Stefano liked her, Zac noticed as they chatted. It made him wonder if his parents might like her too, but then he couldn't imagine anyone not liking Abby. Adrianna would, for sure, he had no doubt about that whatsoever. They were kindred souls.
"What are you smiling about so secretively?" she asked when Stefano had gone.
"Sorry." I'm trying to work out what my parents would make of you. No, he couldn't tell her that. And why was he even thinking like that? It wasn't something he usually did when he got involved with a woman. Was it the strange juncture of their lives though his mother's business, or something else? Once again he felt like rattling his cage of circumstance, or throwing a spanner in the works.
She was still looking at him, waiting. "You're a mysterious man, and that's one of the things I like about you, but my curiosity sometimes gets the better of me."
"What are you curious about?"
"Well, have you got a wife and family you haven't told me about."
He laughed. "No. Why do you ask?"
"You seemed far away and yet you were smiling, I wondered if I was a bit on the side."
"Abby you're far too all absorbing to be a bit on the side." It hadn't even occurred to him that she might think that, but his mind had been following a completely different path, he realized, and chastised himself for being so blinkered.
"Am I your bit on the side?" he asked, cautiously.
"No." She smiled.
He was relieved, yes, but it didn't make him feel much better.
* * * *
Zac was pensive this evening. He might deny it but she could see he was. The shadows cast by a small copper encased lamp lit him strangely from above. Abby had to touch him to reassure herself that he was there.
When they were sitting over dark coffee and a platter of rich, syrupy baklava, she noticed that his eyes seemed to hold a dark question. It was as if he was trying to decide whether to walk away from her forever, or draw her into his aura never to be released. Her hand went to his when the thought occurred to her. "I feel as if you're going to walk away from me."
"Perhaps you read minds?"
She froze.
He smiled. "I have to go to Paris later in the week."
Her body clenched with the sudden feeling of loss caused by his words. She sank back in her chair, unable to voice any objection, but feeling deprived of him already.
He reached into his pocket and drew out some photos. "It's a club in Paris, I'm thinking of buying it." He passed her the photos. "I have this idea, about a chain of Hubs, one day."
She looked at them with interest, glad that he had included her. There were a couple of interior views and an exterior. Inside she saw a cave-like design of interlocked rooms, bars and a dance floor. It was full of character, intrinsically Parisian in style. Outside, the entrance was discreet but caught the eye with its art nouveau ironwork. It was a fascinating little property, one that she would be pleased to look at herself, on behalf of a client. She smiled when she found herself wondering whether he needed a full time investment advisor.
"I think it would be great investment," she murmured, as she looked over the images, roll-calling all the excellent features that caught her eye. "European cities are having a renaissance in the holiday market, weekend breaks and so on. Character venues will always appeal."
After a moment she glanced up, aware that he hadn't replied.
He was watching her with a curious look on his face. He was probably wondering what on earth she knew about it. She'd told him she was a receptionist, after all.
"I listen to them talking, at work. They deal with a lot of top notch property." Why hadn't she remembered? The answer was, of course, sitting in front of her. He was such a distraction. She made a mental note to clarify what she did for a living, but she didn't want to bring it up tonight and break the current flow.
Thankfully he spoke, covering her awkwardness. "Of course you listen. I'm glad you think it has potential."
His eyes had that shuttered look that made her want to explore the enigmatic side of him, to find the real man who was so alluring to her and find out more than he had already revealed. But wasn't it a stranger she'd wanted?
He tucked the photos back into his jacket, then picked up the menu and described to her the range of liqueurs that she had to choose from before they left.
"This is sex in a glass," she commented, while sipping her Metaxa appreciatively.
"Do you think about sex all the time?" he teased, as if pleased that she liked the Greek brandy.
"Not quite," she replied, chuckling.
"Isn't it inconvenient, when you're working for example?" He wasn't going to let it go.
"No. Sometimes I think my sex drive fuels everything I do."
He was laughing quietly, his hand partially covering his mouth as he looked at her. He was enjoying some secret thoughts.
"Don't laugh, you're embarrassing me. Anyway, circumstances prevail, I'm with a very sexy man." She gestured at him.
He actually looked embarrassed. So, it was possible. She congratulated herself inwardly and stored the moment away. She suspected it was a rare treat.
They stared at each other across the table, their mutual attraction making heat and energy flow between them. It charged their bodies with its suggestions, with its demands. Her lips parted and a she gave a hungry sigh. His hand slipped down her bare arm and stroked it firmly.
"Witch," he murmured his voice a low hiss.
Her hips rocked instinctively and she pressed down into the hardness of her chair. His gaze fell as he took in the movement of her body and his hand paused on her arm. He glanced up.
"Are you always like this, Abby?" He spoke in a low whisper.
"No, it's you. I want you."
Their mutual passion was total and it was uninhibited. His mouth moved into a smile and he tugged the thin strap of her dress at her shoulder with one finger. "You're making me hard."
"You're making me wet."
"Tell me about it."
She didn't reply. She was watching the candlelight flicker in his eyes while she savored the movement of his leg against hers under the table. She slipped her foot out of her sandal and moved it until it was between his legs.
His eyebrows lifted when she slunk down in her chair and put her bare foot over the bulge of his cock in his pants. He moved his hand under the table to close over her ankle.
His hand was warm and firm. He stroked her calf muscle and she felt her eyes start to close as she savored it.
"Are you going to tell me?" he whispered. He had a compelled look about him.
"I'm creaming for you."
His eyes narrowed, his passionate mouth growing taut with restraint as he listened.
"When I move...I'm sticky with it." She moved again. "My G-string is clinging to me."
"Open your legs." His expression left her no choice.
Her legs wavered apart and the cool air teased her. She trembled slightly.
"Touch yourself."
Across the table, the force of his will controlled her. She snuck her hand under the white linen tablecloth and pulled up her skirts, slipping her fingers under her G-string to rest her hand over her mons.
His gaze dropped as if he could see through the table, then lifted again. "Do it, make yourself come, now. I want you to."
Curving her foot over the hard bulge of his cock, she pressed her foot over him as she squeezed herself. Dipping her fingers into the damp entrance to her sex, gathering the sticky fluid of her desire onto her fingers, she stroked them up into the tender groove of her aroused flesh. Spreading either side of her clit, she squeezed, her knuckles gently nudging free a spasm of ecstasy. A quiet whimper escaped her.
His mouth was braced in a tense smile as he watched, his expression wolf-like in the extreme.
Her hips began to rock against her hand, where she rubbed slowly at first, then faster and faster, her clit buzzing with pure delirium.
The air stirred as someone walk
ed by, but she didn't register more than that, looking only at him. His fascinated expression urged her on, until she was pressing so hard the peak was seconds away and she had clamp her lips together to stop herself from making a noise.
"Oh, Abby, you look so beautiful, especially when you are about to come."
He could tell. It pushed her over the edge. A burst of energy suffused her groin, followed by hot waves of relief pooling over her entire body, her fingers coated in her juices.
"Let me taste you."
His request made her groan. She felt so horny that she could climb over the table and straddle him right there and then. She pulled her hand out from under the table and laid it over his. He lifted it to his lips and licked her fingertips. Her body shuddered slightly, caught on the brink of a new wave of lust.
"That's only made me want you even more," she commented.
"That's just as well, because you're going to have to have me, and soon." He gave her a dark smile. "I want to take you down a dark alley and find the nearest wall to stand up against so I can fuck you." He gave that slow, wolf smile that she loved so much.
"Let's do it then." Was it the threat of him leaving for Paris that made her reckless, she wondered fleetingly, or something else? Him? Just him? But she wanted to do it as much as he did.
He threw a wad of notes down on the table, gesturing at the waiter as he did so, then stood up, abandoning the drinks.
She retied her sandal strap and followed his lead, smiling as she reached for his hand. They walked away from the table and out of the restaurant, almost racing one another into the street, moving quickly along the pavements. As the sounds and music of the restaurant faded behind them, her heart pounded, she felt dizzy with arousal, deviant, barely in check.
After a few moments he slowed and turned into a gloomy alleyway. "Come on," he said, taking her hand.
Her pulse rate soared. It was perfect. When they reached the hidden part, he glanced around. They were between two tall buildings in a narrow cobbled passage that was lit at each end, but gloomy at the center point. She pulled on his hand, drawing him to halt. "Here's good," she insisted, pointing to narrow ledge of brick jutting from the wall, hungrily grabbing at him for a kiss, pulling him up against her as she backed toward the wall.
He ran his hand over the fabric covering her breasts.
She balanced her hips on the narrow ledge and clutched at him, one leg lifting against his hip, inviting him in. She wanted fast, clandestine sex, and she wanted it now. "I want you really badly."
He glanced back down the alley. There was no one in sight. He lifted the skirts of her dress, shimmying it up around her thighs and hips, tearing her wet G-string down the length of her legs. Abby clutched at him, one leg lifting against him. His hand slipped into the warm damp groove of her sex.
"I wouldn't have missed that show for the world"
Crazy laughter bubbled up inside her, alongside the desire that carried her. She was high on this, every moment sending her further into orbit.
"I must taste you. I want to lick you clean." He kissed her hard, his tongue thrashing with hers, then he squatted in front of her, moving between her thighs. His mouth closed over her mons, kissing her deeply while his hands spread her open. "Exquisite," he whispered, then ran his tongue up and down from her entrance to her clit.
She trembled. The stubble on his chin ground against her, electrifying her skin while his tongue thrust inside her sex, seeking out and devouring her as he kissed and caressed her, inside and out. She whimpered when the tension began to climb back up through her pelvis, his mouth bringing her quickly back to climax again. Her hips moved instinctively, tracing the innate movements of carnal pleasure without the need for thought while he led her back to that special place again.
As if sensing the imminence of her release, he centered his mouth on her clitoris, sucking gently, teasing it to fruition, his fingers moving against the sleek walls of her inner sex. He pressed a digit against the swollen pad of flesh on the front wall of her sex and she almost lost consciousness for a moment as the second climax took her.
She was still catching her breath when she heard his zipper. She'd grown accustomed to the gloom. She could see him holding the thick, hard shaft of his cock in his hand while he rolled on a rubber. She locked her arms around his neck and put one leg up against his flank, inviting him in.
"I could eat you forever," he whispered against her mouth. He lifted her other leg around his hip and pushed her body up the wall, easily strong enough to hold her.
She moaned her approval, urging him on. His cock nudged inside her. He eased the head a little further, then lunged deep. For a moment she was still, taken with the feeling of being filled, her sex sensitized to the max by what had gone before.
Then she breathed out. He pulled back then drove himself inside her. She groaned with pleasure, her head thrown back by the force. Above them clouds scudded away from the moon, flooding them in its eerie glow. Her legs locked around him and she grasped at him with feeble hands. It was dirty, illicit sex—and if felt so, so good.
His thrusts became deep, and fast, his body driving her up against the wall. The straps of her dress slid down and he placed a fevered kiss on her breast where it jigged up. She ground her hips against his to pull him in to the hilt, her back riding up against the rough brickwork of the wall.
She gave a soft laugh, her hips arched. Her body was burning up with the feeling of being stretched to capacity and that oh so delicious nudge up against her core, sending a roar of heat through her groin each and every time.
She heard a sound and saw two figures pass the end of the alley. Their voices faded away and they obviously hadn't seen anything but Abby couldn't help picturing how they might look to a passer by, indulging in a furtive, surreptitious encounter up against the wall, clothes asunder, and the image only served to throw fuel on her fire.
"I'm coming."
"I know. You're on fire." His face contorted when she came, her body clutching at his cock.
"It's you, your cock, it feels so damn good." Her voice lifted in pleasure. "I want to see. Let me see it Zac?" she asked. "Wank for me like I did in there, please Zac?"
"Now?"
"Yes."
He moaned quietly and thrust faster, then pulled out. "Bloody hell, woman, you know how to drive a man insane." He reached down and locked her hand over her sex.
She could feel the reluctant control in his touch.
He ripped the condom off.
She stared at the fierce pulsing head of his cock. It glistened in the moonlight. His fist rode it faster, his body arched before her to fulfill her request. She glanced up. He was looking at her face. His eyes were like hot coals, burning with lust for her as she looked on him. His eyebrows were drawn close together, concentration holding them. Her lips parted, fingers rubbing her clit.
His mouth opened and his hand moved faster still, then it slowed to a complete stop.
She looked down and saw the upward surge of the flesh in his hand. As it pumped and spurted, ribbons of semen flew between them. She gave a small cry at the sight of it then Zac's hands fell against the wall as he leaned into her and clung to her, his body shuddering in release, his mouth kissing her neck, hungrily.
"I want more, more than this," he whispered, against her throat. "I want to fuck you all night long."
"Good," she replied. "Because I haven't done with you yet."
They kissed hungrily, shared promises captured in every one, staying in the dark alley for a long while, their bodies pressed close against each other. She only turned away from him when voices rose up and a crowd of people passed the end of the alleyway.
He bent to straighten her skirts.
"What a gentleman you are."
"I do my best." He straightened up.
"I thought someone might see us."
"You sound disappointed."
"It turns me on, I have to confess."
He growled. "Tell me more."
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"Well, during the Shock Tart show, half of me wanted to watch, half of me wanted to be up there on the stage with them, being sexually provocative like that, in front of a crowd of onlookers."
In the moonlight, she could see his eyes gleaming with interest.
"Now that I'd pay to see."
She gave a throaty laugh. "Oh but I wouldn't charge you, Zac."
"It could always be arranged." He kissed her neck, his breath hot on her tingling skin, making her chuckle and writhe against him.
"I suppose you do run a theater, with a stage." Laughter bubbled inside her.
"Unfortunately it's fully booked this week."
"Shame," she teased.
"Another time." He glanced down the alley again. "Do you suppose we can make it back to my place before I have to have you again?" He glanced down into her eyes and she saw the twinkle of amusement in his expression. "I shall want to fuck you, properly...soon. I want to come inside you."
She knew what he meant. He meant really come inside her. Her sex gave a pang of longing. "I want that too."
Music and traffic noise reached on the night air. Sounds echoed the streets when they emerged from the alley. Zac hailed a taxi. Inside, he turned to her and lifted her chin with one finger, his expression serious. "Look, we've got tomorrow before I go away, but why don't you join me in Paris on Friday evening, we could make a weekend of it?"
Her heart leapt. She could see he was being cautious, as if unsure whether she would want to go. She couldn't think of anything she would like to do more. "Yes," she replied. "Oh yes please, Zac." The pleasure of his invitation couldn't be hidden.
He stroked her hair then ran his fingers over her cheek, his smile showing her how glad he was. "I can sort you out a booking?"
"No, that's okay. I'll organize it."
When he kissed her, she could feel his mouth smiling against hers. She ran her hands under his jacket, drawing his hips closer to her. Paris, far away from everyone, just the two of them. Her body began to pulse with anticipation.
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