Her body wiggled against me and my morning wood became a morning baseball bat. I cracked open one eye when I felt her trying to extricate herself from my arms. Yawning, I attempted to shift her body on top of mine. “You keep squirming like that, Madeleine, and you’ll find yourself fucked so hard, you’ll be walking funny for the rest of the day.”
“We need to get up,” she insisted, pinching the underside of my arm. I yelped, giving her the opportunity to slip out of bed. Before she could get her feet on the floor, I hooked an arm around her waist and had her flat on her back with my body covering hers in seconds.
“We don’t have to be anywhere, Madeleine,” I mumbled, planting soft kisses down her neck to her tits, and taking one hard, pink nipple into my mouth.
“We have to get to work,” she gasped, and I let the nipple go with a pop.
“Baby, relax. We have the day off.”
She frowned. “You said it was an emergency.”
“It was. The client I needed to meet with got stuck while traveling,” I lied, focusing back on the sweet taste of her skin, “and he won’t be able to get here until tomorrow.”
“But, don’t—” I growled and sealed my mouth firmly over hers, swallowing her protests and avoiding any further questions.
After thoroughly ravaging her mouth, I lifted my head, smiling at the glow of her flushed skin and the dazed look in her beautiful green eyes.
“We don’t have to work, but I do have plans for the day.” I grinned. With a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, I jumped off the bed and dragged her up with me. “Come shower with me.” I tossed her over my shoulder and slapped her bare ass when she wouldn’t stop trying to get down.
After a scorching hot, and very satisfying, shower, we dressed and left the hotel. I had a day laid out that was sure to wow her and I couldn’t wait to see her reactions.
When we stepped into the hall, I realized I’d forgotten my wallet. Madeleine waited while I ran into the bedroom. I grabbed my keys and wallet from a side table, stopping short when I spied a pack of condoms in the slightly open drawer. Glancing around, I made sure I was alone before taking them, and then dug out the few I kept in my suitcase.
The sight of the little foil packets reminded me she hadn’t brought up our lack of protection. I didn’t know whether she hadn’t noticed, which put a cocky smile on my face, or she wasn’t worried because she believed her birth control was still effective. I disposed of the offending contraceptives in the suite’s kitchen before heading out the door. Housekeeping would empty the trash while we were gone.
We left the hotel and I led her to a small, out-of-the-way café I had discovered on one of my numerous trips here. Watching Madeleine enjoy French pastries and coffee was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I was sorely tempted to take her back to our room and spend the day fucking her until there was no way my seed hadn’t taken root inside her.
But as tempting as the idea was, I’d been looking forward to our day together, so I gritted my teeth while watching those blissful smiles and listening to her little mewls of pleasure. I was jealous of her fucking breakfast. When she was finally finished, I blew out a relieved breath. Any longer and I’d have dragged her to the ground so those looks and moans were the result of my cock buried in her pussy.
I shook my head a little to clear it. I needed to get a fucking grip and rein in my thoughts.
From the investigative work I’d had done and her comments over the last month, I learned many things about my girl. She’d always wanted to come to Paris—it was a literary lover’s dream—but she’d never admit to the hopeless romantic hiding beneath the calm and collected business woman.
The first place I took her was Shakespeare & Company, one of the most famous bookstores in the world. Her face lit up and excitement thrummed through her as she wandered through the shelves. Eventually, I dragged her away and we made stops at the homes of several authors I’d heard her speak of or seen her read—Victor Hugo’s home, now museum, Ernest Hemmingway’s apartment, and Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas' home.
With every new place we visited, she beamed and glowed with excitement, talking non-stop. It was charming. As much of a turn on as it was to see her like this, a stronger set of emotions burned in my chest. I’d fallen for Madeleine the moment I’d first laid eyes on her, but I fell deeper and harder than I had expected. I vowed to fill her life with the things that put such expressions of joy on her face.
As the day turned to evening, I took her to a small, simple Italian café, La Campanina. The restaurant faced broad steps leading up to the majestic, Saint-Étienne-du-Mont. By the time we were finished eating, the sun had completely set and the moon reflected off the round cobblestones of the street. I stopped her in front of the building and waited, watching as she contemplated the view.