Falling For Daniel

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Bonjour, belle,” he says in a deep and slow voice as he grabs my hand and raises it to his lips. I don’t miss the glare on Daniel’s face as he does this. It makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. No, Beth, stop it. This is only about the weekend and only about sex. Do not think any more into it and definitely do not start to fall for him.

  “Nice you meet you,” I say politely while pulling my hand from his a little too harshly. Why exactly I feel the need to step away from this guy because of Daniel’s reaction I have no idea, but I do.

  I watch as Edward looks back and forth between us with an amused expression on his face before looking to Daniel and saying, “Well, I never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Fous-toi,” Daniel says harshly. Although when I look at him he’s smiling, I can only presume what he said. Holy fucking shit, he can also speak French, I swear my ovaries are on the verge of exploding. This man is too good to be true; he must have some dark secret hidden at the back of his closet or something.

  I stand back as he unlocks our hotel room door. He stands aside so I can enter first and my chin drops the second I step over the threshold.

  “OH MY GOD!” I scream, as I run towards the window. The view is insane. It looks right out at the Eiffel Tower. “This view, oh my God, it’s amazing.”

  “I was just thinking the exact same thing,” he says in a weird voice that makes me turn around.

  He’s stood leaning back against the door staring right at me. My entire body heats under his gaze. “Why are you looking at me? Look out there, it’s amazing.”

  “I’m more interested in what’s in here,” he says in a low voice as he slowly moves towards me. He pulls his jumper off just before he reaches me and drops it to the floor. With his clothes on he looks impressive but with them off it makes him look bigger, stronger, even more powerful. My mouth suddenly goes dry as he stalks closer.

  His scent fills my nose and I almost groan. He smells unbelievably good. My eyes are locked onto his, it’s like they are trying to tell me something but I can’t make it out. My thoughts are being overtaken by my desire for this man—my dark and delicious stranger.

  Eventually, his eyes break from mine in favour of my lips and in only seconds I feel his against the corner of my mouth. He gives me the lightest kiss, as if he’s scared I’m going to disappear if he’s too rough.

  He doesn’t pull back. Instead he stays completely still and mutters quietly, “What are you doing to me?” Well, I think that’s what he says anyway. “Fuck,” he says louder and I’m half expecting him to walk away, but he doesn’t. His mouth slams against mine and he forces his tongue inside my mouth. He presses me back against the full-length window and continues to kiss me. He only pulls back as he lifts my jumper over my head.

  I reach down for his belt buckle and button at the same time he goes for mine. It’s not until I try to open his fly that I register that my hands are shaking. I’m forced to stop though when he’s more successful and starts pulling denim down my thighs. He drops down to his knees to unzip my boots before pulling each one off followed by my jeans.

  He looks up at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I suddenly worry that he’s regretting this, regretting bringing me here, spending more time with me. That is until he stands. He seems even more powerful when I’m stood here in only my underwear. He towers over me and makes me feel tiny.

  My bra and knickers are hastily abandoned and I’m stood with my back to the vast window for all of Paris to see.

  “Turn around. Bend over. Hands against the glass,” he demands and I don’t have any choice but to do as I’m told.

  I stare out at the Eiffel Tower as Daniel slowly slides inside me. We’ve only had sex a couple of times but that doesn’t stop the urge I have to sigh with the familiarity of it.

  He moves slowly for a few minutes, letting me get used to him. I watch the little dots that are people walking down the streets. I can see people in an office sat at their computers all the while I’m bent over at this window with this incredible man inside me.

  This is unreal.

  Daniel’s hands slide up my back then around so they are cupping my tits. He pinches my nipples almost painfully hard. I don’t even recognise the noise that comes from me as he does it.

  “Can you see all those people down there?” he asks.

  “Uh huh.”

  “They have no idea that you’re watching them as I fuck you. Does it turn you on that they could look up?”

  I don’t answer him with words. I can’t, all I can do is feel. He’s hitting this incredibly deep place inside me that I don’t think has ever been touched before.

  He must feel me getting close because he starts upping his tempo. My legs start shaking so much that he has to hold onto my hips to stop me crumpling to the ground.

  “Come for me, Beth. Tell everyone how good I make you feel.”

  I do exactly as he says. I scream his name as loud as I can when I lose control. I’m still feeling the aftershocks zipping through my body when I hear a grunt from behind me and feel his cock twitching.

  He slowly pulls out but thankfully he keeps hold of me. I’m expecting him to maybe take me over to the bed. What I don’t expect is for him to lift me so my legs wrap around his waist and push me back against the window.

  “You like that people could see, don’t you, Red. You like that they could see you writhing as I fuck you?” he whispers in my ear. His voice is like pure sex making liquid flood my pussy.

  * * *

  Daniel

  * * *

  Fucking hell. This girl. I thought I’d gone crazy bringing her here. I knew what everyone would think—Molly, Edward—but I had to have more time with her. Last night was incredible but it pales in comparison to what just happened. There have been many women in my past but I think I can say that this topped any of them. Fucking Beth against this window with the view of Paris in front of us was something else.

  It’s only been a couple of minutes but I’m ready to go again and I sure as shit know that she is.

  “Argh, Daniel,” she groans as I lift, then lower her on to my cock. I fuck her like it could be the last chance I get. She throws her head back as she comes but I don’t slow down, I want more. I need to feel her tight little pussy clamping down on me. I need it almost as much as I need to breath.

  “Again,” I demand.

  “I can’t,” she whimpers.

  She’s wrong of course and in a few more minutes she’s coming again. It’s more gentle this time, slower almost. I watch with fascination as it ripples through her whole body. She’s flushed and has a sheen of sweat covering every inch of her skin. She looks fucking incredible.

  I thrust into her a few more time before dropping my face to her neck to muffle a groan as I cum inside her. Fuck, she’s gonna kill me, this girl.

  After a few seconds I take her weight in my arms and carry her to the bed. I take in the room on the way. It’s the first time I’ve paid it any proper attention. I told Edward when I rang him earlier that I wanted the best room he had and he didn’t let me down that’s for sure. It’s spectacular.

  “What time is it?” Beth asks groggily when she comes to. She fell asleep almost as soon as I put her down on the bed. I didn’t sleep though. I couldn’t, my mind is all over the place. As much as a part of me is screaming, ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ the other half is shouting ‘at fucking last, don’t let her go’. And quite honestly I haven’t got a fucking clue what I’m doing. I’m just doing what feels right. I knew last night that sending her on her way wasn’t what I wanted and this morning I couldn’t bring myself to take her back to Molly’s knowing I might not get any more time with her.

  “It’s just gone six.”

  She groans as she rolls onto her back and throws an arm over her eyes.

  “No, you need to get up, we’ve got dinner reservations.”

  “Seriously? You’ve worn me out.”

  “Yes, seriously. Now get up
.”

  I watch as she pulls herself up and I run my eyes down the smooth naked skin of her back as the sheet falls away from her. I have to really fight with myself not to lean forward and run my lips up her spine.

  She looks back at me nervously as she clutches the sheet to her chest.

  “It’s way too late to be shy now, Red.”

  She narrows her eyes at me and it makes me smile in return. What I really want to say and do to her must be written all over my face because she tells me no and that she needs a break before dropping the sheet and standing. She tries to look confident but I can see she’s shy. I love it, it’s so different to the women I usually spend time with.

  “Shit,” she suddenly says, looking panicked.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You didn’t use a condom.”

  I know I didn’t. I realised the second I plunged into her. It felt so good to be skin on skin, it’s not something I’ve experienced before. I’m usually totally on top of wrapping up. One of my worst nightmares would be for one of the women I’ve slept with turning up on my door with a scan picture in their hands, or worse, a baby. No child deserves to be born after I’ve had a roll around in my bed with its mother. I’ve experienced first-hand how being an unplanned baby can affect a child. How my sister managed to grow up to be a fairly normal, well-rounded adult is beyond me after the way our parents treated her.

  When I realised I’d gone in bare I didn’t feel any of the panic I would have expected to. It just felt right. I had no idea if Beth was on birth control or anything but the moment felt right. Like it was meant to happen that way. I can’t really explain it other than I didn’t wrap up and I still didn’t really care. Suddenly, everything I have ever worried about has vanished into thin air. This is different. She is different.

  “I know,” I say with a shrug and watch as her eyes almost pop out of her head at my flippant attitude.

  “What if I’m not on birth control? What if I’m not clean? You don’t even know me, Daniel!”

  “Are you?”

  “Well…yes, but that’s not the point. You just went in regardless.” Unfortunately I had to get myself checked recently so I know I’m clean and I haven’t stopped taking my pill so we should be safe there but as I said, that’s not the point.”

  “You could have stopped me,” I say, reminding her that it takes two.

  She stares at me for a beat. I think the look is meant to tell me she’s pissed off but she looks too cute. When she realises that all I’m going to do is smile at her she huffs out a breath and storms towards the bathroom. “Fucking hell, this is massive,” I hear her mutter as she takes in the colossal bathroom. Edward’s done a bloody good job with this place, I think, as I start to rummage around in my case for some toiletries.

  “What the hell am I suppose to wear? I’ve only got jeans and jumpers in my case. You ruined my only dress,” she says with her hands on her hips while wearing only her black lace underwear. She looks incredible and I almost cancel our reservations in favour of spending the night inside her instead. “Do not look at me like that. You just had your way with me in the shower. I really need a break, and some food.”

  “Fine,” I say because she’s right, and I could really do with some food. If things go as I have planned we’re going to need plenty of energy.

  I sit myself down on the edge of the bed so I can watch before saying, “Check the wardrobe.”

  She looks at me for a few seconds as if questioning me, daring me to laugh or somehow show her I’m joking or something. I’m not, I’m deadly serious.

  When I don’t respond, she moves gingerly towards the wardrobe. As she slides the door open I hear her intake of breath and see her hand come up to cover her mouth. “Oh my God,” I hear her mutter in shock.

  “Daniel, what…I mean...it’s…fuck.”

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “No, it’s amazing. I love it, but it’s too much. You shouldn’t have done this.”

  “It’s a replacement for the one I ruined.”

  “That one was thirty quid from New Look, this is…” she pauses as she leans in, “fucking hell, a lot more than that.”

  I get up from my seated position and walk over to her. I grab her hips and pull her flush against me. “It’s for you. Now get dressed, we have reservations in thirty minutes.” I give a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before going to get dressed myself.

  It takes me all of about ten minutes to pull my suit on and run some wax through my hair. I decide to forgo shaving in favour of giving Beth some extra sensation on her thighs later. I spend the rest of the time sat watching her tease, poke and pull at her hair. I have no idea why she bothered because she looked beautiful before she started.

  Eventually, though she is finished, she slides the red lace up her body and asks me to do it up while holding her hair out of the way. I gladly agree.

  I run my fingers up the exposed skin of her spine slowly as I reach for the two little buttons at the base of her neck. When they’re done up, I run my hands down her sides until they are resting on her hips. I look over her shoulder into the full-length mirror she’s stood in front of. “You look stunning, Red,” I say in her ear. “Every man in this place is going to wish they were me tonight.” Then just to prove a point I press my hard on against her arse.

  She holds my eye contact but doesn’t say anything. I wish I could read her mind because I have no idea what is going though her head at the moment.

  Chapter Five

  Beth

  * * *

  Daniel takes my hand and together we walk out of our hotel room and down towards the restaurant. Just like everything in the hotel, it screams wealth. I feel really out of place. This is not the kind of restaurant I would usually eat, or spend any time in. If we went out for a meal when I was in Chicago it would be to the local steak place. Nothing like this.

  As Daniel takes a step forward to speak to the maître d’ I look down at myself wrapped in a designer lace gown.

  How did I get here?

  Three days ago I was moping around my childhood home trying to mend my broken heart and shattered life and now I’m here, in Paris, with this amazing man. I remind myself again that this is only a few days of sex and to not get attached to this guy. So he bought me an expensive designer dress. It doesn’t mean anything. He was merely replacing the one he ruined. I smooth my hands down over my hips; the lace is like silk against my palms. The top of the dress is just like the one I had with long sleeves and a totally open back but the bottom is completely different. Gone is the full skirt that I used to cover my comfort eating podge. It’s been replaced by a full-length, skin-tight skirt with a high split up my left leg. I kinda feel like a movie star. And I hate to say it but when he was stood behind me in the mirror earlier we made a very nice looking couple. He’s way out of my league but standing there, with me in this dress and him in his perfectly tailored suit we looked good. Damn it, we looked more than good.

  Innocently, my mind wanders to me in another colour gown, walking towards him. I give myself a mental slap around the face. What the fuck are you doing, Beth? You’ve barely known the guy two days and you’re imagining a white fucking dress. Get a grip.

  When I look up, I see both Daniel and the maître d’ staring at me with amused faces. I mutter an apology and step up to Daniel before we’re both shown to our table.

  It really shouldn’t be a surprise to me that we have the best table in the place. The view of Paris at night is stunning. I don’t know where to look, out of the window at all the lights or at the guy sat opposite me who is still staring at me with a smile on his face.

  “What?” I ask a little too harshly. I can’t help it. I’m still annoyed with my idiotic thoughts earlier. “Sorry,” I mutter when I realise what a selfish bitch I just sounded like. “It’s just…all this is so not what I’m used to. I’m completely blown away. Thank you,” I say as sincerely as I can because I really mean it. “I haven’t bee
n in a great place recently, but this…this is just what I needed.”

  “You are more than welcome.”

  I sit and watch in amazement as Daniel speaks to the waiter in French, ordering both wine and dinner for us. I have to fight off the bit of irritation I have for him not letting me choose my own food, but when I glance at the menu I feel grateful because I can’t understand a word on it.

  “You speak fluent French?” I ask when we’re alone again.

  “I wouldn’t say fluent, but I’m pretty good.”

  “Pretty good,” I mumble with a laugh. I can barely muster up a bonjour and here he is having a full on conversation with the waiter. Talk about feeling inadequate. “So…” I start hunting for a topic of conversation that hopefully won’t make me feel so bad about myself. “Have you known Edward a long time?”

  “Yeah, we went to school and university together, along with his now wife. She works in fashion and got a job out here a few years ago. He followed her and opened this place.”

  “It’s amazing,” I say looking around the restaurant again. “And that explains the dress.”

  He doesn’t comment about how he organised the dress, instead he changes the subject. “What do you do, Red?”

  Thoughts of my old life immediately put a dampener on my spirits. I swallow it down though and try to have a normal conversation about my job. “I was a PA for an asshole of a guy who has a massive real estate portfolio. Well, I was paid as his assistant but he spent most of his time in exotic countries with different women so I pretty much ran everything.”

  “Interesting,” Daniel mutters to himself as he sips his wine.

  “What? Why?”

  “Do you need a job?”

  “I…uh…yeah, I guess,” I say knowing that I need to get my life back on track. Moping around with memories of what used to be isn’t going to get me very far. “Why? Are you offering me one?”