When Ben sets me down, I’m struck by his handsomeness. Seriously, it’s almost criminal for a man to look this good. His dark chestnut brown hair is slicked back, a pair of black Wayfarer sunglasses cover his eyes and his matching black t-shirt stretches tightly across his defined chest. Reaching up, I cup his cheeks and run my fingers through the beard Ben has started to grow.
“I really like this,” I say, leaning forward to brush my lips against his.
“Think about how it’ll feel between your legs,” he murmurs suggestively as he waggles his eyebrows.
A giggle escapes my lips because Ben has turned me into a lovestruck teenager. “Thank you so much for bringing me here. It must have cost a fortune though.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he says firmly. His hand is firm against the small of my back as he leads me inside the hotel and over to the front desk. While he checks us in, I turn in slow circles, gawping at the elegance surrounding me. Mirrors and marble - oh my!
“Ready?” Ben asks turning back to me.
“This is too much,” I tell him as we make our way to the hotel elevators. “I was expecting like a Hilton or something.”
His lips tip up into a lopsided, but satisfied, smile. “Nothing is ever too much for you,” he says, his voice a seductive purr.
When we enter the elevator, Ben presses the button for the fifth, and top, floor and then turns his heated gaze on me. He stalks his way forward, pinning me against the lush interior of the car. He dips his head and brushes his lips against mine, softly.
“I love you,” he whispers before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his body. His lips crash down on mine again in a searing kiss that weakens my knees and sends my heart racing. He’s hard against me as I pull him closer, needing more him, more of our connection.
And then the elevator comes to a stop with a polite ding as the doors to the car slide open.
“Saved by the bell,” Ben growls as he leads me from the elevator to our room.
Correction. He leads us to our suite.
I’m standing at the threshold of our room, my jaw open, when I’m lifted off my feet. My arms wrap around Ben’s neck as he scoops me into his arms. He carries me into the room straight to the balcony with its doors wide open, revealing the most breathtaking view I’ve ever seen.
“Oh Ben,” I breath out. Lush green treetops below us and straight ahead, the Eiffel Tower. My hands grasp the black iron railing as I stare with wonder at the massive structure. How did I end up here?
Warm hands slide around my waist and a soft kiss is placed on my neck. Ben. He’s the reason. He’s made so many of my dreams come true and given me new ones.
“Have you seen enough?” He asks.
I hum because I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this view. But for the next few days, I’ll have it all to myself.
“Sure,” I say at last.
Ben slips his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and brushes against my soaked panties. “Good because this is all you’re going to see of Paris for at least the next twenty-four hours.”
2
Ben
Igrab Milly’s hand and lead her back into our suite. The room is a bit extravagant, even for my taste, but we’re celebrating the renewal of her visitor’s visa. Plus, the view of the Eiffel Tower from is absolutely insane.
There’s chocolate covered strawberries set out and the finest champagne chilling but it all can wait. What can’t wait is my need for Milly. Paris isn’t just the City of Lights, it’s the city of romance.
“Take off your clothes, sweetheart,” I command as I tug my t-shirt over my head.
“Well, that’s not very romantic,” she teases as she reaches for one of the strawberries.
“Don’t sass me, Milly,” I scold her while she takes a defiant bite of the strawberry. As she smirks, juice runs down her chin. I take a step forward and lick it away. “Delicious. Now take off your fucking clothes.”
She rolls her eyes but there’s a devilish grin on her lips as she pulls her shirt over her head and then starts to unfasten her jeans. Milly is stunning in and out of clothes. Her curves were made for my hands and her mass of brown hair is the perfect fistful. But it’s the sweet smile and big blue eyes that gut me everytime I look at her.
Enthralled, I watch as piece by piece all of Milly is revealed. And she’s been hiding things from me.
“Wait,” I say, holding up a hand once she’s kicked off her jeans. “What have we got here?”
