by Autumn Grey
“You know I can’t resist when you seduce me with words like that.” I kissed her elegant neck as she moved her head to the side, giving me better access. “I promised Adrien I would drive him to school today. And I’m sure Adele is eager to start her day,” I murmured against her skin. Would it be too much to drag her from this room and take her with me so I could have her any time? She would probably think I was an oversexed Neanderthal.
Her forehead creased slightly, but cleared fast when she caught me staring at her. She cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact.
“What is it, Selene?”
“Um . . . it’s nothing really.” She tried to wiggle out of my arms. I pulled her back, trapping her legs with one of mine and just stared at her, hoping to will her into submission with a look.
“Could you stop looking at me like that? It’s so unnerving.”
I laughed. “Like what?”
“Like you’re waiting for me to confess every dirty thought,” she mumbled.
I had to admit that sometimes I wondered where she went when she had the unfocused look in her face.
I sighed. “How will I fulfil them if I don’t know what they are, hmm?”
She laughed. It was still one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
She cleared her throat, her expression turning serious. “Do you think Adele has some feelings toward you? I mean, beyond the ‘You are my employer’ kind?”
This statement jolted me from my thoughts. I pulled back and stared down at her. “What?”
She bit her bottom lip between her teeth. “There’s just something in the way she looks at you. Maybe I’m wrong.”
Really? And why hadn’t I noticed that? “Adele has been with us for four years. Not once has she displayed anything other than fondness for Adrien and me. Especially Adrien.”
“Is she married? Boyfriend?”
“Not as far as I know. Come to think of it, the only thing I know about her is that she is twenty-three years old, speaks English perfectly with no trace of a French accent, yet she has a French name.” I frowned, not liking what I just said.
Adele had never seemed a threat to us, and her employment papers seemed legit to me. I had never bothered to think beyond that, and she had never shown any instability in her manner. If anyone asked me to describe her, I would have said she was a constant calm.
Another thought hit me hard. Was the friendliness I saw in Adele a ruse? Could she be the person who sent the letters and the flowers?
Merde! Had I been blinded by a beautiful, kind face? I made a note to ask Gilles to dig deeper into her past.
“Jealous?” I asked Selene playfully, trying to hide the fact that I was worried about what she pointed out about Adele.
“Yes. A little bit.”
I was surprised by her honesty. Most women I knew wouldn’t admit to that emotion.
“Don’t be. My eyes and every other part of me are set on you and only you.” I kissed her neck, breathing in her scent and I felt content. “What are your plans for today?” I asked as my hands found their way to her breasts. She moaned and her body arched, pressing her bare chest into mine.
“I have a modelling shoot at Curves. Lingerie.”
My sight blurred as visions of Selene in lingerie taunted me. “Can I watch?”
“Yes.” She lifted her hips, rolling them and rubbing her pussy against cock. “You’ll have a chance to undress me, if you’re a good boy.”
I laughed, enjoying her flirtatiousness. “What do I need to do?”
“Bring me cotton candy, and I’ll be your slave for the night.” She put her hand on my crotch, massaged me, and licked her lips.
Fuck.
I had to be inside her. Now.
I pulled back and unbuckled my belt, my hands shaking with anticipation. God help me! I felt like a young boy about to lose his virginity. What was it about her that had me wanting her with a desperation I’d never experienced? Or the fact that I was always eager to please her? This was uncharted territory for me, given that in the past, the women had always strived to please me.
Before I could lower my body to hers, she grabbed the loop of my jeans and pulled me to her with determination that rocked me to the core. Her fingers worked the zipper and soon my cock was in her palms. One hand slid down to take my balls.
“Selene.” I groaned, sinking my fingers into that wild mane of hair and jerking my hips forward. She stared at me below her lashes, a slow smile forming on her lips as she brought her mouth to my cock. I watched her, hypnotized, waiting, my balls tight and aching. Then she seemed hesitant as her mouth hovered above my length. She swallowed, and smiled nervously. I traced a finger on her lips.
“You don’t have to do this.”
She cleared her throat, her smile turning shy. “Um—I’ve never done this before.”
I loosened my hand around her hair. “You haven’t? Even with . . . him?” Just uttering that bastard’s name made me want to fly to New York and punch him. Hard.
She shook her head.
She wanted me to be her first? I fought the urge to beat my chest but managed a grunt of satisfaction, which was still a caveman trait. It was quite easy to revert to our predecessor’s tendencies when she made me feel like I was the only man for her.
I placed my hands on hers, tugged them off me, and stretched on my back. “Come here.”
Confidence flooded back to her face as she moved closer and threw one leg over my thighs, realizing my intent as my hands gripped her thighs. I pulled her higher toward my mouth.
“No. I want you inside me, Remington.”
As if I needed a second invitation. I rolled her over, reluctantly left the bed, and picked up the jeans where they lay on the floor. I dug the last condom from my wallet, sheathed my cock, returned to Selene, turned around and sank inside her.
“Fuck, you feel incredible. Put your legs around me. Yes, like that. I love it when you do that.” She dug her heels into my arse and my cock hardened even further. “I missed this, feeling your pussy wrap tightly around my dick. Mon Dieu you drive me insane, woman.” I slowly slid in and out, wanting this to last longer. She sucked in a breath, a groan passing through her lips and my lust rocketed. “Did you think about me, fucking you like this, Selene? Did you miss me filling you with my cock?” She nodded quickly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Très bien. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t leave me next time.”
“I will have to leave eventually, Remington.”
I tried to hold back the irritation those words caused, but ended up scowling down at her. She stared back at me, defiance and arousal shining on her face. I loved it.
“Now you’re just turning me on with that scowl. Were you angry when I left?” she asked, sliding her hands between us to cup my balls. I spread my legs wider. She tugged while holding me captive with those bewitching eyes of hers.
“I was livid. Now, I just want to show you what you missed and make certain I am the only damn thing in your mind long after I’ve finished claiming back what’s mine.”
Her fingers moved up, and as soon as the tip tentatively brushed my anus and my balls, my cock tightened harder. “Christ! Do that again,” I growled.
This time, her touch was bolder as she brought her finger between our bodies, lubricated it before sliding it back, caressed, and then gently prodded.
I panted, my body a fucking bomb with only seconds to explode. I forgot I was angry, forgot where I was. I was certain I couldn’t remember my name then, and if I were standing, I would be a bloody mess on the floor. No one had touched me like that before.
“So, you forgive me?” she asked.
I tried to focus on this woman who was annihilating any restraint left in me. “You’ve destroyed me, Selene.” I panted the words. “I can’t go back to being who I was, because you’ve done . . . this . . . to . . . me.”
Unable to control myself, I grabbed her hands and shackled the wrists with one of mine and pounded int
o her, fast. Unlocking her legs from my hips, I pushed them to her chest and lifted them over my shoulders, and leaned forward to kiss her while sliding in and out.
“That’s, oh, my God, Remington, you feel so good inside me. So huge. Harder, please. Harder.” She panted out the words.
God, she was as greedy as I was. “Hands on the headboard.” She did as I ordered. I readjusted my position between her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Selene; you will remember this the whole day.”
I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I pounded, hard and fast into her and her back arched off the bed to meet my thrusts. Her moans became louder, and then she was screaming my name as she sobbed and shook under me. Those erotic sounds were my undoing. I slammed into her twice, grinding myself into her, before a shudder tore through me, threatening to split me in two. Right then, I wanted to crawl inside her so I could have her with me always. I slumped forward, making sure to keep half of my weight off her and buried my face into the crevice of her neck—my favorite place—panting. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and sighed, her soft, generous curves pressed on my hard planes.
“That felt . . . that was even better than the sex before,” she said breathlessly.
“It was. What am I going to do with you, Selene?” I murmured, echoing the same words she had said to me a while ago. I pulled out of her, took my cock in my hand to remove the condom, and froze.
Shit! The fucking thing broke.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, staring at me, then down to my crotch. Her eyes widened. “No wonder it felt different this time around. Different good.” She added the last part quickly.
I nodded, cursing in my head and stalked out to the bathroom to get rid of it and returned to the room. I had been so carried away by my need for her I hadn’t stopped to think. All I knew was that having my cock buried deep inside her was like a cure for me. What if she got pregnant? Was she on birth control pills?
She seemed to read my mind. “I’m clean and on birth control. I take them because they help me with my periods and . . .” She trailed off, burying her face in her hands, embarrassed.
This woman was quite the contradiction. One minute she was brave, funny, and shy, and the next second, sweet. I pushed her hands back and caressed her heated cheeks with my knuckles. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, appreciating her selflessness about this situation.
“I’m clean, too. I haven’t slept with a woman for a long time.” Her eyes widened at my revelation. “I haven’t had time. In between taking care of a demanding five-year-old, painting, helping my mother with the vineyard whenever I could, and managing the hotel, I’ve been distracted.”
“But what about your needs, you know . . . er . . .” The blush on her face deepened and her eyes dipped to my crotch.
I laughed. She was innocent in so many ways. “I had other means. I have very talented hands, ma belle.” I winked at her and she laughed. I pulled her in my arms, letting my eyes wander to the tattooed skin on her stomach and traced my fingers around the scar. She shivered, snuggling closer into me and sighed.
The world felt perfect.
I wasn’t about to let this woman slip through my fingers. Ever it seemed.
WOW. JUST freaking, wow! Sex with Remington had been a completely new level of adventure. After shaving my legs and armpits silky-smooth, I made sure my bikini line was clean. I didn’t need any strays making an appearance. Then I slipped on my dark blue jeans.
After putting on a pair of black flats, I grabbed my handbag from the vanity. I left the room feeling lighter and happier than I’d been in a long time.
Remington was leaning on the reception counter, speaking into his phone when I arrived downstairs. He glanced up, straightened to his full height, and raptly watched me as I walked toward him with a little extra sway in my hips.
Seconds later, he shoved the phone inside the pocket of his jeans and strode toward me with his eyes trained on my mouth. He grabbed my hips and walked me backward until my back hit a wall. He pressed his hard body against mine. I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his hips at the same time he growled low in his throat, crushing his lips on mine. He kissed me deeply, as though he hadn’t spent the better part of the night and morning devouring me. He pulled back and framed my face in his hands, caressing my lips with a thumb.
Dear God, I was such a slut when it came to Remington. Besides, locked between two hard places had never felt so good.
“You truly are beautiful, Selene,” he murmured. “What are you wearing under these jeans?”
“Nothing.”
His lips parted and air rushed out. “Nothing?”
I nodded. “Want to know why?”
“I’m sure your reason will probably kill me, but yes, please. Tell me,” he said indulgently.
“I love the feel of the jeans rubbing me there.”
He groaned, rubbing his strong fingers between my legs while his lips sucked and licked my neck.
Someone cleared a throat nearby. I froze, pushing away from Remington with my hands but he was like a mountain. Immovable, hard, and stubborn. I peeked over his shoulder to find Èric, trying very hard to look everywhere but in our direction.
“Monsieur St. Germain, Adrien is looking for you,” Èric announced, his ears and cheeks pink and his head turned the other way as if looking at us would burn him alive. It probably might, given the heat coming off Remington, and the lust setting my veins on fire. Poor guy! Not only was he scarred from seeing my boobs a while back, and what happened last night in the bathroom, but now he was forced to watch us behave like some horny teenagers.
“Control yourself, St. Germain,” I whispered in his ear, while Èric spun around and left us in our little alcove.
“My body doesn’t know the meaning of the word when I’m around you.” He slid me down his hard body at the same time Adrien rounded the corner, dashing in our direction, and hurled himself into me.
He looked up, grinning wide. “I’ve missed you, Selene.”
“Me, too, Tiger.” I ruffled his curly hair and looked up at Remington, who was staring at me as though he was about to pounce on me.
I winked at him, adjusted the handbag strap on my shoulder, and headed out of the hotel with Adrien at my side.
When he didn’t follow us out, we went back inside to check on what was keeping him, and I froze mid-step. He stood next to the reception counter, his back to us, and his shoulders stiff. My heartbeat sped up as my gaze fell on to his hands.
“Èric, could you please keep an eye on Adrien,” I said when I caught his eye. He nodded, smiled, and took the boy in the back office.
I inched closer to Remington, coming to stand next to him. “Remington? What’s that?” I stared at the bouquet of red irises, tied with a yellow ribbon around the stalks.
He breathed out, lifting his troubled gaze to meet mine.
“Do you think they were sent by the . . . person?”
He nodded, pursing his lips, showing me the paper similar to the one he received the night I walked away from him.
“Do you have any idea who sent them? Do they have a meaning? Say something, Remington,” I whispered, glancing around the lobby and back at him.
“There are about four women I suspect who might have sent them. Women I had relations with during the first two years after Colette.”
Okay. At least we are getting somewhere. I tried not to let the huge lump in my throat choke me, and reminded myself he hadn’t led a solitary life before we met.
I shook off the feeling and focused on Remington. “Maybe one of the women wasn’t happy about ending things with you.”
“I treated each and every one of them with respect. I made certain we had a mutual agreement.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t understand. Why would someone do this?”
I stared at him and shook my head. Seriously? This man had no idea of his appeal to women.
Suddenly, with his jaw clenched, he straightened, spun aroun
d, and thrust his hand toward the male receptionist behind the counter. “Get rid of these. Where is Adrien?”
As if summoned, the boy came running from the back office, holding a Lego figure of a man in his hand.
We started for the hotel’s exit, but I halted when I felt the hair on the nape of my neck curl in awareness of someone watching me. I spun around scanning my surroundings. Everyone seemed busy, caught up in whatever they were doing. I turned to look at the entrance and caught a glimpse of a woman on my right, farther ahead of us. She had on dark sunglasses and had stared in our direction a heartbeat too long, then turned and hurried from the hotel. At least it looked like a woman, but I couldn’t tell the shape of the body underneath the long black trench coat with a hood pulled over the person’s head.
“Remington, look at that—” I stopped and frowned at the doors. No one was there. Had I imagined everything?
“What? What is it, Selene?” he asked, his gaze darting from my face to the hotel’s entrance, then back to me.
“Nothing.”
A deep V formed between his eyebrows as he stared at me with obvious disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. No. I thought I saw someone staring in our direction just over there.” I gestured to the place I saw the person only moments before.
The frown disappeared, replaced by a neutral expression. Unreadable. “Wait here.”
He strode out of the hotel, and returned after a few minutes, his jaw clenched. He scooped Adrien in his arms before turning to face me. “Whoever it was is gone. Are you all right? You don’t look so well.” He brushed his fingers along my cheek.
“I’m fine, just a little shaken.” I smiled, hoping to reassure him.
Fifteen minutes later, Remington dropped me in front of the Curves offices and waited until I was inside the office before driving away. I took deep breaths to clear my head and forced myself to relax. Grace was waiting for me inside her elegant office. We hugged and she turned around, pulling me inside the studio—a large, room painted in white and black with lights propped strategically around the room.
