Unbearable Passion - Book 2: French Kiss (Romantic Erotica For Women Series) (7 page)

He doesn’t wait for a reply from me and keeps talking.

“We had a passionate night after the proposal and the next morning I woke up to an empty bed. When I went looking for her inside my home, I stumbled upon a note where she dismissed my proposal on the basis that I wasn’t nearly rich enough to afford the lifestyle suited for a woman of her status. She’s tried calling me at my office many times to remain
friends
, but as you can imagine, I’m uninterested in returning her calls.”

“Wow, that’s quite the story. Are you still in love with her?” The words fly out of my mouth and I nearly clamp my mouth shut. I can hear my heart bounding out of my chest as I eagerly wait for his answer.

“Humph. No. Not at all. It’s male pride that made me react that way. Anastasiya Melnichenko is a cold-hearted bitch and she didn’t deserve me.” He nearly spits those words with contempt.

I hate that I allowed myself to fall for Bryce knowing that there is little chance anything will develop past our arrangement. I close my eyes, feeling the weight of this realization. The second his hands touch mine, the tide of emotions trapped inside me escapes. I really don’t want to cry in front of him. I can’t do this to him because it’s not his fault I fell so hard for him, but this day is more than I can bear.

He tenderly wipes away the first tear and then leans in to kiss away the next.

“I’m sorry for crying, Bryce.”

“Don’t apologize, Amanda. I’m really sorry.” He pulls a tissue from his pocket and wipes away my tears. “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you since we got back from Mariella’s on our first night in Paris, but I wasn’t quite sure how to put it.” I open my eyes and he leans in to gently kiss the tip of my nose. “Since seeing your photo, I knew I’d do whatever it took to book you solid so that you wouldn’t be able to be with any other man.”

I open my mouth to ask a question, but nothing comes out. He smiles and continues.

“I know we have this arrangement, but I think I’m starting to fall for you, Amanda, and I don’t know how you feel about me.” 

I try to say something that makes sense, but my voice sounds choked up when I speak.

“You’ve fallen for me? Are you serious?”

He nods and searches my eyes to see if it’s mutual. I’m still in such shock that I look at him, unable to answer.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, Bryce, you didn’t. I’m simply taken aback. I didn’t think men like you could fall for women like me.”

“I’m usually all business, but when I’m with you, I feel alive. You remind me there’s more to life than just negotiating and closing deals. Seeing Paris through your eyes this week has allowed me to fall in love with this city again. I like everything about you—well, almost everything.” He stops and allows that sentence to hang off his lips.

I give him a suspicious side look, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re not going to finish your sentence?”

“I like almost everything about you except your name. I’m sure you’re not an Amanda and I’d love to know your real name.”

My heart jumps into my throat and it’s pounding like a drum.

“Bryce, I’ve fallen for you since our first time together and I know I shouldn’t have because this is an arrangement, but I couldn’t help myself.”

He smiles and whispers, “I’m happy you couldn’t help yourself. You’re delightful in every possible way. Will I have to beg for your real name?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My real name is Sofia. Sofia Herrera.”

“Sofia. Yeah, that sounds more like your real name,” he says softly. “Sofia, I love being with you because you turn me on in so many ways and I also love that you have a great business head on your shoulders. But what I like the most is that you unconditionally allow me to have my way with you.”

“Bryce, I love being with you as well because you bring out a part of me I had never explored before. I’m grateful for the gifts and I enjoyed every moment of our Parisian trip, but what I love the most is just spending time with you.”

“I know this might seem complicated given our initial arrangement, but I’m sure that we can figure things out together when we get back to Manhattan.”

“I agree, let’s think of this when we get back to New York City. Right now, I’m dying to kiss you.”

He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him before he covers my neck with kisses. His fever-hungry eyes stay on me as he rips open my white linen blouse, releasing my engorged breasts, still trapped inside the white lace bra he had selected for me that morning. He looks down before pushing aside the fabric and grabbing my nipple with his mouth. He sucks and bites my nipple so hard that I can’t help but scream with delight. I reach down, unzip his pants, grab his hard cock in my hand and caress his shaft. He bites the top of my shoulder hard as I slide up and down his shaft as his fingers toy with my hard nub. He grunts louder with every thrust and I moan as he slides in and out of me more forcefully.

“Oh, my God. Harder. Please, harder!” I beg.

He leans me back and holds on to my waist with one hand while gripping my shoulder with the other as he responds to my plea and pounds me harder.

“You fucking turn me on,” he groans as he grabs my hair and gently pulls my head back until I meet his gaze.

He stops pounding me and brings my head closer to his as he kisses me hard.

“Make me come with your full lips, Sofia.”

I get on my knees, open wide and take in his juicy cock inside my mouth.

“Ahhh,” he grunts, as his hard cock hits the back of my throat. He pulls my head back, leans down and whispers as he kisses my lips, “I want to come inside your mouth. Will you let me, Sofia?”

I nod in agreement as I lick my lips in anticipation.

I mercilessly tease the tip of his cock with my tongue and suck his juices while I grab the base of his hard shaft to fully feel his manhood. I squeeze my erect nipple at the same time as I gently squeeze his balls and we both grunt.

“Take my cock in your mouth,” he begs.

I lift jubilant eyes to look up at him while I devour his penis, and I can see he likes the way I suck his cock. I push him deep inside my mouth and pump my head back and forth, entirely engulfing his hard shaft with each bob of my head. I rub the tip of his cock against my cheek before gently pressing my lips together, forcing him to release more of his sweet juices into my mouth, and he moans with pleasure.

I lift my head again and defiantly declare, “I want to savor your tasty treat inside my mouth, Bryce.” He’s way too turned on to even speak. I give him a coy smile before I continue eating him. I take his juicy cock back into my mouth and work it by pumping my head up and down until he comes into the back of my throat. His bittersweet nectar gushes inside my mouth and I swallow with satisfaction. I look up at him with a naughty grin as I caress his thighs.

“You’re good. You’re really, really, really good.”

“What?” I ask innocently. “You asked me to make you come inside my mouth and I did.” He laughs and shakes his head at my cockiness.

“Have you ever had sex in the back of a parked luxury car in the middle of Paris with a chauffeur standing outside
en garde
before?”

“Now that you put it that way, I haven’t.”

“I assume you’ve never had a man lick your pussy in the back of a car in the middle of Paris either.” His words are a jolt of sexual urge that immediately makes me yearn to feel the warmth of his tongue on my clit. He doesn’t wait for my answer as he lifts me from the floor to place my body on the seat next to him.

“Lie back and open wide, Sofia. Or do I continue calling you Amanda?”

“If you’re going to use your tongue the way you do so well, you can call me anything you want.” I whisper those words with eagerness, as I know what awaits me.

His fingers poke my wetness while his tongue tantalizes my engorged clit and I already feel consumed by the sweet sensations that precede an orgasm.

“Mmmmm. Please don’t stop, Bryce.”

He holds on firmly to my thighs to keep me from squirming as he presses his tongue harder against my clit and makes me climax. I try to get away, but his grip prevents me from moving as he relentlessly works at making me come a second time. His lips massage my clit in a circular motion that brings me to a second, much more powerful climax. I collapse against the seat, exhausted and utterly satisfied. He rests his head on my stomach and I exhale a deep sigh. He kisses my stomach before he nibbles at my breasts again, suggesting he might be ready for another round.

“You taste so good. I love making you come with my mouth,” he says between bites.

“You do it so well, Bryce.”

“I aim to please.”

I can’t help but smile. “Yes, you do… in so many ways.”

* * *

Our last day in Paris is crammed with final meetings with two of the four companies we met earlier in the week. Bryce feels confident that we will be able to tip the pendulum in our favor with the other two companies, but that might require a bit more time and a second trip back to Paris.

By the time we’re comfortably seated on Bryce’s private jet heading back to America, we’re both exhausted.

“Thanks for a wonderful week. I haven’t been in Paris in so long and it was amazing coming back.”

As I thank Bryce, the staff is fussing around us with champagne and appetizers. Bryce lives a charmed life, even if he’s worked hard to get to this point.

“I also loved spending time with Mariella. She’s absolutely adorable and I hope I’ll meet her again one day.”

“What do you mean,
hope
?”

“Well, I’m not sure if there will be a future opportunity to meet her.”

“Sofia, first off, Mariella adores you. She’s disliked nearly every single woman I’ve ever introduced her to and has a particularly acute disdain for Anastasiya, but you seem to have seduced her with your wit and charm. Of course, the fact that you speak Italian didn’t hurt.”

“I’m happy to hear that, because I really like her and enjoyed spending time with her. If you have to come back to Paris in the next few months to conclude the deals with the two other tech companies, I’d love to come back and help.”

“I’ll be honest with you, Sofia.” He takes a very serious tone. “I couldn’t have concluded two major deals of this proportion in one week without you. You were an instrumental part of the success of these negotiations.”

“Oh. Um. Wow.” I’m at a loss for words and Bryce’s compliment makes me blush. “I’m really happy you’re so pleased with the way things turned out and that I could help.” My words come out in such an awkward way because I didn’t expect this from Bryce.

“I have big news to share.”

“Really? What’s the big news?”

“I’ve been thinking about this since before we left New York. I’ve been looking at the many opportunities that came from the galas we attended a few weeks ago and after a number of conference calls with my team of executives, I’ve decided to reopen an office in New York and move in a small team that I’ll oversee personally at first until I get a management team in place. The European and Canadian clients need a different level of service than our American ones.”

“Reopen? You had an office in New York?”

He hesitates a bit too much before answering. “Ummm, yes. I did have an office and shut everything down about five years ago to pursue more lucrative opportunities in Silicon Valley.” He avoids my gaze and feigns being preoccupied by some lint on his well-cut trousers.

There’s something more to this story. There has to be.

“Well, I…” He stops in mid-sentence and becomes preoccupied again by more fictitious lint. “I had to get out of New York after a bad divorce and decided to start fresh on the other side of the country.” He fixes his gaze into mine and declares in a fake cheerful voice, “But that was then and this is now, and I’m ready to settle back in New York.”

It seems that I’m not the only one who experienced a string of bad relationships. The mighty Bryce Van Der Linden has also had his share of heartbreaks. He breaks the moody vibe by taking control of the conversation again.

“Oh, I have a little something for you to thank you for such outstanding negotiation skills in a language I barely know, but that’s becoming more and more crucial to the expansion of my company.”

He’s switched back to the boardroom Bryce. He sounds so corporate I assume he’s going to give me something practical like a new briefcase or a new iPad, but from the size of the small box, I immediately know my assumptions are wrong.

I open the box to discover another box. After opening the second box, I realize there’s a third. I look at him, trying to understand the significance of his charade.

“I thought that using the concept of the Russian Matryoshka doll and nesting the boxes was a brilliant idea. I wish I had thought of it, but the guy who helped me at the store in Paris assured me it was a winner with women.” Bryce is enjoying this moment and how frenetically I’m trying to get to the real gift.

“When did you have time to shop alone in Paris?”

“While you were enjoying lunch at the top of the Eiffel Tower.”

“That was part of a ploy?”

“No, but when you announced you were spending the day with Mariella, I realized I had time to run out and get you a Parisian thank-you gift.” He’s really enjoying this moment and gestures with his eyes and chin to keep opening the boxes.

I finally get to a black box that reads in gold lettering,
Bulgari. Since 1884. Made in Italy
. I bring my hands to my mouth and gasp. I’m too much in shock to open the box because I can’t deal with the fact that Bryce bought me a piece of Bulgari jewelry. 

He interrupts my hesitation. “Mariella tells me it’s the must-have collection for any beautiful, smart and sophisticated woman.” He theatrically attempts to imitate her. “Go on, open the box. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I finally muster the courage to open the box and there is the most gorgeous and expensive piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen in my life. “Bryce, it’s exquisite. Oh, my God. You really are spoiling me.”

“Please don’t say it’s too much, Sofia, because you deserve it. You’ve made me so much money this week. I’ll also have to be honest and confess that I love seeing you in the pieces I select for you. You diligently wore the lingerie, suits and shoes I selected for you while we were in Paris. You fulfill every one of my fantasies. This is just a little token.”