The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1)

by Villano, Mia

  I took the third tie and put it over his eyes. I noticed he was turned on from the rise of his cock. Instinctively I rubbed my bare cunt on it, getting wetter.

  I kissed him and worked my kisses down his neck and across his chest. I worked down his stomach and let my tongue trace the outline of his dark line.

  “I’m getting hard,” he breathed.

  “I feel it. That’s the point. Big, thick, and hard. Is that for me?”

  “Only for you.”

  “I want it inside me. My cunt is so wet and soft. It is begging to have you in it. Feel how wet I am? That’s just for you.”

  “Isabella, you are driving me mad.”

  I reached up and tied the tie around his eyes. So far so good.

  “Do you still trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  Without saying a word, I turned my ass around so that it was in his face and I straddled his head. I lowered my cunt to his lips ever so lightly.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  “You like that, Fabrice?”

  “Lower. You are so sweet and so wet.”

  I lowered further and Fabrice devoured me with a vengeance. The sound of it was incredible. I rubbed my hard nipples along his thighs. The position I was in allowed me to look at his thick cock making me hungry. I wanted to suck him but also wanted to get him so worked up he wouldn’t be able to stand it. I rocked back and forth on his face as he groaned and devoured me. I became lost as his mouth took me with a need so strong. When he was done, I left him tied up and walked into the bathroom to shower and get ready. I heard him moving around so I knew he was able to get lose. My seduction was far from over. I wanted him to think about what I did to him all day. I wanted him unsettled and in need of an orgasm. I had more in store for him later.

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  We drove to my parents’ house in Fabrice’s BMW. Avery sat in the backseat acting like our twelve year-old daughter, talking nonstop. It gave her and me a chance to catch up. I texted my mom to make sure everything would be fine with my dad. She said it took a lot of convincing but it would be okay. She had to threaten him to behave. I’m positive cutting off his balls was discussed if he didn’t act right.

  Fabrice insisted on stopping at the farmers market on the way and picking up some flowers for my mom and sister. He also brought a bottle of Empire Vodka for my brothers.

  My family waited outside for us when we drove up. My mom was the first to greet him with a huge hug and a kiss on both cheeks. When he offered her the flowers she nearly jumped in his arms. Sophia was shy with him and accepted the flowers, but no hug only a thank you. My brothers stood back giving him the once over with my dad; all three of them with their arms crossed trying to look tough, until Fabrice stepped out of the car and they were a little taken back by him.

  I don’t know what they were expecting, but they weren’t prepared for his immense muscular build and tall stature. Fabrice was a big man and his aura of power was more intimidating than the way he looked. I watched as both my brothers seemed to shrink when they saw him. Fabrice walked up to them and shook my brothers' hands, handing them the vodka. With my father, they spoke a little bit and I don’t know what Fabrice said to him, but I caught a glimpse of a smile on my dad’s face and then they shook hands.

  Once we sat down and started to eat, the day went better than I thought it would. Fabrice won everyone over with his talk about his time in the Special Forces, helicopters, and hostage saving. The men in my family were in love by the time my mom served the dessert.

  My mom and I were making coffee when she pulled me in the other room.

  “You, my dear, have finally picked a true man. Fabrice is just fabulous and that accent.”

  I tried not to become beet red, but it happened anyway.

  “I know, he’s rather addicting. I’m in love with him, Mom.”

  “I am too. This happened for a reason, Izzy. He is your knight in shining armor. Now, if we can get past this Anthony business- have you heard anything else?”

  “No, I wanted to ask you the same thing. Has anyone else been over to talk to you?”

  “No. I heard that he had so many guys after him from gambling, women, and other criminal acts that they have no idea who did this to him. He’s still out of it, so hopefully when this idiot wakes up, if he wakes up, they can ask him some questions. Did you tell Fabrice about the pictures in his car?”

  “Yes, I did and he doesn’t care. He is ready to tell the world about me, but I don’t think he should just yet. We have a lot to talk about.”

  Sophia and Avery came in as the guys drank vodka and laughed at the table.

  “They are firing up fat stogies now, acting like they are long lost friends. It’s almost cute how your brothers are all over him,” laughed Avery, as she sat down on the couch with my mom and me.

  “Avery, you don’t let her screw this up. Keep an eye on her. You know how Izz gets when something wonderful happens for her. She will try to talk herself out of it.”

  My mom acted different from her normal self. She usually tells me to leave the men alone and focus on my career. What a difference a man with an accent and a title can do.

  “Don’t you worry, Mrs. Piori. I’m on this one. She will be Mrs. Arbidoux before too long.” Avery whispered.

  “Shut up, both of you! I will handle this without any of you trying to butt in.”

  “He’s taking her to the Correspondents' Dinner next week. He wants everyone to know they are a couple. You should see the dress he bought her.”

  My mom looked at me and tears started to come into her eyes.

  “What now?” I asked throwing my arms up.

  “I’m just so happy for you, baby. You need something good to happen for you after what you went through with Anthony.”

  “Well, this might be the end of my career. I may have to end my job if it becomes a scandal. Though, Fabrice said he would handle it even if I had to be reassigned to another position in the Embassy.”

  “Does he have any younger brothers?” asked Sophie out of the blue.

  We turned to look at her.

  “I don’t know. I will find out.” I smiled at her and she smiled back.

  “I’m holding out for a sister. See if he has a sister about thirty that is open to some fun.”

  We all groaned.

  “What?” asked Avery. I threw a rag at her face.

  “Avery seems to have found love too. She has been dating the same woman for two months now. It’s a record.”

  “Should we start planning a wedding at the restaurant?” asked my mom. She knew about Avery and her love for girls. My family didn’t have a problem with it because they loved Avery so much.

  “I want to be in the wedding,” Sophia spoke up and smiled.

  “All of you bite it. There is no wedding and yes, I like this one, but who knows. I may be tired of her next week.”

  We teased Avery for a while which I loved because she was usually the one teasing everyone else. The day turned out perfect as we stayed longer than I wanted. With promises of bringing Fabrice to every family dinner, we said goodbye around seven and headed back home. Avery kept talking on the way back and finally shut up at the exit for Fabrice’s house.

  The sexual tension in the BMW with Avery in the backseat became excruciating. I wanted Fabrice bad and just looking at him in the driver’s seat set my inner flame on high. I looked down at his crotch and he caught me several times. I licked my lips and he got the hint because he adjusted himself without taking his hands off the wheel. Once we pulled into the driveway, Avery was the first to get out.

  “I brought you what you asked for. Come over to my car.” I walked over to Avery’s car and she handed me my bag.

  “Want to come in?”

  She laughed. “Are you kidding? Poor Fabrice is about ready to bust out his jeans. Go take care of him.” Avery hugged me.

  “He’s hotter than fuck,” she added. I hated for her to leave. I missed her terribly being away f
rom her for two days.

  “I don’t want you to leave. Let me give you a tour.” Fabrice parked the car in the garage and was getting our things out of it.

  “We can do that another time. Go fuck this man. Come home tomorrow and we will talk.”

  Avery tried to say goodbye and got in her car. Fabrice came up to us, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and slapped his butt.

  “Say goodnight, Isabella,” he said.

  “Good night, Isabella,” I laughed as he turned me around to look at Avery.

  “Finally, Fabrice,” Avery said through her laughter. “I’ve been trying to leave and she won’t let me go. You two have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Here’s your bag.”

  I left my bag sitting beside her car. Fabrice walked backward and Avery handed it to me. He bit my ass as he walked us both into the house. Without putting me down, he walked up to his room and deposited me on his bed.

  “I wasn’t going to make it another second.” He said as he began to take off his clothes.

  His eyes travelled over my body as I sprawled on his bed watching him. He stood over me taking off his shirt.

  “Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

  “No, Fabrice. Not yet. Remember, anticipation is the best aphrodisiac. Didn’t you say that once? You should be all hot and bothered after what I did to you this morning.”

  He smiled as I instructed him to sit on the bed after he removed his clothes. I walked over to the chair in his room where I put my bag that Avery brought me. It sat next to the huge Chanel box that made me gasp when I looked at it. With all the excitement from the day I had forgotten about the dinner. In my bag I pulled out my favorite vibrator. It was something I wanted to do with him for a while.

  I walked back to the bed and removed my clothes in a slow, sensual strip for him. He watched me intently. I noticed his cock beginning to come alive. I laid back on the bed propped up with pillows, I spread my legs, and turned on my vibrator. He watched me when the humming sound started and I began to rub it on my swollen cunt.

  “Uhm, this feels good. Watch me, Fabrice. This is what I do when you aren’t around.”

  I looked in his eyes as I let the vibrator slide around my cunt. I quickly became wet and very aroused. My nipples became hard and I reached up to grab one of my breasts. I closed my eyes and pretended he wasn’t sitting in front of me as I touched myself and rubbed the vibrator over my clit.

  “Do you like watching me do this, Fabrice?” I asked.

  He nodded his head and licked his lips.

  “Touch yourself with me. I want to see you what you do when I’m not around.”

  He hesitated. His dick was hard as a rock.

  “Come on. Touch yourself with me.” I breathed. I felt the rise of an orgasm coming to surface as I watched him look down at my cunt. He was lying on his side with his head in his hand close to my cunt.

  “Come with me, Fabrice. Let’s come together without touching each other. This feels so good.”

  Fabrice grabbed his cock in his hands and began jerking himself off as he kept his eyes on me. He continued to watch my reaction. Slowly his hand rode up and down his thick hard cock. The head of his cock stuck out of his hand, swelling with each stroke. He squeezed it as his hand moved up and down its length. He moaned as his eyes stayed glued to me. Watching him touch himself became increasingly hotter. Something about the fact that he gave himself pleasure was intense.

  The uncomfortableness of it faded as Fabrice moved with a rhythm. I stared into his eyes as the vibrator brought me closer to the edge, watching him pleasure himself.

  “Show me what you do when you touch yourself, Isabella,” he groaned.

  I pulled on my hardened nipple and felt the burn that began in my stomach. I was about to go over the edge and I couldn’t stop it.

  “Come with me, Fabrice. I’m so close,” I breathed. My eyes stayed on him as my hand caressed my breast. I watched him start to become more rigid, his strokes faster and I knew he was close.

  “That’s it, baby. Show me what you do when I’m not here. Your cock is so big. Come with me now, Fabrice.”

  “Isabella,” he gasped as I moaned and came with him at the same time. The vibrator massaged me and my hips pushed up off the bed.

  “Oh, God,” I cried hoarsely. I held onto the sheets as the orgasm tore through me. My muscles tightened and my breathing gasped.

  Thick, hot burst of semen shot out of Fabrice as he moaned. We both came at the same time. I crawled over to him eyeing his half hard erection.

  “What, my sweet Isabella?” He whispered and took me in his arms. His semen was all over and I wanted it all over me. I rubbed my body against the wetness on his stomach. His warmth blanketed me. His gentle touch, and his hungry mouth all brought me back to him. His stubble felt like I was home as it rubbed my skin. I could feel the head of his cock pressed up against me. His eyes talked to me. They told me everything. I drowned in his sea blue, crystal clear, shimmering eyes. No one has brought me to where I was at that moment. To be that close to someone was a feeling I never had.

  I straddled him as he lifted his cock up for me to sit on it. He kissed me passionately in his French way, consuming my mouth. His body, his face, the scars, his masculine hands, the way he spoke and carried himself, and the way he fit in with my family. It just meshed and it worked.

  As I sat down on his thick, hard cock I ran my hands through his hair. He was sweaty, hot, and so fucking perfect at that moment. I raised and lowered myself on him taking all of him in me. I smiled down at him.

  “Why are you smiling at me?”

  I clenched my cunt around him working myself up again. His hands grabbed onto my hips as he helped raise and lower my body on him.

  “I have fallen for you.”

  “Oh, is that right? These feelings just started tonight?” he smiled at me as I felt his body harden under me. His muscles in his chest and arms strained as he pushed deeper into me.

  “You, Fabrice Arbidoux, are amazing.”

  “So are you, Isabella Piori.” An orgasm shredded me as I cried out loud and threw my head back.

  “I love you,” I said as I came. I shocked myself, not wanting to say that just then but feeling it. Was it too soon?

  “Isabella, I love you. I love you more than I thought I could. I’m telling the world how much I love you next week.” I buried my face in his neck as the tears filled my eyes. I gasped for air as both of our sweaty bodies held on to each other. His hands slid down my back and he cupped my ass.

  “Wow, I didn’t know if I should say that or not. It just came out, Fabrice.”

  “I felt it in Paris and wanted to tell you then. You are what I have been wanting for so long. You are what I’ve been dreaming about. You are my sweet Isabella.”

  Tremors were inching their way up my body. I felt him get wider, his body more rigid. I moaned loudly as his fingers caressed my clit. The orgasm was fierce. My skin tingled and my cunt throbbed. His warm tongue licked my hardened nipples one at a time. He bit one playfully.

  “I love how you taste.”

  Then his chest heaved and he flooded me again, pushing his hips up to me.

  “I’ve waited my whole life to find you,” he breathed. I bent down to take his mouth. I didn’t know what to say.

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  The Correspondents' Dinner had me a nervous wreck anticipating what would happen. Not only would Fabrice and I be going together for the first time, he could be committing political suicide proclaiming his love for me. Trying to talk him out of it would be pointless. He was set to take me and no one could convince him otherwise.

  I had to get my work done at my job without it distracting me. My fear that Mr. Gerard would be disappointed in me didn’t last long. As I should have known, he said nothing and acted the same as he always had.

  As Jean and I brainstormed on how to entertain the Isreali Ambassador when he came to town, a call came in to my desk. I exc
used myself and answered it.

  “Hello, Jean Gerard’s office, how can I help you?”

  “Yes, is this Isabella Piori?”

  “This is Isabella. How can I help you?”

  “This is Marin. You know me as the redhead.”

  My breath caught in my throat. What the hell was she calling me at work? My stomach churned, but I would not let her know that she bothered me.

  “Okay. How can I help you?”

  “I need to see you today.”

  “Need to see me for what?”

  “I have some information you might be interested in.”

  “I doubt it. Nothing you have to say is of any importance.”

  “Well, I guarantee this is. I would advise you to meet me.”

  “Is this about, Fabrice?”

  “Of course. I’m not meeting you for coffee so we can talk about fashion.”

  My God, what a bitch. I wasn’t going. She tried her best to weasel back into his life.

  “Well, it’s not a good day. I’m working and busy with meetings.”

  “Okay, it’s your loss. Just so you know, I will be at the Correspondents' Dinner.”

  “So?”

  “So, I heard you were going as well with Fabrice.”

  “What does it matter to you who I’m going with?” I'd had just about enough of this bitch.

  “I just want you to know he’s bringing you to keep the news from coming out that his wife is dying.”

  “You will do anything to hurt our relationship, won’t you? A wife? Marin, bother someone else. I don’t have time for this.”

  “You don’t have time to hear about, Celeste Mouerou?” My heart skipped a beat. The woman in the pictures he was with.

  I hung up on her.

  Chapter 17

  How the hell I made it through the day and got any work done I don’t know. The phone call from Marin was enough to make me lose my mind. Thankfully, Fabrice was out of the office and I didn’t have to see him. That was going to be a different story once I left work. I was to be at his house for dinner and drinks with another couple that we were going to sit with at the Correspondents' Dinner.

  I was in no mood for that and just the thought had my blood boiling. To sit there and act like a happy couple was not my idea of a good time. What I wanted to do was kick his ass. How dare he lie to me? I just mentioned her in Paris and that is when he became cold and distant and refused to talk until I stormed out of the bathroom. He kept telling me we needed to talk about her and about his past, but we never got a chance.