Unbearable Passion - Book 2: French Kiss (Romantic Erotica For Women Series) (3 page)

“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 to 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.

“You like sucking my cock, Amanda?” His voice is nearly unrecognizable as he pushes my head down his shaft.

My lips rub the tip of his crown. I lick up his pre-cum before taking him fully again inside my mouth. My head bobs up and down his shaft as I squeeze his balls in my hand. My intention is to make Bryce come inside my mouth, but to my surprise, he has other plans. He yanks his erect penis from my mouth, lifts me into his arms—forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist—and walks both of us into his room through the adjacent doors.

“I’m going to drop you for two seconds,” he warns me as he gently lowers me to my feet. He walks to his open suitcase, grabs a condom, rips open the packet with his teeth, wraps his penis and pulls me towards him.

“I want your cock inside me so badly,” I beg.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’re going to get it.”

He grabs my wet hair, pulls my head back, and crushes my lips with a kiss while squeezing my butt with his other hand. He lets go of my hair to grab both butt cheeks with his hands, yanking me back in the position that got me into his room. He pulls me up and walks right back towards the sound of the running water in my bathroom.

It’s the first time I’ve been with Bryce in the morning and his appetite for rougher sex is evident as he mercilessly pounds inside me. He bites my shoulder while holding me so much closer to him that it feels like he’s melted inside me.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, Amanda, I’ll make you forget every other guy you’ve ever fucked before me.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, Bryce.” My heart is beating like a drum and it feels like it’s lodged inside my throat and it’s challenging to speak when I’m consumed with so much passion for this man.

“Good answer.” From the way he’s ravishing me with his cock, he’s extremely turned on.

He slows down his thrusts for a few seconds, looks at me with hungry eyes, nestles his head between my breasts and grabs one of my nipples in his mouth.

“Oh Jesus, Bryce” I scream out when he bites my nipple.

He looks satisfied as he doubles the speed of his thrusts. Bryce is hammering my pussy so hard that it’s a mix of sweet pleasure and irresistible pain. I can barely keep up with the velocity of his thrusts when his fingers dig into my back and Bryce lets out the loudest, “Oh, my God!”

He gently kisses me as he pushes my wet hair away from my face. “It’s not fair if I don’t make you come. Don’t you agree?”

I nod as I lick my lips with anticipation.

Bryce leans past me, turns off the running water, opens the glass door to the shower, steps out and grabs my hand. He lifts me and drops me on the long vanity.

“You know what to do, Amanda. Open wide so I can eat your pussy and make you come.”

Those words make me so wet and I’m instantly turned on. What Bryce did to me on the private flight from New York to Paris took what I thought possible sexually with a man to unprecedented levels. My body has never responded this way to a man’s touch before and since experiencing Bryce kneeling in front of my open legs, licking my clitoris while exploring my wet fold in such a sensual way, I know what’s in store for me.

He drops to his knees, flirts with my engorged bud with his lips and presses with more force than usual before poking his finger in my backside. I gasp and close my legs around his head while pulling his hair to balance out the intensity of his touch. Bryce is relentless in his sexual pursuit, allowing my body to discover new feelings of pleasure. He presses his lips against my clitoris and that sweet climaxing sensation builds up, but I didn’t expect Bryce to place his other figure inside my wetness while poking upwards. He catches me in the perfect pleasure trap—he’s giving me the best oral sex ever, he has one finger playing with my backside and another stroking my G-spot. As he accelerates his lip motion, I stop breathing as my legs start to shake uncontrollably until I let out an intense grunt of pleasure.