by Sandi Lynn
“Go ahead. I’ll get the champagne.”
I popped the cork and poured us each a glass with the hopes we’d be drinking it in the bedroom. Obviously, Anna, had the same thing on her mind, because when I looked up, she stood across the living room in just her bra and lace panties.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She smiled.
“No.” I grinned. “I definitely don’t mind. Not at all.” I slowly walked towards her as my cock rapidly rose to the occasion.
Her body was a wonderland, just as I fantasized about. She was sexy as fuck and I couldn’t wait to devour every inch of her. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her into me, and softly brushed my lips against hers. There was no way in hell I was rushing this, no matter how badly my cock throbbed. We stood there, our lips locked together as our tongues intercepted and found their way to each other. I took my hand and softly ran it down her torso, feeling the softness of her skin and rock-hard abs as it made its way down the front of her panties. She was freshly shaven and already wet, which heightened my excitement. I dipped my finger inside her and she gasped as my tongue stroked the flesh of her neck.
As I explored her, her fingers fumbled with my belt and then my pants as she successfully took them down. I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing until she came. I would make sure she had multiple orgasms tonight. Her hand wrapped around the shaft of my hard cock and I moaned while my lips traveled to her cleavage. I couldn’t wait to see her tits out of that black lace bra she was wearing. The more I explored her, the more she moved her hand up and down me. She was skilled at giving a hand job and I was already about to come.
“Anna,” I whispered. “You have to stop. I’m going to come.”
She quickly released her hand and let out a loud moan as she came. I removed my finger and ran it up her torso as I undid her bra with my other hand. Fuck. She was perfect. I tossed her bra on the floor, stepped out of my pants, quickly tore off my shirt, and swooped her up and took her into the bedroom. I laid her on the bed, and after devouring her breasts, my mouth traveled down her wonderland of a body and to her pussy, which was dripping in wetness. I took it all in and explored every inch of her below the waist. She threw her head back in pleasure as delightful moans escaped her.
“Oh god,” she repeated over and over again. “Yes. Holy shit, yes! Whatever you’re doing down there, don’t stop because I’m going to come again.”
She grasped the comforter in her hands and howled while her body tightened, and I felt her warmth on my lips. I stood up and looked around.
“Shit. My pants are in the other room. Stay exactly how you are.” I pointed at her.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I can’t move at the moment.” She grinned.
I ran to the living area, grabbed my pants that were on the floor, and took out my wallet, removing a condom from it. Quickly tearing the corner with my teeth, I took it from the package and rolled it over my harder-than-ever cock. I walked back into the bedroom and hovered over Anna as I softly kissed her lips.
“Now, where were we?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I do believe you were going to fuck me.” She grinned.
“Ah, that’s right,” I spoke as I thrust inside her.
We both let out a sound as I slowly pushed into her, inch by inch until I was buried deep inside. Our lips met again, locked in a passionate deep kiss as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Her nails dug into my back as I picked up the pace and soft moans escaped her lips. I halted and rolled on my back as I brought her on top of me. She rode me for a while, and damn, she was amazing. I brought her down to me, kissed her beautiful mouth, and rolled her on her back to finish the job. An orgasm tore through her as the sensation in my cock built stronger and stronger until I could no longer hold it. One swift thrust and I exploded.
I rolled onto my back and tried to catch my breath. Looking over at her, I saw she had a grin across her face. I smiled back, removed the condom, and tossed it in the trash can next to the bed.
“Stay here tonight,” I spoke as I stroked her arm and she laid her head on my chest.
“I’m actually going to take you up on that offer because I’m too tired to even try to get out of this bed. What time do you need to leave tomorrow?”
“I need to leave the hotel around eleven a.m. So that’ll give us time to have breakfast before I go.”
“Sounds good. Good night, Wes.”
“Good night, Anna.”
Chapter Four
Anna
I lay there with my head resting on his muscular chest as I listened to the soft beats of his heart. I had never in my life experienced sex the way I did with him. He was a master and a god, and my body was still in shock. Shit. I sat up and grabbed my phone.
“What are you doing? I thought you were sleeping,” Wes spoke.
“I have to call my dad. Just be quiet, okay?” I smiled as I turned on the lamp.
“Sure.” He laughed.
“Anna Renae Young!” he shouted as he answered. “What the hell is going on?”
“Dad, I’m sorry, and in case you’re wondering, I’m fine.”
“Well, I’m glad someone is. Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“Yes, I am fully aware of what I’ve done. I put my happiness before anyone else’s.”
“Even at twenty-seven years old, you manage to make my blood pressure rise. Aren’t you even going to ask how Matthew is doing?”
“I was just getting to that. How is he?”
“He’s pissed, humiliated, and hurt! That’s how he is, and he doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Okay. Then he doesn’t have to talk to me. I didn’t love him, Dad. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it’s my life. He didn’t make me happy.”
“No one will ever make you happy, Anna.”
“Did you really want me to marry a man I wasn’t in love with?” I asked in a stern voice.
“Matthew is a good man with a promising future, and you treat him like he’s scum on the bottom of your shoe. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“The only thing I’m ashamed of is almost settling because I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“Well, you ended up disappointing me again, Anna, and I’m afraid that I can’t have unreliable people working at my company. Whenever you decide to come back, you won’t have a job.”
I swallowed hard, even though I was prepared for this.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Dad. But look on the bright side. You lost a daughter and gained a son. I hope you and Matthew are happy together.”
I pushed the end button on my phone and gently set it down.
“Anna,” Wes softly spoke as he reached over and placed his hand on my back.
“Hey, it’s all good. I was prepared for this.” I took in a deep breath as I fought to hold back the tears.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke.
I took in another deep breath and then let a smile cross my face as I leaned over and brought my face to his.
“I’m up for another round if you are?”
“Definitely.” His lips met mine as his arms wrapped around me.
I awoke to someone knocking on the door. When I opened my eyes, I saw Wes wasn’t next to me. Slipping on the hotel robe, I walked out into the living area, where breakfast had been delivered and set up.
“Good morning.” Wes smiled. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Good morning. I’m starving. What did you do, order the entire breakfast menu?” I asked as I stared at all the silver platters with lids over them.
“I didn’t know what you liked. So I got us scrambled eggs, pancakes, French toast, eggs benedict, bagels, yogurt, fresh fruit, croissants, and coffee and tea,” he said as he lifted each lid.
“Well, to be brutally honest, I like all of it. Let’s dig in.” I grinned as I sat down.
He took the seat to my left and we shared a scrumptious breakfast.
“How lo
ng are you staying in Paris?” he asked.
“I’ll be here about a week.” I smiled as I bit into my bagel.
“Are you going to be okay here by yourself?”
“Of course. Why? Do you want to stay and keep me company?” A smirk crossed my lips.
“Don’t tempt me. I would love to, but I need to get back to the States. Work calls.” He picked up his phone and looked at the time. “I really need to go get ready. I have to leave soon.”
He got up from the table and I finished my breakfast. When I was done, I walked into the bedroom and grabbed my clothes and my purse.
“Thank you for dinner, breakfast, and the amazing sex.” I smiled as I stuck out my hand to him.
He stood in front of me and placed his hand in mine. My heart started to rapidly beat.
“It was my pleasure, Anna,” he spoke as he brought my hand up to his lips. “Good luck with everything. I hope whatever your next adventure is, it works out for you.”
I gave him a heartfelt smile as I slowly removed my hand from his and began walking towards the door. I stopped for a moment and turned around.
“It was really nice to meet you, Wes.”
“It was nice to meet you too, Anna.”
I walked out of his room and over to mine. The moment I stepped inside, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I’d done the walk of shame plenty of times, but this one was different. I pulled my phone from my purse and facetimed Franco.
“Anna,” he sleepily answered. “Everything okay?”
“I need to talk to you. It’s important!”
He turned on his bedroom light and put on his black-rimmed glasses.
“Oh. Who’s that?” I smiled as I caught a glimpse of a man lying next to him.
Franco got out of bed and went into the living room.
“That’s Thaddeus. We met at the airport. Don’t ask.”
“Oh. So I guess we both did the walk of shame together.”
“What are you talking about? Did you sleep with someone there already?”
“Franco, I have no words. He was the best sex I’d ever had. I had multiple orgasms. I didn’t think it was possible, and he is so sexy.”
“Way to go, Anna banana. Fucking a sexy Frenchman. You make me proud to call you my BFF.”
“He’s not French. He’s American and he was here on business. Unfortunately, he’s on his way to the airport now to go home.”
“And where is home for this sexy American who gave you multiple orgasms?”
“I don’t know. I told him not to tell me. I didn’t want to know a thing about him. I’m storing this as a memory. One night in Paris with a sexy American that I met while I was supposed to be on my honeymoon.”
“Did you at least get his name?”
“Wes.”
“Wes what?” he asked.
“I didn’t want to know that either. It happened, he’s gone, and I’m going to enjoy the rest of my vacation alone. By the way, I talked to my dad. He fired me.”
“What? Are you serious? He can’t do that. You’re his daughter.”
“Good thing I moved my money, just in case.”
“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, but you’re better off.”
“I know I am.” I gave him a soft smile. “Listen, go back to your boy toy and I’ll see you in a week.”
Chapter Five
Wes
My trip was pretty boring until I met Anna. Figures we’d meet on my last night in Paris. At least we shared one night together. A night I wouldn’t forget any time soon. She captivated me, and it had been a long time since any woman had done that. I’d slept with a lot of women. Women who only seemed to care about my money. Anna didn’t seem that way, but then again, she didn’t know who I really was. After I landed, I went home to my Park Avenue penthouse and set my suitcase on the bed. When I opened it, I found a pair of Anna’s panties with a note pinned to them.
“Just a small reminder of our one night together. Thank you. Sincerely, Anna.”
A smile crossed my lips as I held them up. My cock started to twitch, so I tucked them in my drawer as a reminder of her. Damn it. I should have stayed another day or two, but I couldn’t. I needed to be back for an important meeting, one I couldn’t afford to miss. Plus, why make things more difficult.
The next morning, as I approached my office, I could tell something was off with Chrissy, my personal assistant.
“Welcome back, Wes. I need to speak with you.”
“Of course. Come into my office.”
I walked in and set my briefcase down while Chrissy took a seat across from my desk.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to come right out with it. I’m giving you two weeks’ notice.”
“Why?” I asked with surprise as I cocked my head at her.
“Now that Tom and I are divorced, I decided to move back home to Seattle to be with my family. I really hate doing this to you, but I can’t stay in the same state as him any longer.”
“I understand.” I folded my hands. “Do you have a job lined up there?”
“No.” She looked down. “I’m going to look when I get there.”
“You were a great personal assistant and it’s going to be very hard to fill your shoes. I can make a few calls to my contacts in Seattle and see if I can get you a job.” I smiled.
“Really?” She looked up at me.
“Yeah. Give me a day or two and I’ll let you know.”
“Thanks, Wes. Again, I’m sorry to do this to you.”
“Don’t worry about it. You have to take care of you. I understand why you have to leave.” I gave her a small smile as I got up from behind my desk and walked over to her. “It’s going to be very hard to replace you.” I gave her a light hug.
I felt bad for her. She was a woman in her mid-forties and an attractive one at that. She had been married to her husband for twenty-one years before she found out about his mistress and the affair that had been going on for the past three years. I didn’t blame her for wanting to move away, not one bit. I sighed as she walked out and shut the door. Picking up my phone, I called down to human resources to let them know and to find me a replacement for when she left.
“Welcome home, Wes.” Christopher, my friend and vice president, grinned as he walked into my office.
“Thanks, Christopher.”
“How was Paris?”
I stared at him with a wide grin splayed across my face.
“What?” His eye steadily narrowed at me.
“I had the best one-night stand of my life my last night there.”
“Do tell.” A sly smile crossed his lips.
“Her name is Anna and she is the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met. She was staying in the suite next to mine. We had dinner together and then spent the night in my room.”
“Did you get her number?”
“Nah.” I leaned back in my chair. “I’ll never see her again. She was on her honeymoon.” I smirked.
“Wait. What?” He lightly shook his head.
“She left her fiancé at the altar. Took one look at him walking down the aisle and then bolted and flew to Paris.”
“Damn, Wes. Sounds to me like she has some problems.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “At least she knew what she didn’t want. You have to give her credit for that. She called her father while we were together, and they had a huge blow-up. I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying, but it was something about her disappointing him again.”
“She sounds like a rebel to me,” Christopher spoke.
“Perhaps. I have no idea where she’s from or where she’s going to go. But the one thing I can tell you is that I can’t stop thinking about her. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”
“It was probably best you left it the way you did. You didn’t tell her who you were or what you did, did you?”
“No. She only knows me as Wes.”
“Gotta love those one-night stands. Sometimes they can really leave a mark on us. Well, you had a night of great sex and fun. At least you don’t have to worry about her using you for your money and status.” He smirked.
He left my office as I turned my chair around and stared out into the busy streets of New York City and thought about the little gift she left me in my suitcase.
Chapter Six
Anna
I landed in New York City, and when I went to get my luggage, I saw Franco standing there waiting for me with a smile on his face.
“Bonjour, Madame.” He held out his arms.
“It’s so good to see you.” I smiled as I hugged him.
“How was Paris besides fucking the sexy American?”
“It was nice. I did a lot of shopping.” I grinned.
Franco grabbed my luggage and we headed to his car. When we arrived at his Tribeca apartment on West Broadway, he took my luggage upstairs and into my bedroom, the one he had designated mine since the day he moved in, and the one I stayed in every time I came to visit him. I threw myself on the queen-size bed and he lay next to me, grabbing my hand and holding it tight.
“I’m so happy you’re here to stay, Anna.”
“Me too.” I glanced over at him with a smile.
“I hate to ask this, but have you talked to Matthew at all?”
“No. I haven’t.”
“You know that you need to put closure on this situation,” he spoke.
“I know and I tried to call him, but he blocked my number. So then I went on his Facebook page and he blocked me there too. I called his office phone and Sam, his secretary, told me that he told her if I called, she is not to put me through. You’re the only one who will understand why I did what I did. You’re the only family I have left.”
Franco Stiles and I had been best friends since the moment we laid eyes on each other in the ninth grade at boarding school. His six-foot stature, perfect black hair, and dreamy brown eyes captured my attention. I greeted him with flirty eyes, and right off the bat, he told me he was gay. Of course he was. After we graduated, we both attended Harvard University, where I obtained an MBA and he graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Art. He was born with a gift and talent for fashion and was now the proud owner of Stiles Designs.
