He let go of my hands as my body stopped trembling, clasping my face instead as he rested his forehead on mine, rubbing our noses together and let out a number of contented sighs. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, noticing that the noise levels had increased, as tables were being cleared and the cleaning crew moved in. I tried to kiss him, forgetting about the silk in my mouth, instead I felt him laying gentle kisses all over my face as his thumbs stroked my cheekbones. He suddenly let go and my eyes shot open as they darted to the thick heavy curtain that led out to the upper corridor, thinking someone had just walked in on us, instead Lucas gripped my hips and slowly drew himself back, sliding out of me inch by glorious inch. I closed my eyes again, hating this moment and shuddered as he left my body and I felt his come starting to work its way down. I quickly clenched my muscles and heard a chuckle. When I looked back down he was kneeling in front of me, carefully holding my dress back, his face level with my swollen, tender, abused pussy.
‘Clenching will only protect you for so long, Summer, no matter how tight you are. The law of gravity. Relax, let me look after you. You smell so damn hot, angel, reeking of sex, of me.’ His grey eyes, heavy with unsated desire met mine, as he gave me a reassuring nod. I quickly looked over to the edge of the balcony, making sure no one could see us from downstairs, or opposite, not that it would have stopped Lucas, he was in one of his domineering moods. I moaned into my gag as he lifted one of my ankles, hoisting my leg up over his shoulder as he slowly moved his lips towards my sodden ones. I shivered as his tongue lightly trailed through me, taking his first taste of us, groaning as he did. Seconds later the gentleness was gone as he latched onto me, licking and probing noisily, his hands reaching up the back of my thighs to rake my backside.
I palmed the wall with one hand, to steady myself as I wobbled, balanced on the one foot. Before I even knew what I was doing my other hand had reached, just as he said it would, to grip his hair and pull him closer. The sensation of his mouth working on my most intimate of areas was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I still couldn’t get over how amazing oral sex felt, I closed my eyes as I gave into it, my clit pulsating and throbbing as he nibbled and sucked. I was back in The Dalton Hotel in London, back sitting on the edge of the bed that first time his tongue had tasted me, billions of tiny fireworks exploding in my brain as the pleasure rippled out from my core. I’d never forgotten how that had felt, never, and I didn’t need to as he was mine now, just as much as I was his. I’d never grow tired of Lucas Steel. I began to whimper and whine, as I flexed against him, encouraging him to be more aggressive, but he was controlling the pace, not me. By slowing down, he managed to elongate the pleasure as my head thrashed against the wall behind me, ruining my carefully styled hair. I could feel tendrils sensuously dropping down the back of my neck as it came loose, but my mind was quickly dragged back to what was happening between my thighs as I heard a soft whisper.
‘Look at me, angel. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes as I make you come for me. I said you tasted like strawberries, but I lied. You taste so much sweeter, I could eat you for hours and hours and never grow tired,’ he sighed, as he nipped gently. I inhaled sharply through my nose and looked down at him, his eyes just visible, shining with happiness. That was all it took to make me come again, spasms racking my body as I gripped his hair with both hands, my thigh tightening around his neck as he steadied me, his palms cupping my backside. He gently set my foot down, rose up with a wicked smile on his face and reached behind to undo his tie and carefully remove it from my mouth. I gulped in some much needed air, trying to breathe during two powerful orgasms through your nose was seriously challenging. ‘Ok?’ he winked.
I just nodded, I was still speechless. He wrapped his tie around his hand, like a boxer would a bandage, then reached down between my legs and used it to gently clean me, then himself, before he discarded it in the waste basket in the corner. I raised my eyebrows and he shrugged as he tucked himself back in and did up his zip.
‘That was a silk tie,’ I managed to utter.
‘And it was worth every damn penny,’ he chuckled. He cocked his head as we gazed at each other.
‘What?’ I whispered, feeling my cheeks going pink.
‘You are just so fucking beautiful,’ he replied with a shake of his head, making me blush even more. I still found it hard to understand what someone like Lucas saw in an ordinary girl like me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me against his chest, one hand holding the small of my back firmly, as his other reached up to pull all the pins in my hair out, sending it cascading down my back. ‘I don’t think there’s a single thing that I don’t love about you, Miss Beresford.’
‘Nor me you, Mr. Steel,’ I replied, as I reached up to palm his cheek and kissed him, the taste of me all over his lips. The taste of us. We both looked around in unison as we heard a noise, to see a man in uniform had thrown back the curtain.
‘Monsieur, Madame, excusez-moi. Je suis vraiment desole mais je pensais que tout le monde ètait partie.’
‘Ce n’est rein, ce ne est pas un probléme. Ma coupine ne se sentait pas bien, mais elle est beaucoup mieux maintenant. Je m’excuse de vous avoir derangè, nous sommes prêts á partir.’ Lucas grabbed my hand as I looked up at him in amazement, I didn’t have a clue what he’d just said, I didn’t have a clue he could speak French so fluently, and we’d been here for two days. He quickly strode out, towing me behind him as the member of staff nodded and smiled at me.
‘What was that?’ I asked, looking up at him as we made our way along the deserted corridor.
‘What?’ he smiled, looking across at me with a twinkle in his eye.
‘You speak French, I mean proper French and you sounded … hot!’
‘Why, thank you,’ he chuckled. ‘I picked up from your attempts to be polite to the Hotel doorman when we arrived that you weren’t fluent, I didn’t want to embarrass you.’
‘God, was I that bad?’ I grimaced as we trotted down the staircase.
‘I thought you were adorable,’ he grinned, squeezing my hand tightly.
‘Well you’re a very dark horse. Feel free to whisper French in my ear later, it did things to me.’
‘Really?’ he chuckled again, as he grabbed the door and held it open for me to walk out first.
‘Summer, Summer, look this way for us,’ came a chorus of voices, as I shielded my eyes from the flashlights going off in my face.
‘Damn it,’ Lucas muttered under his breath, as he quickly moved in front of me and grabbed my hand again. ‘Come on, our driver should be waiting. Stay close and keep your head down, you look like you’ve just been fucked.’
‘I have, very well too,’ I giggled, as he pushed his way through the gathered photographers. How had they known we were here? We’d made it until now with no one seeming to have noticed me, though I had worn large tinted glasses and kept my hair tucked up into a hat during the day. Lucas had said he’d seen people whispering and looking my way when we ate our meal earlier, someone must have leaked our visit. I could hardly hear for the noise as they all shouted at me, English and French accents merging in the cacophony of sound. Our driver was waiting with the car door already open and Lucas shielded me as he made me get in first, then launched into a tirade of French, sounding none too happy when someone got too close and tried to grab my arm. I slid across the seat, leaving room for him to quickly hop in besides me with a sigh. I laughed as the door was quickly shut behind him. ‘You look like you’re about to have a heart attack. I’m fine.’
‘I hate this,’ he growled angrily. ‘Looking is fine, taking pictures comes with the territory, but no one lays their hands on you. No one.’
‘Except you,’ I smiled, as I snuggled up to him and lifted his arm, placing it around my shoulders as I lay my head on his chest.
‘Except me,’ he confirmed with a deep sigh, then a tender kiss on my forehead. ‘À l’hôtel s’il vous plaît.’
I tipped my head back, looking up at
him in awe. He was so masterful. God was I in love with this man.
Lucas
I kissed her forehead before instructing our driver to head to the hotel, taking a few calming breaths. If we couldn’t even come to Paris without being found, then it definitely was time for her to have a bodyguard. We were going to have to think about more than one, to cover shifts. We could look at upgrading the security systems at her penthouse, for when they were off duty and I wasn’t with her, my place too, for when she stayed there. It would make more sense to live together, but my place was too small for her damn wardrobe and I needed access to my gym for my clients. Besides, she’d never agree to move in together yet, not after freaking out thinking I’d purchased an engagement ring. We were getting on great, I didn’t want to rock the boat too soon.
‘I’ve had an amazing night,’ she sighed, her fingers stroking my chest through my shirt, startling me out of my thoughts.
‘Me too, angel. You really enjoyed it?’
‘I did. All of it, it’s been so lovely.’
‘Well the night’s not over yet, I have plans for you that don’t involve a lot of sleep.’
‘I need to freshen up first, I have a surprise for you.’ Her eyes met mine, sparkling with mischief.
‘Hmmm, what kind of surprise?’ I asked, my mind rapidly regaining focus on the woman who’d fast become my priority in life.
‘You do know the meaning of the word don’t you?’ she laughed. ‘Why don’t you have a drink in the bar, give me ten minutes and then come up.’
‘O I’ll be coming up, don’t doubt it,’ I teased, as I dipped my head and kissed her lips, unable to break away until our driver coughed, to alert us to the fact that we’d arrived at The Domville. I looked out of the window and sighed to see more photographers. Word was definitely out. ‘I’ll go first, same rules, stick close to me, ok?’
‘Ok,’ she replied. ‘Merci, Monsieur. Bonjour.’
‘Bonjour, Frederick,’ I added, restraining a smile as she wished him good morning, instead of good night, saying the same so as not to show her up. ‘Merci, et á demain.’
‘Bonjour, Monsieur Steel et Madame Beresford,’ Frederick replied with a smile at me in the mirror. I gave him a larger tip for playing along. ‘Á demain. Á midi pour l’aéroport?’
‘Qui, merci.’ I confirmed our pick up at midday to head back home, then hastily bundled Summer through the hotel door, tipping the doorman who held back a photographer trying to follow us in. ‘You’re ok going up alone?’ I asked, not wanting to let go of her hand.
‘I’m a big girl, Lucas. I can find our hotel suite all on my own. Enjoy a drink, you don’t often have one. I promise, ten minutes and I’ll be ready.’
‘Don’t make it any longer, I’ll miss you.’
‘Softie,’ she teased, as she pursed her lips for a last kiss.
‘I think you’ll find I’m never soft around you, angel. My cock has some irrational obsession with your sweet little cunt.’
‘And you were doing so well on the romance,’ she tutted, shaking her head as she walked off towards the set of lifts. I cocked my head as I watched her sexy backside swaying. No, softness around Summer definitely wasn’t an issue. I waited until she was safely inside before turning to head to the bar.
‘Monsieur Steel,’ called the receptionist and waved an envelope at me. I strode over, puzzled. ‘This just arrived for you, I was asked to hand it to you in person when you returned from your evening out. Did you have a good time?’
‘We did thank you.’ I took the envelope off him and was hit with a sudden surge of fear. I knew exactly what was in it before I tore it open to read the message.
‘Is everything ok?’ the male receptionist asked, in impeccable English.
‘Actually, no, it’s not. When did you say this arrived?’ I shoved a hand through my hair. How the fuck did this Mr. bloody Black know we were here? He seemed to be one step ahead of us all the damn time and we were still no closer to finding out who he was.
‘It was dropped off about ten minutes ago.’
‘Did you see who delivered it?’ I asked, as I looked up at the ceiling to check for cameras that Ian could access.
‘Yes, a man about your age, with a well spoken English accent, but I’m afraid he was wearing a baseball cap and a pair of dark glasses. I couldn’t really give you a very good description I’m afraid. I think he’s a guest though.’
‘What makes you say that?’ I asked, tearing my eyes off the card, which I shoved back in its envelope and into my suit pocket.
‘Because he was carrying a box and headed to the lifts. I don’t recall seeing him come down yet,’ he advised. My mouth went dry.
‘Which floor?’ I demanded.
‘I’m sorry?’
‘Which floor did he get off on?’ I roared. ‘Quel étage?’ I could feel my hands shaking as terror surged through my system.
‘I didn’t see, I’m so sorry. Mr. Steel? … Mr. Steel?’ he called behind me as I left him standing, hurtling towards the bank of lifts, one thought on my mind. Summer. My angel was in danger. How the hell could I have been so stupid as to leave her alone? I slammed my hand on the button repeatedly as I cursed and whipped my head around, looking for the stairs, bolting for those instead, lamenting the fact that I’d picked one of the largest suites, up on the fortieth floor, right at the top of the damn building. I ran, like I’d never run before, the fate of my angel forcing my legs to keep moving up each and every flight, not even pausing to look at the signs as I turned each corner. I pushed past someone rushing down the stairs, not even taking a moment to glance at them or apologise for bumping into them. Pure adrenaline was powering me up, my lungs were burning but I didn’t let it stop me. She needed me, she always needed me and I’d bloody left her alone. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to her.
I’d fucking die if anything happened to her.
I gasped for air as I turned another corner, not slowing down for a second, thanking God that I kept myself in shape. I lost focus on how many flights I’d counted, my mind picturing Summer cornered and terrified, God only knows what he was planning on doing to her. I flicked my eyes to the wall to see I was at floor thirty-eight, two to go, lost my concentration and slipped, smacking my head on the edge of the concrete, knocking the wind out of myself. I forced myself up, wincing at the pain in my side and wiping hot sticky fluid off my face as I launched myself forward again. Two more flights, two more flights was nothing, I’d run another hundred for her.
I’d run forever for her.
I flung the stairwell door open, the noise of it slamming back against the wall would have deafened me, if it wasn’t for the sound of my blood pounding in my ears. I charged up the corridor, all of my muscles stiffening up ready for a fight. My heated blood suddenly froze in my veins as I heard her startled cry drifting through the open suite door to our lobby.
‘Summer,’ I roared, as my fists bunched at my sides ready to defend her. I ricocheted off the door frame, panting, to find her standing by the mahogany centre table, her face that had been flushed only minutes before was pale. My eyes darted back and forth looking for her attacker.
‘Lucas, my God, what have you done? You’re bleeding,’ she exclaimed, concern all over her face.
‘Where is he?’ I gasped, as I rushed to her side and pushed her behind me.
‘Who?’
‘The man who came after you, who made you scream?’ I demanded.
‘What man?’ she replied, sounding confused. ‘There is no man.’
‘You screamed, Summer.’ I jerked my head around, as I heard the noise of laughter drifting up the corridor through our open door.
‘I found a box on the floor outside, I thought it was from you. I just carried it in and opened it, that’s why I cried out, it was one of those boxes, here! I was so shocked. How could he know we were here? What room we were in?’ Her voice was shaking and I blew out a deep breath before turning around to face her, kissing her for
ehead before positioning her in the corner as I whipped out my mobile. ‘Lucas, you’re really bleeding,’ she gasped, as she reached up to try to touch my face. I pushed her hand away. I didn’t have time, the threat was still real.
‘I’ll be fine, I thought he was up here with you. Give me a minute, I want the suite swept and the key cards changed once we know that we’re alone.’ I turned my back on her, making sure I had line of sight of the entrance and the inner door through to our suite, protecting her behind me, as I barked orders at the receptionist. I noticed that Summer had dropped the box on the floor, it was a fucking box from Parkers, in Paris. They didn’t even have a branch here. There were more roses, which were lying on the floor next to it and another card, which she didn’t seem to have opened. I was told to stay on the line until hotel security made it to us. I could hear Summer breathing too fast behind me, I’d scared her. Fuck, I’d scared myself and my bloody ribs were killing me every time I took a breath. I wiped away the blood that was trickling into my eye and winced when her hands slunk around my waist, as she pressed up behind me, holding me tightly. She went to let go, when she realised I was in pain, but I grabbed her hands with my free one, keeping her there. I wanted her as close as possible, forever.
I was impressed at how fast the team of three burst in, Tasers at the ready. Two of them went to search our suite, while the other rang the paramedics, despite my insistence that I was fine. When we were given the all clear, someone was sent up to change re-code our room cards and the lock. Summer quickly gathered up the roses and shoved them with the card back in the box, putting it in our lounge, before she disappeared to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel, dabbing at my face as I insisted to the hotel team that we didn’t need the Police calling. On that they relented, but when the Hotel manager appeared, with the paramedics in tow, he and Summer wouldn’t listen to my objections that I was fine. I grimaced as they opened my shirt and examined my ribs, more at how upset Summer was as she watched them with me, than the pain of having them press them. I was told I’d probably broken a couple of them and also needed stitches in the cut to my temple, but I wouldn’t hear of going to the hospital. Summer sighed and disappeared into the bedroom as they patched me up on the spot and gave me some painkillers, with me apologising profusely for all of the fuss.
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