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  She cleared her throat. “Yes, please. I’m looking forward to this - the smell wafting from the kitchen smells delicious.”

  “Good, I hope so. I hope you like French food?” I raised an eyebrow enquiringly, a slight smirk playing on my lips, knowing full well, she mentioned that it was her favourite type of cuisine. I watched as her face beamed with excitement.

  “Oh my goodness, Julien. You remembered!”

  I gave a little nod to the French chef I’d hired for the evening, hovering in the background, awaiting my signal. He gave a slight nod and immediately retreated to the kitchen to bring us our appetisers. Returning a few moments later, he placed the two plates on our table.

  “Mr Berthou, Miss Hartley. Allow me to tell you ze menu.” I watched Ellie as she smiled at him, awaiting his explanation of the culinary delights he had in store for us.

  “And ‘ere, to start, we have seared duck foie gras with wild mushrooms and lapsang souchong. For the main course to follow, we will be ‘aving Sauté gourmand of lobster and truffled chicken quenelles. Finally, for dessert, pink grapefruit soufflé. I hope the menu is to your satisfaction?”

  Ellie nodded, grinning her approval. “Sounds divine, thank you!”

  “Very well. Et bon appétit.” He gave us a little bow and exited into the kitchen.

  “This looks amazing, Julien. Thank you for going through so much trouble.”

  It gave me a lot of pleasure to see her so happy. “No trouble at all - enjoy.”

  Dinner was fantastic - worth the thousand bucks it cost me to hire the chef. It was also really good to have a date enjoy her food, unlike the women who I was used to dating in the past, who preferred to watch me eat instead.

  Following dinner, I took her hand and led her inside to the den, switching up the music along the way. We got settled on the sofa together.

  “Tell me, how do you like working with Pieter?”

  “He’s great, why?”

  I felt my chest tighten. “Great?” I moved closer to her, running my knuckles down the side of her face. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Fucking gorgeous. I didn’t want her thinking that of any other man apart from me.

  “Why, don’t tell me, you’re jealous?” She opened her eyes, teasing me with her smile.

  “I admit. I don’t like it. He’s too close for comfort.” I watched her reaction. She sat up straight, a look of surprise on her face.

  “Julien, you’re being silly. He’s just a work colleague - honestly, he’s been nothing but professional.”

  “Good. He better keep it that way.” My voice came out in a growl, a lot more possessive sounding that I intended.

  She looked into her hands. “It’s not easy for me too, you know. Seems I have to deal with your exes every corner I turn.”

  I took her hand in mine. “I know I have a past, Ellie. But remember that, okay? They’re my past, not my present.” I needed her to understand…in her presence, they meant nothing to me.

  She sighed, nodding her head. “I know…it’s just hard…”

  I stood up, taking her hand and pulling her up too.

  “Come on, I’ll give you that tour I promised.”

  So I took her around my house, showed her the whole place - from the screening room, the indoor pool, the gym, my extensive library and then finally, leading her to my favourite place.

  “Last stop. The roof.”

  “The roof? What’s on the roof?”

  “Hot tub and champagne. Come on.”

  Five minutes and a few flights of stairs later, we stepped out of the small alcove. Seconds after, soft lights flickered on, lighting up the whole place with a soft glow.

  “Oh my God. This is incredible.”

  I smiled as I saw her reaction, spinning around, taking in her surroundings.

  “If you liked the view down below - I’m thinking you’re going to love this.”

  “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

  I watched as she slowly walked around the roof, stepping around the huge hot tub I had installed. I walked over to the small fridge and pulled out a bottle of vintage champagne. Popping the cork, I poured the bubbling liquid into the flutes and handed her one.

  “Do you come here often?” She smiled and then we laughed at her cheesy line.

  “Well, I like to come up here to think…it’s clear up here, the view’s spectacular and sometimes, you can even see the stars.”

  She took a sip of her champagne. “I need to sit down for a minute.”

  “Sure.” I followed her to the lounge chairs, flicking the switch to turn on the hot tub along the way, in case of any impromptu dipping.

  “This is another world for me, Julien.” She spoke softly.

  I didn’t know what to say, but I appreciated that it must be slightly overwhelming for her.

  “I’m…sorry?” My voice faltered as I looked into her eyes. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

  I drew closer to her, the need to kiss her overwhelming.

  “Don’t be sorry…I love your house.”

  She raised her hand to touch my face, and I almost groaned at the contact. I could see her breathing speed up as she ran her hands down the side of my face, stopping along my jawline, no doubt feeling the rough stubble there, a contrast to her soft skin. I looked up and our eyes locked, the electricity between us crackling away, waiting to explode.

  “I don’t do this kind of thing, Julien… I’ve only had one boyfriend…and I’ve only ever had sex once.”

  I pulled back, shocked at her confession.

  “Are you serious?”

  Even in the dim lighting, I could see her blush furiously. She nodded, averting her eyes. “Yeah, I, um, had to take care of my dad…with school work, then university, I guess I’ve never really had the time for boyfriends.” She offered me a small smile.

  “And your last boyfriend?”

  “We were together for a few months…it wasn’t really anything special. I finally decided to sleep with him, just to get it over with.” She smirked. “He was really drunk…so let’s just say it was over pretty soon. And so were we for that matter.”

  I couldn’t believe some asshole had the chance to sleep with her and then fuck it up so badly.

  “Sweetheart, I promise I’ll make it better for you in every way.”

  I leaned closer, hearing the breath hitch in her throat. My dick was rock hard and as much as I wanted to take her here and now, I closed my eyes as my body became filled with so many complex emotions. I kissed her, pressing into her, so that she was soon lying on her back and feeling her full breasts heave against my chest. I trailed my hands down the small of her back, squeezing her against me as we deepened our kiss, my body burning with heat for her.

  I ran my hands over her curves, exploring her waist, her ass and then finally her tits. I couldn’t hold back any longer, spurred on by the sexy noises she was making at the back of her throat. Christ, she felt so fucking good. I needed more of her. Seeking permission, I trailed my hands along her smooth legs, inching up towards her thighs. She moaned into my mouth so I continued my exploration, slowly reaching up between her thighs and spreading her legs gently. I could feel her nails press into my back as I got closer to her pussy, and then I pressed my hand against her soaking wet panties.

  She moaned again, deep and low, her whole body alive, vibrating and responding to my touch. Slowly I pushed aside her panties and began to softly caress the space around her clit.

  “Mmmm” She threw her head back moaning with pleasure.

  “That’s right, baby.” I growled against her neck, teasing her with my fingers. Pulling away and nuzzling against her breasts through her dress, I inhaled deeply as I pulled myself lower down, kneeling in front of her on the lounge chair. Smiling at her, I slowly pulled off her panties and parted her legs.

  I heard her gasp as I grabbed her ass cheeks, almost lifting her off the chair and pulled her onto my face, my mouth and then my tongue. She moaned lo
udly, and threw head back, wrapped up in the sensations I was giving her.

  “You’re fucking delicious.” I nipped her gently and she almost screamed in ecstasy, gripping the sides of the chair until I could see her knuckles whitening. I slowly inserted a finger into her tight, wet pussy, exploring her slowly and patiently as my tongue lashed against her.

  “Ohmygod!” Her head thumped against the chair and she gripped my head, pulling and scratching my hair, bucking and rolling against me.

  “You like that?”

  “Please….don’t stop!”

  I held her firm as I pulled her further down the lounge chair, urging her to ride my face even harder. I could tell she was close from the sounds she was making and I increased my speed.

  “Come.” I commanded. “Come for me, baby. Now.”

  She moaned louder, “yes, yes, yes” over and over again, grinding harder and faster against me until I felt her still, tightening against my finger and then pulsing hard against me, releasing waves of pleasure. I continued to lick her gently, pulling every last drop of her orgasm out of her, until I felt her body sink into the chair.

  “Oh my God.” She gasped. “That was…incredible.” She was almost purring.

  I smirked as I pulled myself up. “Your pussy is incredible.”

  Her eyes were drowsy as she struggled to regain control of her senses. “Wait, what about you?”

  I leant in and kissed her gently and tenderly. “The night is still young.” Then I scooped her into my arms, holding her tightly against me, and made our way to the roof exit.

  Carrying her into my bedroom, I pressed a button along the way, which immediately threw a soft glow into the room. I liked my bedroom with its minimalist decor, thick pile carpet and low-style bed, with silk sheets. It was understated luxury and decadence.

  My hard-on strained against my pants and my balls were heavy. I ached to bury myself inside of her but I reminded myself to take it easy. She was inexperienced and a rush of primal pleasure flowed through every nerve in my body with this thought. She looked into my eyes and I saw nothing but openness and trust…and need. There was something very different about this woman in my arms - not her eyes, not the lush curves of her sexy body nor even the way she came so loudly on my roof a few minutes ago. There was something genuine and real about her that had me more turned on that I’d ever been in…a very long time.

  I gently placed her onto my bed and lay down beside her, taking a moment to appreciate just how fucking beautiful she looked, how her eyes were so full of naked desire. I sat up and pulled off my shirt, smirking as I saw her eyes widen in pleasure at my abs.

  “You like?”

  She smiled shyly. “I like…a lot.”

  “Why don’t we see if we can get that dress of you?”

  She sat up slowly and I reached behind her to unfasten the zipper. Slowly the dress fell down over her shoulders, as she gazed intently into my eyes. I couldn’t wait a moment longer to have her naked, so I grabbed the dress and pulled it down to her waist and over her legs. Without hesitating, I reached behind her back and unclasped her sexy black bra. I exhaled loudly. She looked fucking amazing in that dress, but out of it, she looked like a goddess. Her body was so perfect, curves in all the right places that no amount of surgery could ever perfect.

  “You’re so fucking amazing.” My mouth was hot and breathy in her ear, my hands cupping her full tits and lightly playing with her nipples.

  “I’m afraid I’m not a size zero.” She blushed self-consciously as she went to cover her body.

  “I don’t want a fucking size zero woman.” I answered her harshly; annoyed that she would even consider that. “I want you and all your heavenly curves.”

  I pushed her down gently onto my bed and took a moment to see her beautiful body. Quickly discarding my pants, I crawled onto the bed, pulling our naked bodies together.

  “Touch me.” I was desperate for her touch. Slowly and hesitantly at first, she ran her soft hands down my chest, and then finally gripped my aching cock.

  “Oh wow, you’re huge.” She smiled against me and I brought her lips to mine, kissing her roughly, wanting to possess every part of her.

  “I want you so badly, Ellie.” I moved so she lost her grasp on me, for fear I would explode in her hands. Kissing her neck, she arched her back as I made my way down to her breasts, licking and kneading her nipples with my hands and mouth, giving them the attention they deserved.

  “I want you, Julien. I want you inside me.” She was breathy as she ran her hands over my back. She didn’t need to ask twice. I reached over to my bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, ripping open the packet and sheathing myself whilst she watched with lust-filled eyes.

  “Are you sure you want this?” I look into her eyes, searching for any doubt.

  “Oh, God, so much. Yes!”

  “Take my dick.” I said and she immediately responded. “Put it inside you.”

  She took my shaft and guided me against the soft entrance of her pussy, rolling my head against her wetness, moving from side to side as she started to pull me inside, inch by agonizing inch, a low moan escaping from her.

  I couldn’t bear it a moment longer and although I tried my best to hold back, I pushed into her tight wet pussy and saw her eyes widen in shock. Shit.

  “Are you okay, baby? I’m sorry, I’m going too fast.”

  “No, no, it’s fine. Just give me a moment to get used to you.” She gave me a sexy smile as she moved around, getting comfortable. “Okay, go deeper.”

  “Damn,” I panted as I worked a little swing into my hips. “Your pussy is so sweet.”

  She moaned again, loud and low and I pushed deeper, urging her to let me move faster.

  “Oh God, feels amazing. Can you move a little more?”

  I laughed and started moving against her, thrusting my hot length of cock inside her with passion.

  “You’re perfect, Ellie. Can you feel how much I like it? Can you feel how fucking hard you’re making me?”

  “Yeah, feels so amazing.” She panted against me, as we found a rhythm together, all of my senses were centralised around my dick inside her, as I struggled for control. Reaching down between her legs, I stroked her clit at the same time, eliciting more cries of pleasure from her.

  “Yes!” She screamed and I could feel her pussy tightening around me. “Oh Julien, oh God, I’m going to come again! Shit, don’t stop. Please!”

  She gasped for breath and then let out a low wail, tightening up even more. The pressure in my balls was ready to break free and the blood in my veins felt as if it was on fire. I picked up speed as I neared my peak, moving in short, fast strokes. I felt the base of my spine tingle, signalling imminent release, and with a final thrust, I threw my head back, and roared my release. Simultaneously, I felt her pussy pulsate around my cock, as she arched and thrashed around on the bed, our moans and cries mixed together - a chorus of mutual ecstasy.

  Spent and exhausted, I gently pulled out of her and fell heavily to her side as we waited to catch our breath.

  “Damn…your body…” I couldn’t get my words out, still panting wildly.

  As the last of our fatigued breaths died away, I nuzzled into her neck and shoulders, breathing her in. She looked tousled and sated; the feel of her softness and the heady smell of sex was perfect. After a few more moments, I sat up, kissed her cheek and rolled off the bed. Padding to the bathroom, I returned with a warm washcloth.

  “Are you okay, baby? Was I too rough?” I sat on the bed with the washcloth and towel, suddenly worried that I may have hurt her.

  “No way, Julien. That was amazing…I never knew it could be like that.” She smiled softly, her eyes heavy with sleep.

  I took my time, cleaning and drying between her legs and then discarding the towels, I climbed back into bed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her towards me.

  This was all new to me. Normally I’d fuck a woman and then ask her to take the spare room, or ideally,
call her a taxi. For whatever reason, I couldn’t bear to be apart from Ellie - I needed her close to me. She gave a soft sigh of pleasure as our bodies came together seamlessly.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Okay? Mmmm. No. I’m fantastic?”

  “You most certainly are.” I agree with a smug grin. I kissed her forehead. “Happy?”

  “Mmmmmm.”

  “Talkative too, I see, Miss Hartley.”

  She giggled against my chest. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

  “Oh?” I felt a wary apprehension seep into my voice. “Thinking” in my experience was generally a bad idea. I’d known too many women who started talking shit and acting irrationally, right after “thinking” way too much. One of the reasons I tended to avoid emotional attachments - simply safer that way. I worked up the courage to go ahead and ask. “What are you thinking about?”

  She looked up at me, laughing and grinning. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

  “Nothing really…”

  “Nothing?”

  She bit her lip, looking all shy and coy. “Well…I was just wondering when we can do that again…?”

  Fuck. This woman was going to ruin me.

  Ellie

  We pulled up outside the clinic in Julien’s black 911 and he looked at me softly.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Great…just a little tired.” I smiled, giving him a playful poke. The man was a machine in bed, not that I was complaining - although my unused muscles were screaming in protest.

  He smirked at me as I removed my seatbelt. Just about to pull open the door handle, I felt him gripping my arm.

  “I had a wonderful evening…night…and morning with you, Ellie.”

  I looked into his stunningly handsome face and my breath caught at his words. He was due in court today to file some papers and the designer suit he was wearing was a crisp steel gray, with a slightly darker shirt and tie. I glanced at his trousers, which clung to his muscular thighs and his jacket, which stretched across his solid and broad shoulders. He had the chiselled masculinity of a marble God, all angles and strong clean lines apart from the light stubble across his jaw line. How in the world did I ever get so lucky to be with this man – temporary as it may be? I quickly pushed that thought to the back of my mind, determined to enjoy this for however long it lasted. No man had ever affected me so strongly, pushed every button within me that I didn’t even know existed and took me higher than I’d ever thought possible. Whilst he looked at me intently, I sucked in a lungful of air because I’d almost forgotten to breathe. I locked eyes with him, smiling. “I had a wonderful night too, Julien. Thank you.” I felt myself blushing as a flood of memories came through, suddenly feeling shy and overcome in his presence.