Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (52 page)

“They’re beautiful,” I remarked as I continued to view and study each one. The vibrancy of colors he used and the sweeps of his brush strokes along the canvas were intoxicating. Some of the paintings were abstract, but there were a few where he attempted portraits.

He shrugged as I watched him walk toward the closet again, mumbling a thank you under his breath. He pulled out a box of wooden train tracks and placed them in front of Mitchell. Eagerly, his little brother dug into the box and began to build his own little railroad. I glanced back at Conner, who was starting to put back the canvases through the doorway he had just taken them from moments ago. I touched his arm as he began to put away my favorite one. Deep reds and swirls of gold tones created a stunning painting, at least to me it was.

“Could you leave that one out, please?” I asked, still admiring the canvas. Conner nodded as he sat down in his desk chair.

Our afternoon filled quickly with easy chatting of how he started painting and my limited knowledge of painting from my father. Conner’s passion in his art was apparent as he remarked that is what he truly wishes to do. He made it clear that he hated politics, which seemed to be so different than everyone else’s feelings in this household.

Sitting on the floor, we both regaled stories of our childhood and things that we had done. Before we both knew it several hours had passed. Mitchell had fallen asleep near the train tracks for a while now.

Leaning in closer, we both seemed to smile anticipating our lips touching again. A familiar thrill ran through me that I hadn’t felt since my first kiss with a boy. It was eager, tender and sweet. Our lips were so close and we both let out a small chuckle as if we were daring each other to lean in first. It was so different than the intense charge we had last night when we didn’t know each other. My heart beat faster as I glanced to his mouth.

“Conner!” Gordon’s voice rang out from somewhere in the hallway, jolting both of us from our tender moment. We both stared at each other for a moment, disappointed that our mini-spell was broken.

Conner scratched his head as he grimaced. “I’m in here Gordon!” He called out as we both continued to stare at each other, unwilling to fully break our connection. Meanwhile, my mind started to whirl at the oddness of my old and new lover about to be in the same room together.

Gordon popped his head in the door, the smile he had on his face fell immediately as his eyes darted between us. “Conner, your mom is looking for you. She needs to discuss some points with you before the interview tomorrow.” The sternness in his voice gradually became more intent as he spoke.

I looked down at my hands as I began to fidget with my nails. I quickly looked up to Conner as he told me, “I’ll catch up with you in a little while. Maybe we could head out to dinner? Alone?” I swallowed, wondering what Gordon was thinking as he stood there hearing his stepson ask me out on a date.

“Uh. I…well, yes. I’m sure that would…”

“She can’t,” Gordon interrupted quickly. His voice was tight and angry. “She has to watch Mitchell tonight since Lauren and I have a banquet to attend tonight.” I nodded unsure of how else to respond to Gordon. I was, after all, Au Pair to his child.

“Oh, all right. Well, maybe I’ll have some mac ‘n cheese with you guys then.” Conner quickly shrugged off Gordon’s attempt to separate us.

“Actually, you’re supposed to attend tonight also. With Mary. Did you not read your schedule for today?” Gordon’s tone was sharp and slightly demeaning. I guess I’ve never seen this side of him and I surely didn’t like it. Especially with a person I was already really starting to feel something for, even after such a short time frame.

Conner’s apologetic eyes met mine as he gave me a small pressed smile. “We’ll just meet up tomorrow then, I guess.” He reached out and cupped my hands, giving a small squeeze. Just that small sweet touch sent a wonderful thrill through me. I smiled back and nodded to let him know that would be fine. He stood quickly and made a small joke about not keeping Lauren waiting and left.

Gordon paused a moment before stepping inside the doorway. “Are you seeing him now?” He asked with a tight voice and I noticed he was now grinding his teeth.

I dragged my index fingernail through the strands of beige carpeting as I contemplated how to answer him. “Are you?” He repeated as he took another step toward me. I shrugged since nothing was ever really discussed between Conner and me. “He’s getting married, you know.” My head snapped up to meet his eyes, which seemed like they were daring me to object to what he was saying.

“’Lina…” Mitchell moaned, thankfully awake at the right moment. His little eyes fluttered open as he looked over to his train set. “Look what I did,” he proudly stated as he pointed to the wooden pieces placed together in a figure eight.

“I would highly advise you stay away from Conner. You never know what could happen,” Gordon threatened with a taunting lilt as he walked out of the room.

I stared at the empty doorway wondering what he really meant by that. Claude’s information from earlier at the playground seemed to ring a little truer than I wanted. I hoped they were both wrong. Either way, perhaps I should keep my distance from both Gordon and Conner. Although living under the same roof might prove to be quite difficult.

Chapter
Eight

Angelina

After a long day with Mitchell, I finally had time to myself. I decided a hot bubble bath was long overdue.

Seeing Conner’s paintings, allowed me to see him in an entirely different light. He was passionate about his work and it showed through his art. They were beautiful and meticulous, displaying various emotions he felt at different times during his life. The one painting showed how troubled his life was during his parents’ divorce, although he never really shared why they divorced. I was glad he told me that he and his father have a very good relationship, but I couldn’t understand why his father would allow his son to be pushed toward the political lifestyle Conner didn’t seem to really want.

I began running the bath and indulged in a few too many bubbles. I swirled my fingers under the warm water to make sure it was the perfect temperature for a luxurious bath. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse feeling the weight of the day lifting with every button I unfastened. As I tugged at my shirt, I skimmed my skin underneath, feeling how soft it was from my favorite body lotion. My sister sent me a care package full of my favorite things. The body lotion sold only in France was one of those items. I let my shirt fall to the floor and started to unzip my skirt, thrilled that the all my concerns were stripping away from me with every piece of clothing I removed.

Fastening my hair into a messy bun, I stole a glance in the mirror. The reflection showed a young woman in her bra and panties with a fantastic body. Firm from exercise and watching what I ate, I was proud to know I did these things for me, not for Gordon. Or Jacques. Reaching back to the clasp on my bra, I opened it and let the lacy garment fall to the ground. I let my fingertips swirl small circles around my firm small breasts. Gordon had told me he would pay for larger fake ones. Like a fool I considered it, for him. I cupped both mounds of flesh in my hands and squeezed, feeling arousal sweep through me. These were perfect in my eyes, but not to his.

My teeth tugged the corner of my bottom lip and I felt my nipples harden to tight buds, as I imagined Conner’s tongue lightly sweep over them. Tonight, it was just me and I was going to enjoy that time to myself. I slipped my hand down between the silky fabric of my panties, feeling the slight dampness between my legs. “Mmm,” I let out a moan, hoping no one would hear my sounds above the running water.

I had lost myself being with Jacques and Gordon. Both of them telling me what they wanted, how they wanted to change me. Like an idiot I almost let them talk me into changing my body or my mind — for them. As I circled my finger around my sensitive area, I knew that I was perfect the way I was and wouldn’t change. Not for anyone. Any future lover, perhaps Conner, would need to realize that. With a firmer grip to my breast, I let my head fall back as I pressed harder on my nub, wanting a release by the person who knew me best. Me.

Pressing my lips together, I closed my eyes and continued to picture Conner. His beautiful deep green eyes were passionate and lustful. The way his hands roughly gripped my body and the strength of his hold as he fucked me hard over the sink. I pressed harder against myself, knowing I was so close as I continued to remember the way Conner was with me. Another moan escaped my lips and I prayed it wasn’t too loud that time.

My hand froze as I heard a knock on my door. It was my door, wasn’t it? With the bathwater running, I wasn’t too sure I even heard a knock.

Knock. Knock.
I realized I had actually heard someone at my door and quickly shut off the water. I was so close and even thought about forcing a quick orgasm when I heard another small knock.
Merde.
Maybe I moaned louder than I thought.

Dismissing my selfish thoughts, I washed my hands and donned my black silk robe from behind the door. The same black silk robe given to me by Jacques; only when he had given it to me, the sash I was now fastening around my waist, was used by him to tie me to his bed. Hearing another small rap on the door interrupted that lustful memory and I quickly walked toward the door. It could be Mitchell with another bad dream. He usually came to my door first before his own mother’s since I spent more time with him during the day.

I swung my door open, looking toward the ground expecting Mitchell and his crying blue eyes. Instead, I saw manly bare feet peeking out of the frayed hem of blue jeans. I continued to sweep my eyes up muscular jean clad thighs, a white V-neck t-shirt followed by a gorgeous dazzling smile on a very handsome face. My libido was already revved, but memories of that smile flashed through my mind and kicked up those flutters. Glancing at his muscular arms locked on each side of the door frame only added to wanting them wrapped around me. Or his hands gripping my ass again.

I licked my lips as my heart rate picked up. Right then and there I not only wanted him in my bed, but also inside me. Just as hard as the other night. “Conner,” I breathed out his name, not even trying to conceal my desire.

An upturn on the side of his mouth and he quickly licked his lips as he quirked his head to the side. “Angelina, my dirty little French Au Pair.”

“Can I help you?”
Or have you again?

His eyes glanced down my body and I realized I hadn’t tied my sash as tightly as I had thought. As excited as I already was, I went ahead and leaned against the door, allowing my black silky robe to fall open a little more. The glint in his eyes and a full seductive smile let me know he definitely noticed. It was that same appreciative smile he showed me at the bar when he enjoyed my silky smooth legs.

Dropping his arms down from the frame, he slid one hand around my waist and pressed his body against mine as he closed the door behind us. My breath hitched as I felt how hard he was through his jeans. Without remorse, I pressed my mound against his hard thigh, losing whatever thoughts I once had about him and his fiancée that he may or may not be broken up with.

His soft lips roughly took mine as our tongues lashed against each other and I couldn’t help but push myself harder against his thigh. The memories of the other night swarmed me with familiarity as my hands grasped his strong neck to pull him even closer to me. Between the warmth of his tongue, the feel of his hand as he clutched my hip, the silk of my robe sliding along my thigh all collided into one overwhelming whirlwind of sensations.
Oh mon Dieu
.

My chest was rising and falling so rapidly and my tight nipples were brushing against the satiny fabric. When his hand slid under the silk, skimming my soft skin, I thought I would come immediately. I swallowed and let my head fall back. I felt his tongue against my throat and his hand grabbed my entire sex as he growled, “You’re so wet. I
need
to be inside you.”

Abruptly removing his hand left me feeling completely deserted and I whimpered my displeasure as I opened my eyes. His hand wrapped around my waist as he bent down slightly and pulled me up into his arms. Carrying me over to my bed, his lips found mine as if he couldn’t wait to taste them again for just those few steps.

I would like to say he gently laid me onto the bed, but it was more like he flopped me down before careening forward onto my body. “Oompf,” I let out as his heavy body fell onto mine, forcing the breath from my lungs. He lifted immediately from me; his face showing deep concern that he may have hurt me. Just seeing the worry on his face made me chuckle. I placed both hands on the side of his face and pulled his lips to mine, needing to reassure him that I was more than all right.

Our passionate kiss was so different than just moments ago. It was as if we both wanted to make sure the other knew we felt something a little more than just another quick fling like last night at the bar. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as our hands caressed and slid along each other’s bodies.

His hands slipped in between us and fumbled to untie my sash. As soon as his hands touched my bare skin, we both moaned as the excitement seemed to surge through us. His hand ran over my breast, his palm lifted, hovering over my tight bud. He pulled from our kiss as if he needed a glimpse of what he was touching. He let out a breath as he mumbled, “So gorgeous.” His eyes closed briefly as if committing it to memory for another painting.

He moved his body slowly down mine. His mouth captured my nipple, tugging at it with his lips, as his tongue tasted me. I bowed my head back enjoying the sensual experience he was giving me. I thrust my hands through his short hair, attempting to bring him closer to me. Giving me small kisses between both breasts, he pushed aside the silk of my robe from my other breast, while his hand squeezed and kneaded my flesh, continuing to give me amazing pleasure.

I felt his body slide down further and was just about to glimpse at what he was doing when a wonderful thrill shot through my body. Warm and wet, his tongue slid over the inside of my thigh and I closed my eyes losing myself in a sea of euphoria. Both his hands squeezed my ass tightly as I parted my legs to give him access to what he really wanted.

His lips pressed right against my mound as his tongue swept over my clit. Moaning, I clutched his head as I lifted my hips needing more. His tongue flicked inside of me then right back to that wondrous spot. Just hearing the sounds of his mouth kissing my most intimate place heightened my enjoyment. I was completely swept away by each small movement of his mouth as his tongue glided over every sensitive area he could find.

“Ohh,” I moaned as I felt the strong build as the pressure of his muscle swirled over my clit harder and no longer teasing me. His hands to flew to my hips pulling my body tighter to his mouth just as I felt pure exhilaration shoot through my body.

I inhaled deeply as I felt small sweet kisses around my tender area. That was twice now he gave me pure bliss. I pushed him onto his back as I tugged at his shirt. He helped me lift it up over his head as I gazed at his incredibly lean torso. His hands slowly ran up and down my arms as I continued to explore each ridge my fingers swept over. I bent down and pressed my lips to his soft skin caressing each ridge my lips touched.

Finally reaching my destination, I breathed in his deep woodsy scent as I bent my head down. My fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans before finally undoing it and tugging at his zipper. Attempting to pull his jeans off, Conner lifted his hips to assist me. My eyes flicked to his and I noticed a devious grin on his mouth. I lunged forward so I could taste his soft lips again. His hand cupped my cheek as his eyes gazed into mine, deepening our kiss.

I pecked his lips one more time before lowering myself back down his body. I fondled his balls lightly, eliciting a soft groan from him. My hand wrapped around his hard cock as I dipped down to taste him, enjoying his essence. My lips ran up and down the underside of his erection as his hands gripped my shoulders while he moaned.

Disappointment hit me as Conner’s hands hitched under my arms, pulling me to him. I pouted, wanting to reciprocate what he gave me just moments ago.

Rolling me onto my back, he hovered over me. His eyes drinking me in as his hand caressed my cheek. I turned my head capturing his thumb and sucked on it lightly, swirling my tongue around it as if letting him know how much more he could have received.

Bending down, his mouth met mine as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. There was longing and deep desire in his kiss. Everything about him was so different from any lover I’ve had. He was passionate in every movement he made as if every fiber of his being longed to bring me heavenly bliss.

Pure need surged through me as he glided his cock back and forth in between my center of desire. I watched him swallow as he stopped his movement. Pressing his lips together he lifted his hips slightly, aligning himself right at my entrance. The intensity showed on his face as if he wanted to make sure I would remember this moment forever.

Staring deep into my eyes he ever so slowly pushed his tip into me. I gasped as he gave a small groan, sliding further into me. Shifting my legs around his waist, I lifted my hips propelling him further inside me. The feeling was exquisite, sending waves of euphoria through me. Touching his forehead to mine, he stared deep into my eyes as his every thrust met mine. Slow and strong, each thrust intensified more than the previous. Kissing me harder, with more passion, his expression captured exactly how I felt. The energy flowing between us was more than I could take. Tears brimmed my eyes and I didn’t bother to wipe them as I noticed his satisfactory smile.

Our tongues lashed harder as our body rhythm increased. Building higher and higher until we both cried out as pleasure ripped through my body and I tried to gasp for breath. His hips continued to thrust into me as we both began our descent. My tears continued to flow as he captured several with his lips, attempting to calm me with every kiss.

As he withdrew, he pulled me close to his side, kissing my temple and holding me, as I’ve always wanted to be held. I snuggled into his chest, wrapping my arms around him, wanting to be just as adjoined as we were before. Sighing deeply, he stroked my hair as I pressed my lips to his neck one last time. Enjoying the silence between us, knowing that we didn’t need to say anything to each other, I closed my eyes feeling as if this was exactly where I belonged.