod. “Smart.”

  “Thank you, mon ami.” He exhales. “So, I understand that you two are very much in love, yes?”

  “Yes,” Felix says. “Are you staying with us tonight?”

  “Oh, I don’t want to put you out.”

  “You never are, man, you know that. Guest room is made up.”

  He nods. “Thank you. I will go see our parents in the morning. For now, I could use some rest. It was a long trip.”

  “I will get him settled,” Felix says.

  “Great. I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

  Thirty minutes later, with Lucien settled in the guest room and the kitchen cleaned, Felix and I cuddle on the couch.

  “I’m so happy,” Felix says.

  “I know. So am I. I thought he was just coming for a visit.”

  “I have everything I want now.”

  “Nah, there’s still more.”

  “What could I want? I have my brother, my parents, a wonderful job, great friends, my dream man. What else is there?”

  “A wedding. Pets. Maybe some babies.” I kiss his nose as he stares at me with wide eyes. “Someday.”

  “You want to have babies with me?”

  “I want everything with you, Felix. Everything. Whatever your heart desires. Your dreams are mine.”

  He shakes his head. “You are an amazing man. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, Felix. More than I can express with words.”

  He smiles. “I like words, but I like actions too, and you give me lots of those. I experience your love every day.”

  “Good. Want to go to bed and experience some more?”

  Felix giggles. “I do.”

  Epilogue

  Sweet Dreams are Made of This

  Apollo

  Two years later.

  * * *

  “Wake up, lover,” Felix’s sweet voice pulls me awake.

  I open my eyes to see his smiling face. “I prefer to be called husband now.”

  Felix laughs softly. “Bonjour, mon mari, monsieur Onassis-Marchand.”

  “Damn, that sounds hot.” I lift his left hand, gazing at the beautiful diamond on his ring finger. “We did it.”

  “Yes, we did. It was a beautiful day. Another fantasy checked off the list.”

  “Mm,” I murmur, pulling him close. “What fantasies do you have about Paris and me?”

  “I would love to be fucked at the top of the Eiffel, but I am certain that is illegal.”

  I laugh. “Probably.” I study his face, searching his pretty eyes. “Anything legal?”

  “So many things, amour. Sitting in a park eating croissants and drinking wine with you. Holding hands as we stroll the Champs-Élysées. Shopping for our friends and family. Kissing in all the romantic places.”

  “All of that sounds nice.”

  “But the biggest one is making love to my husband. After two years, I am sometimes still surprised to open my eyes and see you there. I am so grateful it is true.”

  “Very true. Do you want to eat first? Then we can take a bath and inaugurate this bed.”

  Felix laughs. “Perfect.”

  We order room service, a sampling of omelets, quiches, fresh fruit, croissants, and mimosas. It’s decadent, but perfect for the morning after our wedding. Both of us were too busy and excited to eat much yesterday. Personally, I was so tied up in this man, my basic needs went unnoticed. He was stunning. Even more than he usually is.

  After gorging ourselves, I make us a bath and the two of us soak for a while, limbs tangled together.

  “It’s funny,” Felix begins. “My fantasy of you never went this far. Even when I let my imagination run wild, it wouldn’t let me dream of marrying you. Falling in love, yes. Making love, oh yes. But to hear you say, ‘I do’ and promise eternity, no. You have made everything so much better, Apollo.” He twists his face up, so he can meet my eyes. “I love you so much it feels impossible. How does a heart have this much ability? How does it hold it all? Maybe that is why I feel like I am spilling over all the time. My heart was big, but you filled it to the brim.”

  I brush my thumb across his cheek. “Felix, my sweet, beautiful husband. I never had fantasies. I was uninspired in romance before I met you. I dated as a means to an end. I just assumed it was always going to be like that. I would see our friends so clearly in love and think, why can't I have that? Then one day, you reentered my world. Now, I don’t need fantasies. My real life is way better. You blow me away, Felix.”

  He smiles, flipping around so that his chest is pressed to mine. Without words, he moves up and down, kissing me on each up stroke, and taking this bath from sweet and romantic to fire in mere seconds. I grip his arms, pulling him up so I can taste his mouth, and we kiss and rub together until Felix moans. I follow him a few seconds later, the release of tension settling over me like a nice blanket.

  “Shall we go see Paris?” Felix asks after we’re quiet for a few minutes.

  “Yes. The city awaits.”

  Hours later, we’ve gone to a lot of places Felix wanted to show me. I knew Paris was a beautiful city, but I didn’t know it was this stunning. It’s almost magical. It’s a cool day, so I cuddle up behind my husband, wrapping my arms around him as we stand on the Eiffel tower, overlooking Paris. The air is misty, making it feel even more romantic.

  “On a clear day, you can see so much more,” Felix says.

  “I’m seeing everything I want to.”

  Felix gazes up to find me watching him. “Merci, amour.”

  “You’re welcome. It’s beautiful here, but I think it's even more so because I’m with you. It’s fun to see it through a deeper view than if I came as a tourist alone.”

  Felix nods, smiling. “I will tell you what it feels like for me.”

  “Please.”

  “It’s like seeing it all brand new again through your eyes. It’s seeing places I was before, alone and unhappy, revived with new life. It’s walking through streets, remembering how it felt to wish for you, but then looking next to me and there you are.”

  “Babe…”

  “I thought, maybe when I came back here, I would feel some kind of pull.” He shakes his head. “Some connection to a place that was home for me for nearly half my life. I don’t feel that. My home is here.” He pats my chest over my heart. “I live here. Paris will always be part of me, but my home is where you are.”

  “I’m glad you’re not sad that you don’t live here anymore.”

  “Far from it. I am happy, ecstatic actually, that I left. Because I found something I never would have found in Paris.”

  “Me?”

  “You.” He smiles. “But magnified by one million.”

  I pull him close, tilting his head up to kiss him. If someone had told me two years ago that I would be married, standing on top of the Eiffel tower on my honeymoon, in love and making out with Felix, I would’ve dropped them. I never would have believed it, but the minute Felix swooped back into my life, I was done for. I never stood a chance, and this is one temptation I happily caved on.

  “I have had enough of Paris,” Felix murmurs on my lips. “But not enough of you. I have plans for you, mon mari.”

  “Does it involve tearing me up?”

  “But of course.” His eyes light up as if being struck by sunshine, but the light is internal. “I want to see you on your knees, mon amour.”

  “Happily.” I exhale, sliding my hands in his coat pockets. “Do you know my favorite thing we do?”

  “I don’t think you’ve told me.”

  “I love when you put your prettiest panties on and ride my face. I love trying
to get a taste through the silk and lace, until you show mercy and feed me your dick, your hole, those pretty balls.”

  Felix grins. “I do love how your dirty-talk game has stepped up over the years.”

  “I have had an excellent teacher.” I kiss his nose. “Take me back to the hotel, my love, and feed me.”

  “You will be fed until the sun comes up.”

  “Perfect.”

  Just like my life with this man.

  Felix

  Back at the hotel, and after a quick shower, I leave Apollo resting on the bed while I pull on the surprise I brought along with me. I originally planned to wear it on our wedding night, but we were both so exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms while kissing. What a perfect day it was though. I finish my look with light makeup and high heels, smiling at my reflection. I have learned through loving Apollo that happiness is the true secret to beauty.

  I open the door and step out to see my husband. Husband. I wished a thousand Apollo-wishes, but never this one.

  “Holy shit,” Apollo whispers when he sees me. “Wow.”

  “You like it?”

  “Like it?” He shakes his head. “Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful. I am so lucky.”

  “Merci. I wanted something special to commemorate this moment in our lives. We are married, mon amour. Can you believe it?”

  “Yes. I can. I wanted this, maybe from the second time we hung out. I knew you were special, and I was in the company of someone magical. So, I put a ring on it.”

  I laugh, tousling my hair as I strut over to him. “You wanted to be fed?”

  “I sure the fuck did.”

  “Then take off your clothes and lie on your back for your husband.”

  “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

  Apollo strips out of his clothes in just a few seconds, and then I pounce, attacking his gorgeous mouth in a scorching kiss. I worried that over time, as he learned more and more about gay sex, that our passion would cool. It would become expected and routine, but instead, it seems to get hotter and hotter.

  Apollo has perfected the art of romance, surprising me at work, buying me little gifts, or rubbing my hands and feet after a long week of baking. For my part, I’ve gotten very good at sneaking into his office on lunch breaks and sucking the life out of him. The passion is alive and well with us.

  As we kiss, I roll us over so that I’m on top of him. I grind my hardening cock into his, rubbing myself through the sheer white material. Instead of the usual bra and panties set, I bought an entire nightie, perfect for a wedding night.

  “Are you ready for this dick?” I ask.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  I scoot up his body until my knees are on either side of his face. He gazes up at me, his eyes hooded, his hands stroking my stocking-covered thighs. I begin rocking back and forth, my heavy balls dragging across his chin.

  “You can ruin these, lover. In fact, I want you to.”

  A low moan leaves Apollo’s lips. “Move up higher.”

  I do, and now Apollo’s hot mouth is on everything. Through the fabric of my panties, he laps at my dick and balls, and then at the crevice of my ass. He pushes me back just a little.

  “Oooh, amour,” I murmur as I rock against his tongue. “You should see this view. I can see the Eiffel, the moon highlighting her beauty.”

  “You up for an adventure?”

  I nod, smiling. “Always with you.”

  “Sweet.”

  He throws me back but then gently scoops me into his arms. I wrap around him for support as he lifts me from the bed and carries me to the sliding glass door in our room.

  He opens it, pulling me onto our patio as he kisses me. It’s cold, so I press into the heat of his body.

  “Amour?”

  “You wanted to be fucked at the top of the Eiffel tower?” he murmurs against the skin of my neck. "How about just a view of it instead?”

  “On the patio?” I whisper in a scandalized tone.

  “No one can see us.”

  Glancing around, I survey the high stone walls on either side of us, the thick wrought iron in front of us. We’re several stories up, facing a courtyard, so it is unlikely anyone would be down there this late on a cold night.

  “Perfect,” I purr.

  “Yes, you are. Hands against the railing.”

  “Ooh bossy. I like it.”

  “I’ve learned a thing or two since knowing you.”

  “You certainly have.”

  Apollo’s hot lips dance on the back of my neck as he burrows his face in my hair. His hands skate across my nipples, pinching them through the lacy fabric. He moves down my body, peppering kisses along his path, until I feel his tongue dragging up my calf.

  “These heels are sexy, baby.”

  “I am glad you are pleased.”

  “Beyond words.” He stands again, gripping my chin and twisting it toward him for another bruising kiss. “You sure I can ruin these?”

  “Oh yes. I bought them with that intention.”

  “Mmm, beautiful.”

  His fingers dig into the delicate lace of the panties, literally tearing them from my body, earning a gasp from my lips. I feel his fingers tickling my entrance, pausing only to wet them before going back again. He fingers me as he kisses my neck and mouth, my arms up and behind me, buried in his hair.

  “Finger yourself for me, Felix.”

  I nod, feeling a shiver of desire through me. This is our new game, and it is delightful. Apollo moves back, watching me as I suck on my index and middle finger, then, bending slightly, I push them into my ass. I moan from the sensation of Apollo's hungry eyes on me while I get myself ready for his beautiful cock.

  “Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “You’re so hot.”

  I nod, pumping my fingers into my hole while Apollo kneels underneath me pressed against the railing, his hot breath teasing my dick.

  “You were right,” he says. “This piercing is hot.” He flicks his tongue over the barbell in the head of my dick. “It feels so good inside me.”

  “Now, amour, please, fuck me.”

  “My pleasure.” He squeezes the tip of my dick, producing the precum he wanted, then he’s on his feet, pulling my hand away, rubbing my hole with his slick fingers, and impaling me with his long, thick dick. He knows exactly how to light me up—minimal prep, just enough lube, and deep, blissfully invasive strokes.

  Apollo grips my throat, fucking into me with such force, I’m lightheaded. I grip the railing, lifting my leg onto it to open up to him even more.

  Apollo groans, “yesss” as he rearranges my insides with his thick cock. “In a million years…” he ekes out, his words broken by his thrusts. “I will never get tired of being inside of you.”

  “I hope not.”

  “I love you so much, Felix.”

  “I know, amour.”

  With one arm around my stomach, Apollo lifts me off the ground. Now nothing is supporting me but the railing and his strong arms. Apollo pounds into me, the slapping sound of our skin meeting filling the night air around us. I’m sure if any of the other guests are on their patios, our grunting, words of love, and skin smacking make it clear what we’re doing, but I don’t care. It’s amazing.

  Apollo hits the gland inside of me, making me suck in a sharp breath then release it in a low moan. Now that he’s found it, I know what’s next. Apollo slams into me again and again, smashing the gland until I fall over the edge, gloriously lost in a handsfree orgasm as my cock spurts and dribbles its contents on the ground in front of me. Apollo’s body tenses and he buries his face in my hair, jerking into my body and whispering my name over and over like a favorite song lyric.

  With amazing strength, he pulls us, still connected, back inside until we collapse on the bed. I protest with a moan when he leaves my body, fingering my dripping hole as I slump against his chest.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs.

  “Yeah.”

  We’re silent for several minutes as w
e come down from that high.

  “Bath?” Apollo suggests.

  “Oui.”

  He starts to get up, but I pull myself over to him, kissing his mouth slowly, reverently. “I love you, Apollo.”

  He smiles, dragging his fingers through my hair tickling his shoulder. “I know. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

  Gazing down at him, I trace my fingers over his full, luscious lips. “You have made every dream come true because you are the center of all of them. I cannot believe I am your husband. I am overflowing with happiness.”

  “I plan to keep you that way. You are perfect for me. Like I said yesterday in front of all our friends and family, I will do everything in my power to do whatever you want and need. You deserve my devotion, and you have it.” He lifts my hand and puts it over his heart. “This is yours. It has been since I first laid eyes on you again, two years ago.”

  I smile, blinking back happy tears. “We’re going to have so many amazing adventures.”

  “So many. We're just getting started.”

  “Bien. Tomorrow, I’m going to fuck you speechless. No outside world. Just you and me and the beautiful Eiffel tower a witness to our debauched lovemaking.”

  Apollo exhales. “Poetry to my ears.”

  As we rise off the bed, and Apollo plants a sweet kiss on my lips before heading to the bathroom to draw the bath, I glance at that tower I’ve seen a hundred times. I used to stand on it, surrounded by romantic Paris, and dream of the day I would have my own love story.

  “Come, my love,” Apollo calls. “The water is perfect.”

  With a smile, I bow my head slightly at the iconic monument. When the universe is ready and the stars align, dreams really do come true.

  And my life is sweeter than I ever imagined it could be.

  I hope you loved Felix and Apollo’s journey of discovery, acceptance, and dreams coming true. If you did, please leave a review on Amazon so other readers can find the book too.