True North: A Flirt Club Duet

by Rebecca Gallo

  “I really like this,” I say, leaning forward to brush my lips against his.

  “Think about how it’ll feel between your legs,” he murmurs suggestively as he waggles his eyebrows.

  A giggle escapes my lips because Ben has turned me into a lovestruck teenager. “Thank you so much for bringing me here. It must have cost a fortune though.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that,” he says firmly. His hand is firm against the small of my back as he leads me inside the hotel and over to the front desk. While he checks us in, I turn in slow circles, gawping at the elegance surrounding me. Mirrors and marble - oh my!

  “Ready?” Ben asks turning back to me.

  “This is too much,” I tell him as we make our way to the hotel elevators. “I was expecting like a Hilton or something.”

  His lips tip up into a lopsided, but satisfied, smile. “Nothing is ever too much for you,” he says, his voice a seductive purr.

  When we enter the elevator, Ben presses the button for the fifth, and top, floor and then turns his heated gaze on me. He stalks his way forward, pinning me against the lush interior of the car. He dips his head and brushes his lips against mine, softly.

  “I love you,” he whispers before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his body. His lips crash down on mine again in a searing kiss that weakens my knees and sends my heart racing. He’s hard against me as I pull him closer, needing more him, more of our connection.

  And then the elevator comes to a stop with a polite ding as the doors to the car slide open.

  “Saved by the bell,” Ben growls as he leads me from the elevator to our room.

  Correction. He leads us to our suite.

  I’m standing at the threshold of our room, my jaw open, when I’m lifted off my feet. My arms wrap around Ben’s neck as he scoops me into his arms. He carries me into the room straight to the balcony with its doors wide open, revealing the most breathtaking view I’ve ever seen.

  “Oh Ben,” I breath out. Lush green treetops below us and straight ahead, the Eiffel Tower. My hands grasp the black iron railing as I stare with wonder at the massive structure. How did I end up here?

  Warm hands slide around my waist and a soft kiss is placed on my neck. Ben. He’s the reason. He’s made so many of my dreams come true and given me new ones.

  “Have you seen enough?” He asks.

  I hum because I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this view. But for the next few days, I’ll have it all to myself.

  “Sure,” I say at last.

  Ben slips his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and brushes against my soaked panties. “Good because this is all you’re going to see of Paris for at least the next twenty-four hours.”

  2

  Ben

  I grab Milly’s hand and lead her back into our suite. The room is a bit extravagant, even for my taste, but we’re celebrating the renewal of her visitor’s visa. Plus, the view of the Eiffel Tower from is absolutely insane.

  There’s chocolate covered strawberries set out and the finest champagne chilling but it all can wait. What can’t wait is my need for Milly. Paris isn’t just the City of Lights, it’s the city of romance.

  “Take off your clothes, sweetheart,” I command as I tug my t-shirt over my head.

  “Well, that’s not very romantic,” she teases as she reaches for one of the strawberries.

  “Don’t sass me, Milly,” I scold her while she takes a defiant bite of the strawberry. As she smirks, juice runs down her chin. I take a step forward and lick it away. “Delicious. Now take off your fucking clothes.”

  She rolls her eyes but there’s a devilish grin on her lips as she pulls her shirt over her head and then starts to unfasten her jeans. Milly is stunning in and out of clothes. Her curves were made for my hands and her mass of brown hair is the perfect fistful. But it’s the sweet smile and big blue eyes that gut me everytime I look at her.

  Enthralled, I watch as piece by piece all of Milly is revealed. And she’s been hiding things from me.

  “Wait,” I say, holding up a hand once she’s kicked off her jeans. “What have we got here?”

  Slowly, I circle her like a hawk. The racy black bra and panty set are new and I like them very, very much. It’s just a shame I’ll be shredding them to bits. She’s quiet as I continue studying my prey. I lick my lips appreciatively just as I stop right in front of her.

  I palm the front of her knickers with my hand and bunch the flimsy material in my hand before tugging it away with a rip.

  “Hey!” She protests, her eyes wide with indignation. “Those were brand new.”

  “They were in my way. If you don’t want the rest of your outfit to meet a similar fate then might I suggest you remove your bra?”

  She reaches behind her back to unfasten her bra before letting it fall to the floor. I smile appreciatively before drawing her to me. Her fresh, floral scent smells like a field of wildflowers and I’m fucking addicted to it. My hands trace a path down her back right to her arse. I grasp both cheeks in my hands and lift her.

  Making love to Milly is one of my favorite things. She’s so trusting and willing. I could have bent her over the balcony of our suite and fucked her for all of Paris to see and she would have let me. But even though I love taking risks and pushing boundaries, I’m a selfish bloke. This weekend isn’t about show-and-tell; it’s about the future.

  I set her on the bed and cover her with my body. Her arms and legs wrap around me as I kiss her hard. Her lips taste sweet from the strawberry and I’m ravenous for more. Our kiss deepens and I feel Milly start to grind her body against me. She snakes a hand in between our bodies and grasps my cock lightly in her hand.

  “Take what you want, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips.

  Her legs spread wider as she run my cock through her slick folds before placing the head at the entrance of her pussy. I moan as I plunge inside of her; her pussy grips my cock firmly and feels fantastic.

  I pull out slowly before sinking deep inside, all the way to the base of my cock. Her head tips back and her mouth opens as I repeat the move over and over. She arches her back and thrusts her tits forward. How can I resist such rosy pink nipples?

  Her hands delve into my hair as she holds my head firmly against her chest. My tongue laves her nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak before gently biting it.

  “Oh!” Her yelp dissolves into a sigh.

  One hand slips around her back, cradling her as I continue to work her nipple with my mouth and thrust slowly in and out of her pussy. Skin to skin, heart to heart, we melt into each other.

  Her breaths become shallow as her body tenses. After three months together, I’ve recognized the signs that she’s close to falling over the edge.

  Sitting up, I pull out and place my hands on her thighs, pinning them to the mattress. I grasp my cock in my hand and line it up with her entrance before plunging quickly inside of her. I set a punishing rhythm, pulling all the way out before burying myself deep inside of her. Her cries fill the room as I pound into her over and over until her entire body stiffens and her pussy contracts around my cock. She screams out as she gives into the bliss of orgasm.

  I’m not far behind her. I grit my teeth and pump into her for a few more moments before my cock erupts, filling her with my seed.

  The wild beating of my heart drowns out the sound of our heavy breaths because in this moment, one thing becomes crystal clear:

  I won’t be satisfied with three more months. I won’t be satisfied until she’s mine forever.

  3

  Milly

  It’s kind of amazing what you can experience in the suite of a hotel. I’ve enjoyed numerous French delicacies all from the comfort of my hotel room and bonus, no pants! Cause when your boyfriend is an insatiable British horn-dog, pants are not necessary.

  But, it’s time to go out and explore. And let housekeeping finally come in and clean.

  It’s sunny and warm when we
finally leave the hotel. I feel tres chic in my green sundress and black cat-eye sunglasses. And Ben is tres beau in a pair of khaki shorts and a button down shirt. He’s left the top few buttons undone like a fucking tease.

  “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” Ben growls as he slides an arm around my waist while we walk down Avenue Gabriel toward the lush, green Jardins des Champs-Elysees.

  I laugh because who hasn’t googled the meaning of those song lyrics. “Yes I do.” I’d like to enjoy more than just tonight, though. I’d love an infinite amount of nights.

  Having my visitor’s visa renewed for another three months was a giant weight lifted off my shoulders. Leaving Ben after such a short amount of time is unimaginable. But now there’s a finite deadline. There are no more extensions and leaving him, and London, is going to be devastating.

  “Cat got your tongue,” Ben murmurs. “You’ve gone quiet.”

  “What can I say, you’ve worn me out!” He tilts his head and narrows his green eyes like he knows I’m not being honest. I sigh. “I was just thinking about how there’s a deadline now. We have a finite amount of time together before I have to return to America.”

  Ben grabs my hand and pulls me over to a nearby bench. “I want you to understand one thing, Milly. There will never be a deadline on our relationship. Just because the twats in immigration say you have to go back to America doesn’t mean we have to end.”

  “We can work something out, Milly.” He takes hold of my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb before he lifts it to his lips and kisses it softly. His eyes flick up and I notice they’re a bit glassy. “How about we explore everything Paris has to offer?”

  “That sounds like the best idea,” I say with relief. Serious discussions can wait; Paris cannot.

  Ben navigates the city with such ease it makes me wonder how many times he’s visited. When I ask, he answers with a vague, “A few times.” He also warns me about pickpockets and is careful to keep me close. My favorite part of the day is renting bikes and riding them on the gravel paths in front of the Eiffel Tower. From our room, it’s a massive structure but up close it’s downright intimidating.

  “Do you want to go up,” Ben asks with an encouraging smile.

  I lift my head and gulp. “Nope. I’m good.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’ll be back,” I tell him confidently.

  For most of the day, what Ben said about our relationship not having a deadline has replayed in my thoughts. I’ve realized he’s right. Ben and I love each other so we’ll have to make this work because even after six months, I don’t think I’m ready to give him up for a very long time.

  I love spending the day with him, meandering through a city I used to dream of visiting. When we leave the Eiffel Tower, Ben and I weave in and out of shops, boulangeries and patisseries. But, he spends quite a bit of time in a store specializing in antique jewelry. I love looking at all of the pieces, wondering about the former owners, but after catching a glimpse of at a few price tags, I’m ready to leave.

  Just my stomach starts to rumble, Ben finishes his transaction and turns to me. “I heard that,” he teases. “Are you ready to go back to the hotel and have some dinner?”

  After convincing him to take a taxi, we arrive back at Avenue Gabriel and our luxurious accommodations. I want to ask him about paying for our suite; the question is on the tip of my tongue when he grabs me by the waist and surprises me with a hard, searing kiss.

  I grab hold of him, steadying myself and my trembling knees. His tongue is hot and demanding and I open for him. He swallows my breath and any doubt I have about our relationship.

  We break apart after what feels like a lifetime, both of us breathless. “I have something for you.” His voice is raspy but soft. He turns to pick up the bag from the jewelry store and hands it to me.

  I take it from him, but don’t open it. He’s given me so much already; I don’t need anything but him.

  “Open it,” he encourages, placing a hand under the bag, thrusting it forward slightly.

  I walk over to one of the plush, velvet couches and sit down. Ben occupies the spot next to me and places one arm along the back of the sofa. I reach inside the bag and pull out a fairly large box. A part of me breathes a sigh of relief it’s not a ring box.

  The lid creaks slightly as I lift it. My mouth pops open when I get my first glimpse of the watch inside. The face is small and rectangular and flanked on either side by a row of diamonds; the band is a thick golden rope. Ben plucks it from the box and holds it between his fingers. It looks so small and delicate.

  “Do you want to see if it fits?” My hand shakes as I hold it out toward him. He unclasps the band and slips the cool metal around my wrist. It’s a perfect fit.

  “Oh Ben,” I breath out. “This is so beautiful.”

  He twines our hands together and tugs. I fall against him but his arms are there to hold me tight.

  “You’re the most important person in my life, Milly. I wanted to give you something to represent our time together and to remind you the love we share isn’t going to end.”

  His fingers graze my chin and I lift my face slightly. He kisses me softly, letting his hand brush through my hair and then trail lightly down my back.

  “This is forever, Milly,” Ben whispers against my lips.

  He’s absolutely right. What we have is definitely forever.

  Wanderlust Wedding

  Ben

  “Honey, I’m home,” I shout in my fakest American accent the moment I enter the flat.

  Milly looks up from the kitchen table, perfectly bathed in the warm sunlight streaming in from the windows. You’re really turning on the charm, London, I think to myself. My gorgeous girl smiles as she scrambles from her seat before she launches herself at me, throwing her arms and legs around me. She assaults me with delicious kisses and for once, I’m the one stunned. What’s gotten into my American beauty?

  “You’re in a mood,” I tell her once she’s given me time to breathe.

  “You’re back early,” she says breathlessly. “And pretty soon, these moments will be gone. I want to make every one count.”

  I set her down gently and try to hide my frown because Milly’s time in London is almost over. She’s already extended her visa once; if she wants to come back to London, she has to go back to America.

  “I’ve got a surprise,” I announce, changing the subject. Or rather, not even addressing the subject. I hold up an envelope and wave it triumphantly. “I managed to snag two tickets to Ed Sheeran tonight.”

  “Oh my god!” She screeches and plucks the envelope from my fingers. “This is amazing!”

  What I don’t tell her is that getting the tickets was a lot easier than she probably realizes. Money will buy you anything and Milly doesn’t know I’m sitting on a fortune. She knows that I own the pub and a few flats but the family title and estate I inherited from my grandparents? Still a tightly kept secret. Telling her has been on the tip of my tongue the entire time we’ve been together, but she’s never questioned me at all about money and I never bothered to offer up the information.

  Which is why when I finally do tell her, she might just leave London, and me, early.

  Milly’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “You’re spoiling me rotten,” she laughs. “First an amazing weekend in Paris and a trip to Scotland and now Ed Sheeran? I might never leave.”

  I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me. “That’s the idea, love,” I growl against her skin. Just the thought of her leaving brings out my dormant alpha and my cock hardens instantly with fantasies of keeping her locked up forever in my flat. Milly is mine and I’ll be damned if I let her go.

  The closer she gets to leaving, the more desperate I become to keep her.

  She’s wearing the t-shirt that drives me fucking insane and a pair of knickers. This is often how she works and when I come home to see her sitting on the couch or at the table with her hair in a knot, her
glasses perched on the tip of her nose and her arse on display in nothing but lace, my need for her skyrockets.

  I push her slightly away and unbutton my trousers before pulling out my cock. I stroke it as I stalk my way toward her, pressing her against the wall. The envelope with the concert tickets flutters to the floor, forgotten now because her blue eyes are dark with heat. I love that she’s absolutely insatiable. She never denies me and when I press my finger to the front of her knickers, she’s soaked.

  “You’re always ready for me,” I murmur as I press harder. She gasps and sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth, thrusting her tits forward. Milly has the most perfect breasts and I bend my head to suck one through the thin fabric of her shirt.

  She digs her fingers into my hair, tugging and pulling as she becomes needier. She squirms with desire. “Ben,” she half moans, half purrs.

  I drag my mouth away and look up at her. “What is it love?”

  “I need you,” she begs. “Right now.”

  “Happy to oblige,” I tell her with a smirk as I push my trousers down my thighs.

  She turns to face the wall and braces herself with her hands before pushing her arse out toward me. I swipe her knickers to the side and press the head of my cock against her pussy. Milly wiggles her ass in desperation. Why waste another second? I plunge inside of her with a sharp breath. God, she feels like heaven.

  My body presses against hers and I reach up to link our hands together. I thrust deep and slow inside of her, relishing the feeling of her warmth and tightness. My heart clenches as I watch our bodies connect over and over.

  “Don’t leave,” I rasp out as my breaths become heavier and my balls start to tighten. This primal coupling sends me speeding to the edge and I’m going to explode deep inside of her.

  She frees one of her hands and works it between her legs. She’s so greedy and ready to come; I can tell from the scarlet flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes are shut tightly. Her mouth is open but there’s no sound.