They arrived at the concert just in time, Kendra was pleased to discover that the concert hall was more like a bar. They had a nice table to themselves and there was even a dance floor. Kendra loved to dance and she was pretty good. Most of her dancing had been done alone at home with the radio, but she hoped that would change tonight.
Once the band got started, she and Remy spent more time on the dance floor than at the table. Kendra hadn’t ever really danced with a man. The few high school dances she had attended had been nothing like this. The music was great and dancing with Remy was a real turn on.
She could see other women looking at him and found herself jealous. Jealously was not a feeling she was used to. Mark had not been one to inspire looks from women, so this was a new experience for Kendra. When the next slow song came on she didn’t hesitate to let Remy pull her close and nuzzle her neck. Besides making it clear who he belonged to, it was sending delicious little tremors of desire radiating from her middle.
By the end of the night, Kendra and Remy had danced, talked and laughed. They had both enjoyed the concert but when it was over, Kendra knew that she would have to make a decision. Remy was sure to invite her to his apartment and if she went, they would surly end up in bed. But she knew deep down that come what may she was going to say “yes” when he asked.
As they were walking to the car, Remy put his arms around her, pulled her close and whispered in her ear. “Will you come home with me? We can have a bite to eat and watch the sun come up.”
“That sounds nice.” She said, snuggling closer.
After they dropped Margot and Greta off, Remy headed for his apartment. It would be a bit of a drive since he lived on the other side of the city. He decided that now would be a good time to address his reputation and all that she had probably heard.
“So, I know you’ve probably heard some things about me. I have a pretty bad reputation, or used to have. Although there can’t be too many rumors flying since I haven’t been around much lately.”
“Well, I did hear a few things, but I also heard that you haven’t been seen with anyone in a while either.”
“Yeah, that’s true. I want to explain all that to you, if you want to hear it, that is.”
“Go ahead.” She said. Hoping that what he had to say would eliminate some of her fears.
Remy went on to tell her all the ugly truth about his past. He had started sleeping with the maids when he was only 16. From there he had gone on to sleep with one woman after another. It was easy, he was rich and handsome. Woman threw themselves at him and he accepted what they offered.
He might occasionally keep one around for a while, but they never could offer him what he was looking for, so he moved on. Then he met Bridget. She had been different, had seemed resistant to his charms and money. She had money of her own so his meant nothing. The more she ignored him, the harder he chased her.
When she finally let him catch her, he fell hard. The romance lasted almost three months, the longest he had ever been with a single woman. He planned to marry Bridget, she was perfect. Beautiful, smart, and connected. Everything he thought he wanted in a wife. Then she dumped him, in public, quite loudly.
He had been devastated and responded by sleeping with more women, picking them up where ever he could. Eventually, no decent woman would even talk to him, so he started visiting some of the seedier places in Paris, picking up women of less than great character. Then one morning he woke up in hotel room, which reeked of sex and alcohol. There was a woman in the bed with him but he had no recollection of where he had met her.
He still felt drunk, but couldn’t remember what he had been drinking last night. On the table in the room he saw the answer. There was a collection of bottles, most of which were mostly empty. Besides the woman in the bed, there was another body sprawled on the couch. His head spinning, he barely made it to the bathroom before he vomited. He stumbled into the shower, hoping that cold water would sober him up.
After a long twenty minutes in the shower, he felt sober enough to drive home. Probably not safely, but he’d had to get out of here. Once home, he looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked to discover that he looked ten years older and felt it as well. Thinking back over the night before, he realized that he was out of control.
He’d made himself a promise, right then and there, no more partying. It turned out to be more difficult than he thought. Several times he’d fallen off the wagon because of peer pressure. It became clear to him that the only way to break this cycle was to get some distance from his old life. He needed to create a new one.
When his trust fund came through, he took his sisters advice and dedicated his life to Community service. While there were many great charities in Paris, he knew that leaving would give him the space to get his head together and grow up a little.
By the time he finished his story, they had arrived at his house. Kendra was quiet as they made their way up to his apartment. His story had made sense. The man she knew, was just finding his way.
At the door, Kendra put her hand on Remy’s arm, “Thank you for sharing that. I know it’s difficult to tell someone about your worst times, but I think I understand you a bit better now.”
“I thought it was something you should know. If this thing between us goes where I think it’s going, someone is sure to flaunt my bad reputation, to try and hurt you. People can be mean.” He said.
Stretching on her tip toes, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Chapter 4
Remy’s apartment was not what she expected. It was filled with antiques but not the gaudy pieces so commonly seen in Paris. Instead, they were pieces that were beautiful as well as comfortable. It was clear that he spent time in his home and had a love of comfort. The couch in the living room was big enough to sleep on, with plush velvet cushions, which promised comfort. His television was mounted on the wall opposite the couch but the rest of the room was all windows, offering a spectacular view of Paris.
Kendra followed Remy into the kitchen, a wonder of chrome and glass. The cabinets were glass fronted and perfectly organized, a fact Kendra appreciated. The double refrigerator matched the stove and dishwasher in perfect chrome elegance. One entire wall was filled with several ovens and an indoor grill. In Kendra’s mind she had died and gone to heaven. Never had she imagined such a kitchen in a private home.
Remy explained that when he had bought the place the kitchen had just been part of the deal. He hadn’t really cared about even having one, his parties were always catered and he didn’t cook for himself then. Now he was happy that the kitchen was here. It had every gadget and utensil a gourmet cook could ever need.
They decided to make omelets, which were quick and easy. Kendra chopped some onions, green peppers and mushrooms, while Remy shredded cheese and got the eggs ready. There was fresh squeezed juice in the fringe and wonderful croissants from the corner patisserie to round out the meal.
Remy suggested they take their food to the balcony to watch the sunrise while they ate. When Kendra stepped through the door, what she saw took her breath away. The balcony ran the entire length of the building and was about 6 feet wide. Its size was exceptional but that was not the most striking thing. Every available space was filled with something green. There were pots and planters from one end to the other.
Right in the middle was the most adorable swing. It was big enough to lie down on, the cushions deep and soft. Remy led her to the swing, carrying both their plates. Once seated the view of the building next door was obscured by three huge lemon trees, complete with dozens of ripe lemons. The sky was just beginning to lighten as they ate their omelets in silence.
The balcony was a restful place to be. With the plants creating the impression that you were all alone in the world. Kendra found herself beginning to relax, it had been a fun evening but she had worked a full shift that day and exhaustion was beginning to set in.
Remy took their plates to the kitchen, then joined her in the swing once a
gain. The sun was just beginning to crest over the lemon trees. The silence had been comfortable while they had been eating but now Kendra was very aware of how close Remy was. She could feel the heat of his leg where it pressed against hers.
Remy took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm, sending shivers of desire coursing through her body. She understood that he was asking a silent question. In lieu of an answer, she threaded her finger through his thick dark hair and pulled him down into a kiss. She used her tongue to part his lips and explored his mouth, much as he had hers, the other night.
Remy responded by pulling her onto his lap, a low growl in this throat. Having been given permission he let his hands rove over her body, igniting Kendra to a level of need she had never felt before. She could feel the wetness spreading in her panties and felt a throbbing need there.
As if reading her mind, Remy put her on her feet and in one fluid move stripped her dress off. Standing in her barely there bra and panties, Kendra had never felt so powerful. The desire in Remy’s eyes was clear, his quick intake of breath only verified what she already knew. The realization that he wanted her as much as she wanted him only intensified her desire.
Remy pulled her between his legs, unfastened her bra and took one of her hard nipples in his mouth. The pleasure was so intense it nearly knocked Kendra’s knees, wrapping her arms around his head to steady herself she let out a moan of pure pleasure. Remy used his teeth to tease the tip until it was rock hard, while with his other hand, he used his thumb and finger to gently squeeze the other nipple.
It was all Kendra could do not to cry out with pleasure. Never had a man been able to take her to these heights this quickly. Before she could form any more coherent thoughts, the hand that had been teasing her nipple, roamed across and down her stomach to the band of her panties. Remy paused there for just a second and Kendra growled in protest.
He slid his hand into her panties and cupped her with his hand, his finger just teasing her opening. Kendra rubbed against his hand wanting his fingers inside her. Finally, with a low growl he plunged his finger into her wet, slick opening, sending her spiraling into a world where only his finger mattered. As he thrust his finger in and out in a rhythm that drove her wild, he released her nipple and bent her down for a kiss. With both his finger and his tongue, Remy drove her until she climaxed with a power that shook them both.
“Oh, my God, Remy,” She said, as the waves of pleasure began to recede.
“I need to be inside you now.” Remy said, reaching for her hips and pulling her panties off.
“Not until you’re as naked as I am. I need to feel your skin.” She said reaching down to unbutton his shirt.
Before she could get his shirt off, he had removed his pants and underwear. She stood in front of him for just a minute, enjoying the sight. He was all muscle, tanned to a golden color that absorbed the sunlight and made him glow.
Leaning in she stroked her hands across his chest, loving the feel of the hard muscles underneath. She let one of her hands trail down his chest to his groin. She wrapped her hand around his erect penis, it was hard and pulsing, yet smooth and silky. She was entertaining the thought of finding out how it tasted, when with a low growl he pulled her hand away.
“You do that for much longer and this will all be over, and that would be a shame.” He said, putting his hands firmly on her hips.
Pulling her toward him, she straddled his hips. She could feel his the tip of his penis rubbing against her clitoris, as he rocked her hips, teasing them both. Finally he could stand it no more. In one motion he pulled her down as he thrust his hips up, burying himself deeply inside her wet, hot vagina.
Kendra took every inch of him deep inside her, feeling every inch rubbing against her swollen flesh. Instinct took over and she rode him, Remy guiding her hips up and down. Throwing her head back with the pleasure of his hardness filling her up, she arched her back, allowing Remy deeper inside her.
Just when Kendra thought she would explode with pleasure, Remy slid his hand between them. Finding that most sensitive spot with his thumb, he began to rub, as he continued to thrust into her. Kendra had become nothing more than a bundle of nerve endings.
Kendra was close to orgasm when Remy reached up with his other hand and massaged her breast, she could feel the crest. When he took the nipple in his mouth and gently grazed it with his teeth, Kendra was lost as wave after wave of pure pleasure engulfed her body.
As Kendra’s muscles gripped Remy in wave after wave of spasms, he too let go and came with a force that only increased Kendra’s pleasure. Kendra collapsed on Remy with a final cry, completely spent. Both were unable to move for long minutes while their breathing returned to normal, and the use of their limbs returned.
“I never thought the balcony would be the most romantic place we could have made love for the first time, but I think it was perfect.” He said, gently pulling her off his lap. “But it’s getting a little cold out here. I have a perfectly good bed inside.”
“Mmm, okay.” Kendra said, letting him help her to her feet.
Making their way to the bedroom was a little difficult since Remy didn’t want to let go of Kendra, afraid this amazing woman was just a dream. The power of their love making had been incredible. Never had he felt anything like that before, if truth be told he could take her again right now. But he knew how exhausted she was, so they snuggled down into his big bed and fell asleep.
Remy would only be able to resist Kendra for a few hours before he would awaken her with kisses. Happy to be awoken this way, Kendra responded gladly. They had the entire day and night together, there was plenty of time for sleep.
*****
Later that evening, they were out on the balcony, snuggled up on the swing. Kendra felt languid and spent, but happier than she had ever been. While not making love or sleeping, they had been talking. They had discovered that while their childhoods had been different, they did have things in common.
Remy loved his family as fiercely as she did hers. It was one of the reasons he was willingly giving up his life to run the family business when the time came. They liked the same books and their taste in music was similar. It was a relief to Kendra to find that they shared some common likes, she was beginning to fall in love with Remy and knowing that there was more to their attraction than just sex was soothing to the intellectual part of her mind.
She still worried that the old Remy would resurface in a few weeks, done with her and their romance. Since she hadn’t known that old person, she had no idea how different the new one was.
“You know you’re the first woman I’ve ever brought home.” Remy mused, his hand stroking her arm.
“But didn’t you say you’ve slept with lots of women.” Kendra hated to keep bringing up his past, but he had opened up the conversation, and she was curious.
“Yeah, that true. But I never brought a single one of them here, we’d always go to their house or a hotel. This is my sanctuary, at the time I didn’t see it that way, just knew that I wanted this space to be mine alone.” He said.
“So you never brought anyone here, even Bridget?” Kendra asked.
“I got this place after Bridget left me. Her imprint was all over my other place so I just had to move. Maybe that’s why I never brought anyone here. In a way she did me a favor.” He continued.
“Really?”
“Well, I’ve always loved my plants, it’s been a secret passion of mine since I was in my teens. I hid it because most of my former friends would have been horrified to find that I like playing in the dirt. But, when I bought this place I had the balcony lengthened to give me room to garden and since no one comes here it’s stayed my little secret.” He said.
“Well, that's a perk of being rich, secret gardens in the sky. But let me tell you, your secret garden is about the most romantic place in Paris. Especially at night.” Kendra said with a laugh, snuggling closer.
“It’s never seemed romantic to me, but now that
you’re here, it’s taken on another life. Somehow, I think I was making it for you. I just didn’t know it then. ” Remy said, gesturing to the balcony.
“Well, I’m glad you wanted to share it with me. It’s wonderful.” Kendra said, reaching up to kiss him.
They spent the rest of the evening enjoying the beauty of his plants and the fine weather. As the sun began to set, it got colder on the balcony and they moved inside. Back in bed, they shared a cold dinner of fruit, bread, cheese and a fine white wine. Although it was a simple meal, sharing it with Remy in his big bed, with the lights of Paris shining through the wall to wall windows, made it the best dinner she had ever eaten.
As the lights on the balcony clicked on, it occurred to Kendra that some of his plants wouldn’t be able to survive winter in Paris.
“What happens to your plants in winter? They don’t all look like they could survive the cold.” She asked.
“Every fall a crew comes and packs up anything that can’t survive the winter and puts it in a greenhouse. Last year the lemon trees almost wouldn’t fit through the door, I’m not sure what will happen this year. I might have to keep heaters on them all winter.” He explained.
“Wow, that’s not at all what I imagined. I had pictured them all spending the winter in the house.” She said, having a difficult time envisioning spending all that money on moving plants.
“I know, now it seems a little extravagant. I’ve seen children starving, or so sick they are near death. As much as I love them, I may give them up. I’ll only grow what can survive left outside, I just haven’t been able to take that step yet. There’s still a few more months of summer, then I’ll have to decide.”
“Maybe you should buy a house with a yard, then you could have your own greenhouse.” She suggested.
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