by M. S. Parker
Table of Contents
Title Page
Book Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Acknowledgement
About The Author
Club Privé
French Connection Vol. 1
By M.S. Parker
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Belmonte Publishing LLC
Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC.
Book Description
The past year should have been everything I'd ever dreamed. Why, then, did I feel like something was missing?
Things have been quiet for Carrie Summers and her boyfriend, Gavin Manning, since they took down Gavin's business partner for kidnapping and sex trafficking, among other things. Carrie is working as a pro bono lawyer, fighting for abused and exploited people, and Gavin has been hard at work changing Club Privé into a dance club. In all their hard work, however, they've lost the spark between them. Could a trip to the French Rivera be just what they need to bring the life back into their relationship...and their club?
Don't miss the premiere installment of M.S. Parker's Club Privé: French Connection, featuring her first red-hot couple, Carrie and Gavin.
Chapter 1
Carrie
I leaned back in my chair and stretched my arms above my head. My elbows popped, a sensation filled with both tension and release. I rolled my head, trying to loosen the tight muscles in my neck and shoulders. When I'd been a paralegal at Webster and Steinberg, I thought I knew what it was like to have to sit at a desk for hours at a time. Now, after almost a year of running my own pro bono law office, specializing in sexual harassment and sex trafficking cases, I knew just how naïve I'd been. I looked back longingly at eight-hour days.
Not that I was really complaining. I loved my job. I'd been good at divorce law, and there had been a few times when I'd been able to see the good I was doing. But with this, being able to select my own cases and experience the difference I was making in people's lives, I felt like my years of hard work were finally paying off.
Like now, I had this pet project going on. A few months back, a soft-spoken woman came into my Manhattan office and told me her daughter had been tricked into the sex trade. Once I'd gotten the name, I'd known why she'd come to me rather than the cops. Client confidentiality would prevent me from sharing the fact that Robyn Leeds, daughter of the governor, had chosen to trade her body for money. Since my office was just me and my assistant, Zoe Masters, Mrs. Leeds felt she could trust us to be discreet.
I'd found Robyn through a source in the police department when the fifteen-year-old had been picked up in a sting. She hadn't been happy when I'd come to get her, but I'd managed to make her see reason and agree to testify against her “boyfriend,” Little Tino.
Or so I'd thought.
For the past month, I'd kept tabs on Robyn, calling to check in every couple days to see how she was doing. Her parents were notorious for leaving her by herself while they took business trips to the Bahamas. Usually, Robyn was good about answering my calls or at least getting back to me right away if I had to leave a voicemail. This week, however, I called three times and hadn't heard from her at all. I was starting to get worried.
Part of the reason Robyn had let Little Tino talk her into having sex with his friends, and then with strangers, was that she craved being taken care of. With her parents on another of their trips and no one except the housekeeper around, I had a bad feeling she'd gone back to her pimp who was out on bail.
I pressed the intercom. “Zoe, I need to you to keep calling Robyn every hour and tell her to call me. Tell her if I don't hear from her by the end of the day, I'm involving the cops.” I waited for my assistant to agree, but there was only silence. I frowned and tried again. “Zoe?”
When I still didn't get a response, I stood and walked out of my office. Zoe wasn't at her desk. I glanced into the conference room next to my office and found it empty too. There weren't many other places Zoe could be. My office was nice, but not very big. I checked the restroom, wondering if she'd just forgotten to tell me she was taking a break, but she wasn't there either. It wasn't until I glanced at the clock as I headed back to my office that I realized it was almost noon and the morning had rushed by like a speeding train.
I frowned at myself. Zoe always took her lunch from eleven-thirty to twelve-thirty, and I never asked her to let me know when she was going since she always went at the same time. I just usually paid better attention than this.
Just as I reached my office door, I heard the lobby buzzer. I scowled, wondering what idiot couldn't read the hours posted on our lobby sign. I was tempted to ignore it, but that would mean I'd either have to get back to someone or track down a package. I wasn't in the mood to do either.
I walked over to Zoe's desk and hit the front desk intercom. “Yes?”
“UPS delivery, ma'am,” the desk manager said. “He needs a signature.”
“Send him up.” I sighed and closed my eyes.
I was exhausted. Between worrying about Robyn and working on a proposal for Congressman White, as well as trying to sort through the cases that came across my desk, I hadn't slept more than a few hours a night in a couple of months. And it wasn't like anything I was doing could be put aside. It was all too important. Every case had the potential of saving a life. Robyn could be in trouble. And the proposal for the congressman was key in the fight against sex trafficking.
I'd first met Joshua White about six months ago when I'd attended a fund-raiser for sex trafficking awareness. He'd been passionate about the subject and after learning what I did, had asked me to work on a proposal detailing all of the areas in which the law was negligent. I'd finished the document but was still working on the polish. I had a meeting with his assistant tomorrow to present my case, and she would decide if what I had was good enough to pass on to the congressman. It had to be perfect.
The front door opened and I straightened, fixing my best disapproving expression on my face. It wasn't difficult. The man who entered was just a bit above average height, with broad shoulders, but I couldn't see any of his features. They were hidden under the brim of his hat and a pair of dark sunglasses. He kept his head down, so my stern glare was lost on him.
I took the package and scrawled my name on the receipt.
“Thanks,” I said tersely as I handed the clipboard back and tossed the box onto Zoe's desk. I turned to walk into my office when the delivery man spoke.
“Aren't you going to open it?”
I froze. I'd know that voice anywhere. My pulse quickened. There was only one reason I could think of why my boyfriend would be delivering a package while dressed like a UPS man. Desire flared deep inside me. It had been a while since Gavin and I had role-played, and never at my work. I wasn't quite sure what my role was supposed to be, but I knew Gavin would make sure I understood where we were going.
“Do you want me to open it now?” I asked, turning around.
He pulled off the hat and tousled his dark hair. Next came the sunglasses, revealing those deep blue eyes that made me weak in my knees. “Ms. Summers, I think you need to check your package and make sure it's not damaged.”
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nbsp; “Certainly, Mr. Delivery Boy.” I gave him a polite smile and carefully unwrapped the package. I caught my breath as I opened the box, revealing its contents.
Two tiny pieces of rich purple silk were inside. I held up the bra as if inspecting it, and then the panties. They were both easily half the size of what I was wearing at the moment.
“They look fine,” I said with a casual lift to my shoulder.
He took a step toward me. “I think you should try them on, just to be sure.”
“Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow.
He nodded and I saw a hint of a dimple as he tried to keep from smiling. “And, I'll have to carefully examine them to ensure everything's in order.”
“I don't think so.”
The quirk of his lips told me I'd given the right response.
“Ms. Summers, if I delivered a defective package, I could lose my job.” His face went puppy dog, his voice just shy of pleading. “You wouldn't want to be responsible for that, would you?”
I tapped my toe and sighed, then picked up the package and motioned for him to follow me. “You can wait in my office while I change in my private bathroom.”
Gavin followed me, closing the door behind us. He stopped partway into the room and waited.
I made my voice as firm as possible. “Don't touch anything. I'll be right back.”
Once in the bathroom, I quickly stripped off my work clothes and underwear, leaving them in a neat little pile on the edge of the sink. My skin was flushed with arousal as I slid into the tiny panties and then fastened on the bra. Once I was finished, I took a step back to get the full effect in the mirror. I was grateful I’d shaved this morning.
I owned far more lingerie now than I had before I'd met Gavin, and this was definitely one of the sexiest things I'd ever worn. The panties were sheer, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. The bra was not only equally as transparent, but was so low cut that I was pretty sure, if I breathed too hard, my nipples would pop out. It hooked in front and the clasps were covered with a cute little ribbon that fell all the way to my bellybutton.
Just one more thing needed to be done. I usually pinned my hair back at work because many people thought I was younger than twenty-five and, for a lawyer, looking youthful wasn't always a good thing. Now, I pulled the pins out and let my golden curls fall around my shoulders. Gavin liked my hair down.
With a final smile at my reflection, I headed back into my office. Gavin was standing right where I'd left him. I gave myself a moment to appreciate the way the uniform hugged his body, and then I walked out of the bathroom.
His eyes lit up when he saw me, and then darkened with desire, but he didn't break character. “What do you think, Ms. Summers?”
“I think you might need to take a closer look and make sure I didn't miss anything.”
He closed the distance between us in two quick strides, but stopped before our bodies touched. He looked down at me for a moment and I thought he'd give in and kiss me, but he didn't. Instead, he reached out and cupped my breasts, his expression almost clinical. “It appears to contour nicely to your body.”
He ran his thumbs across my nipples, back and forth again and again until I couldn't quite stop myself from moaning.
“Seems the material doesn't detract from sensitivity,” he said matter-of-factly. His palms were hot as they slid down over my ribcage to my hips. “But I better check the panties too, just to be sure.”
His index finger ran along the elastic and I shivered. Goosebumps rose on my skin and he slid his hand around to my ass. The only fabric there was a thin strip that didn't actually cover anything, so it was all skin-on-skin as he squeezed and rubbed, all the while making his way to where the material disappeared between my cheeks. His fingers teased at the crack, then slid further down so that his hand was moving between my legs.
Despite the awkward angle, his fingers managed to brush against the now-soaked crotch of my panties and I swallowed hard.
“Hmm,” he said. His forehead furrowed as a thoughtful expression crossed his face. He removed his hand.
“Is there a problem?” I was trying for innocent, but couldn't deny the breathless quality in my voice.
“Your panties appear to be wet, Ms. Summers.” He circled around me until he was out of my line of sight. An arm snaked around my waist and his fingers danced across my lower abdomen, then dropped lower.
I drew in a sharp breath as his fingers pressed against me through the thin material. He ran them up and down, thoroughly wetting the fabric before pushing it aside. I moaned as his index finger slipped between my lips and I spread my legs, giving him the room he needed to work.
“Why, Ms. Summers.” His breath was hot against my ear. “I believe I may have found the problem.” The tip of his finger circled my entrance, teasing but not penetrating. “There seems to be a leak. I may need to plug it up. What do you think?”
I smiled and nodded mutely, my eyes closing as I silently willed him to touch me where I needed it. All of the tension of the day was a giant ball inside me and I knew if he could make me come, it'd all fade away.
Fingers lightly pinched my nipple and I cried out as a jolt of pleasure went through me.
“I asked you a question.” Gavin's voice was low, taking on the authoritative tone that brought another rush of juices flooding south. He hadn't used that tone in a long time. “Do you think I should do something about this little problem we have?”
“Yes, please.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before his finger was sliding into me.
“Shit,” I breathed. I pressed down on his hand, desperate for friction on my throbbing clit.
Gavin's arm wrapped around my waist, holding me still. He made a disapproving sound. “No, Ms. Summers. You need to stay put.”
Stay put? How in the world did he expect me to be still when his finger moved so slowly? I was certain I'd go crazy before I could orgasm. Before I could ask, or even think of how to say the words, his hand shifted and a second finger joined the first. He wasn't exactly being rough, but he wasn't gentle either as he thrust his fingers into me over and over. Then his heel pressed against my clit and I grabbed onto his arm, my nails digging into his flesh.
“Yes!” I cried out as his hand moved, pushing against all the right places. My body was on fire, burning from the inside out, and I could feel my climax approaching.
“Come on, baby,” he said. His teeth scraped over the shell of my ear. “Come for me. Make those panties even wetter.”
He pressed his lips against the spot where my shoulder and neck met, then bit down. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to push me over the edge.
I pressed my lips together to hold in a scream as I came. I'd never been a screamer until I'd started fucking Gavin. Now, my body shook as pleasure coursed through me as well as from the effort to keep my love noises inside. It had been weeks, maybe months, since I'd come that hard. He held me upright, his fingers working me as high as I could go and then beyond, almost until pleasure became pain, and then he stopped. His hand slid out from between my legs and he turned me so that I was facing my desk.
“Now, Ms. Summers, look what you've done.”
My chest was heaving as I drew in deep breaths, each one threatening to make my breasts burst free of their silken confines. Gavin put his hand on my back and applied pressure, telling me without words what he wanted me to do. I complied, leaning over my desk, resting on my elbows.
“I think you owe me for pleasuring you,” he said. He ran his hands over my back and sides, then underneath me to squeeze my breasts. “What do you think?”
I wasn't sure I could speak, but I managed a single word. “Yes.”
“And what do you think you should give me to show your gratitude for a job well done?” Gavin's fingers teased my nipples, the fabric between them almost chafing on the sensitive flesh.
“Anything,” I gasped. Nobody knew my body the way he did. “Anything you want.”
His fingers pulled my panties to one side, dragging across my still wet skin. I moaned but didn't move from where Gavin wanted me. The moan turned into a surprised yelp as he roughly shoved his fingers inside me. My head fell forward as he thrust at least two of them into me.
“Fuck.” I closed my eyes. He hadn't been that forceful with me in months. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it.
“Fuck? Is that what you want?” His free hand managed to unsnap the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts.
“Yes,” I answered immediately. I pushed back against his hand. “Please.”
“Please what?”
He loved making me say what I wanted, tell him how it felt having him inside me. I understood it. He could say anything and it would make me wet.
“Please fuck me,” I begged.
“If you insist, Ms. Summers.”
His fingers slipped out, leaving me empty and wanting. I heard the sound of a zipper and then, he was pushing into my pussy. My muscles trembled as my body stretched to accommodate him. Even with foreplay, it was a tight fit, and his cock filled me completely, reaching places no one but him had ever reached before.
He buried himself with a groan, his hands sliding under me to cup my breasts. He gave me a moment, waiting for the muscles surrounding him to stop their fluttering. No matter how many times we did this, that first penetration never got old. And then he began to move, pulling back until he was nearly out and then slamming forward, sending near-painful pleasure coursing through me as his cock sank deeply to the root.
When I'd first seen him naked, I hadn't been sure it was possible for him to fit inside me, and it wasn't a naivety thing of not understanding how biology worked. He was huge. But it wasn't size alone that made him a magnificent lover. He knew what he was doing and, from moment one, I'd known we'd been made for each other.
I cried out as he drove into me and it was all I could do to brace myself on the desk. His hands squeezed my breasts, then began to play with my nipples. His long fingers were talented, knowing just the right way to roll and pull. He'd once made me climax from my nipples alone, something I hadn't thought was possible until he'd taken me to bed. Now, it added to the other sensations I was feeling until my entire body was like a single live nerve.
