A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (6 page)

Evan…

“MELISSA, WAKE UP bébé. I have a car
coming for us in twenty minutes.”

“I thought we were staying naked today?” she asked in that
sexy not quite awake voice I have come to adore.

Unable to resist, I took her nipple into my mouth and bit.
Her moan was so loud I was instantly hard as a rock.

“Believe me, I have more planned with this body of yours.
You will be screaming my name when I make you come, but for now I think we
should go shopping. Time to start transforming your apartment. Come on, you
have twenty minutes to get ready.”

“Twenty minutes? I can be ready in five to ten minutes.”
Abruptly, Melissa straddled me, and I was balls deep in her warm, wet pussy
once again.

“Oh Melissa,” I moaned. “You're the best, bébé”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

I slapped her on the ass, growled at her, and got busy
making her scream. I didn't want to keep Charles waiting too long.

WE ARE DROPPED off at Lexington and East 32nd just down from
the New York Design Center building. The place was empty as we wander from
showroom to showroom looking at magnificent pieces of French furnishings. One
of my earlier phones calls was to a close friend who wields vast influence in
the world of interior designers and who could make big things happen on short
notice. One call had opened the doors of various French showrooms to us on a
Sunday afternoon.

As we took it all in, Melissa told me what she liked and
didn't like, and I gave my input.

“Oh bébé, let's get these leopard sheets. They are wild like
you.” I loved to make her blush. The mixture of her innocence and sexiness was
very appealing. “I'm thinking we should order a four poster bed. Tying you to
the bed could be fun.”

I saw her face turn to confusion and sadness as she turned
to look at other items. She didn't realize I was close enough to hear her
whisper under her breath. “What good will that do me when you leave? I don't
want the ghost of you haunting my place.”

As I studied the side of her face and took in the words she
had just whispered, I started to wonder about what had taken place in the last
36 hours. Everything had changed. Everything I thought was true had been turned
upside down. I had met a woman I had no intentions of ever leaving, and at this
moment I couldn't imagine my life without her. But I could understand her whispered
words. She knew my track record with women. Hell. Anyone who read the tabloids
knew my history although I do have to say not all of it is true. Some of the
women in the photos were just for publicity, or I was snapped at the wrong
moment. Melissa was nothing like anyone I had ever dated, fucked or just been
around. She didn't care who I was. Sure, she made comments about my photo in
Bergdorf’s window, but she didn't treat me as if I was some sort of God. She
was sassy toward me. She challenged me. She let me be me. And I trusted her. I
never thought I would find all of that in the same woman.

Then again, I’d never thought of being with one woman
forever and the thought of that scared me. Even though I have no plan to hurt
her, I knew I could. But I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to make
everything right in her life. I wanted to take away her pain. Was she just a
project for me? A new campaign? Was I trying to make another thing in my life
perfect? If I'm questioning myself, she had to be questioning my motives as
well. The truth of the matter was, in my heart, I knew I was falling in love
with her.

Coming out of my thoughts, I looked at her and took in the
beauty of the lady standing before me. It's time to make her smile, so loudly I
questioned her. “Hey bébé, should we get a movie to watch tonight? Action
packed? Drama? Romantic comedy? Or maybe some porn?”

“Ssssh. Do you need to broadcast that? You're such a bad
boy!”

“Do you want to spank me, bébé?”

“Maybe after you feed me.”

“Good idea. Are you ready to head back home?”

“Oui, monsieur. I'm thinking we should get a movie and food
delivery. Let's take advantage of our last night together.”

“Ooooh. What do you have in mind, bébé?” I wrapped my arms
around Melissa and she laughed. She has the best laugh. I stepped away from her
briefly to call Charles. I let him know we’re ready to head home and we set off
to meet him. Once in the car, Melissa snuggled up to me. She felt and smelt so
good. I loved how I could smell her scent on my clothing.

“Hey bébé, I'm not ready to be away from you.” I felt her
instantly tense in my arms. “I think you should stay with me at my apartment
until Thursday.”

“But, I have to work all week.”

“Charles and I'll take you to work every morning and then
pick you up. Say 'oui.' You don't want me to have to sleep alone, do you?”

“I don't think you would have any trouble getting someone to
sleep with you.”

“I told you, only you have slept in my bedroom. I have never
brought anyone else there. I go to their place or a hotel, fuck and leave.”

Melissa got very quiet and turned to look out the window.
Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I reached for her and turned her face back
towards me. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so crude. That was in poor form.”
I kissed her tenderly.

“I don't want you to lie to me, but I don't need to hear
anymore about any of that. But, oui, I will stay with you.”

“Good. Pack a bag as soon as we get to your apartment and
then you’re mine tonight to do with as I please.” She smiled, and I slipped my
tongue into her mouth making her moan. “Oui, bébé. I plan to hear that moaning
from you all night.”

THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, in between
sexy time with my gorgeous man, I kept having the same dream play out in my
head. Each time, the dream continued a little further. I’d had this reoccurring
dream before, and it was always the same. Plain and simple, it was a sex dream
and it always ended with me having an amazing orgasm in my sleep. The room was
dark. I couldn't see clearly. I could only hear sounds; jazz music playing in
the background, and a breathless conversation. I could not make out exactly
what was being said or who was saying it, but I knew the language was French.
There were two bodies twisting and moaning, entangled together. I sensed an
incredible orgasm building, only to wake with Evan's hand between my legs
caressing me in the most delicious way. I squeezed my thighs together trapping
his hand right where I want it.

“Mmmm, in a perfect world I would wake up this way every
morning,” I softly moaned in a sleepy voice.

“I heard you moaning in your sleep. I thought I could be of
some assistance. Anything for ma cherie.”

“You’ve brought my dream to life, monsieur.” I moaned.
Pushing into him wanting more, I begged softly, “I want to feel you in moi.”
Evan growled, slowly slipping inside me, and I breathlessly purred, “Oui oui
oui. Don’t stop. Sooooo good, mon cher monsieur.” I twisted and rotated my
hips, meeting his thrusts.

He groaned, “I love when you moan in French, bébé.” He
thrust faster and deeper, and I arched up into him. “You feel so good, bébé.”
Suddenly, he slowed his rhythm, intensifying the sensation of his cock sliding
in and out me.

“Evan. Pleeeease Evan. Faster.” He moved with a little more
speed. “Ooh mon dieu. I need to come, monsieur.” I panted. “Harder! Faster!
S'il vous plaît!”

His pace quickened. “Come for me, baby. Right now!” he
growled into my ear. My walls started tightening and pulsing around him. “Mmmm.
That's it. Milk my cock.” I had no problem doing exactly as I was told.

“Maybe I should stay right here all day.” Putting the back
of my hand to my forehead, I feigned a dramatic sigh, “I think I feel a fever
coming on.”

Evan started laughing, “I wish we could too, but we both
have work to do. Let's get up and shower.”

“Mmmm. I like our showers together.” I bit his lip and then
climbed out of bed.

Evan slapped me on the ass as I moved to the bathroom. He
quickly followed me. “You have become so naughty, bébé.”

After a quick shower together, I got dressed and double
checked my bags to make sure I had everything I needed to spend a few days with
Evan. I'm looking forward to four more days of hot sex with him. Ooh la la. I
couldn't imagine that that would be enough. How will I ever go without his
delicious body tangled with mine? My body constantly craved him.

I sighed as I zipped my bag shut and headed into the kitchen
to make coffee and a light breakfast. We ate quickly at the kitchen island, and
then we were out the door to a waiting car. Greeted by Phillip and Charles we
popped into the backseat. I snuggled up to his side, and he pulled me onto his
lap. I loved the yummy kisses he gave me on the way to my office.

Too soon we pulled up in front of McDimel-Sanders Building
on Avenue of the Americas. Evan helped me out of the car, and I received one
last earth-shattering kiss. Floating across the sidewalk, I smiled at the
enormous nutcrackers stationed in front of every square concrete pillar of the
cantilevered entrance to the building. I loved how the modern, glass skyscraper
was transformed during the holidays. My mood was elevated as I breathed in the
pine scent of the decorated Christmas trees displayed above the revolving-door
entrance. I practically soared up to my office on the thirty-third floor.

It was early when I walked into the art department, and it
was empty and quiet. I dropped my purse next to one of the two large drafting
tables in the office space I shared with my co-worker and good friend Jane. As
I removed my coat, I caught a whiff of Evan's scent and breathed it in deeply before
hanging it on a nearby rack. I then set about making a pot of French roast
coffee. While waiting for the coffee, I turned around and faced the large
discovery board on the opposite wall. The board was filled with photos,
magazine clippings, fabrics, and colour wheels, all meant to inspire ideas for
ads. As my eyes flitted around, I was drawn to a photo of Evan, and I had an
overwhelming urge to draw.

I poured some café crème into my Café de Flore coffee bowl,
a gift from my dearest friend Lily. As I passed by the large drawers that held
all of our design supplies, I grabbed a few sheets of smooth drawing paper and
took them back to my desk. My desk was covered with coloured pencils, markers
and watercolour paints as well as several preliminary sketches for storyboards.
Whenever I could or when the mood struck me, I loved to doodle. Jane called it
art and told me to stop wasting my talent working on storyboards that brought
other people's ideas to life. She insisted on many occasions that I should show
in galleries. Personally, I thought she was a bit biased; they are only
sketches hardly what you would call masterpieces worthy of being exhibited.
However, she had planted thoughts in my head of maybe one day turning these
doodles into larger works of art, but only for my pleasure, not for public
viewing. They were private drawings of my surroundings; interesting objects and
people that captured my attention. They were not portraits and often they are
not complete figures, but rather studies of body parts. My current fascination
was with the elements that made up the face.

Sitting at my desk, smiling to myself, I began sketching and
lost myself in my drawing of Evan’s lips. My smile faded quickly when Jane
walked in and began to bombard me with questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving the party on
Friday? I was worried about you. Last time I saw you, you were pretty tipsy.
And then I hear that you took off walking, refusing to take a car home. Are you
crazy?

“Last I looked you were wrapped around some hot guy bumping
and grinding. True dirty dancing moves. I was waiting for you to be lifted in
the air at any moment.” I laughed.

“He was pretty hot, wasn’t he? But don’t change the subject.
We are talking about you!”

“I was fine. I took a stroll by some holiday windows.”

“You are crazy!”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better someone followed me
out of the party.”

“Tall, dark and handsome, I hope!”

“But of course. Who else would be following me?” I attempted
to make a joke of the situation, but seeing the look on her face, I added, “As
you can see, I made it home safely.”

“You're not getting off the hook that easily, my friend.
I'll tell you my story, and you tell me yours. We'll compare hotties!” She
laughed.

I joined Jane laughing, watching her seductive eyebrow raise
and smile, “Fine, you go first.” I was hoping Jane would be so focused on her
party antics; I could slide under her radar. Oh how she loved to share her
escapades with me.

My plan works just as I had hoped. Jane launched into her
story about her holiday party hottie and just as she was about to hold me to my
end of that deal, we were interpreted by Sam McDimel, and Jane was called away.
I loved Jane, but I was not ready to tell her all. Soon but not yet.

Jane and I met at McDimel-Sanders Advertising four years ago
and became instant friends. We were the only two women in the art department,
and we made a good team. When she started, I had just ended a bad relationship
and she was all about having fun. She filled my life with laughter. At the end
of our first week working together, Jane insisted we go out for some champagne
to celebrate. A girl after my own heart, as champagne is always my drink of
choice. Jane was gorgeous; tall and thin, yet shapely in all the right places
with auburn hair and blue eyes. Men were drawn to her beauty, but she was so
much more than a pretty face. She was witty, smart and kind. She was forever
trying to fix me up, but after my last experience I refused to jump back into
dating. I always worried that anyone I dated would be more interested in my
inheritance than me. I wasn't willing to take a chance. I wanted to keep a low
profile and yet here I was involved with a male supermodel. Go figure! But not
to worry. Sad to say this little tete-a-tete with Evan would be brief. At least
he was extremely attentive for the moment.

THROUGHOUT THE DAY, I received
multiple texts from Evan. They started out simple and sweet, but as the day
wore on, they got more and more suggestive. I was trying to be calm and not
giggle too loud. The smile on my face was hard to hide.  Luckily, Jane was in
and out of the office most of the day and I didn't have to explain my
giddiness.

< Hey bébé, I can smell you on me. It's driving me crazy.
I can't wait to be inside you again. >

< You NOW have me tingling all over... Mmmm! >

< I'm having a HARD time being away from you. >

< You really should stop teasing moi. I do not have a
spare pair of panties with me. >

< Are you wet for me, bébé? >

< DRIPPING! I guess I could go without panties. >

< GROWL! Keep those panties ON. I’ll rip them off as soon
as I get a hold of you! >

< Purrrrrrrr! >

< You are in for a GOOD fucking, bébé. >

< Hyperventilating. May need to relieve the pressure
before I see you. >

< DO NOT TOUCH YOURSELF! >

< Is that a COMMAND? >

< Damn right it is! >

< You are very controlling, MONSIEUR! >

< Ooooh. I like that MONSIEUR. I may need to hear that
later. >

< Monsieur, I kindly ask that you stop texting for the
rest of the day. My breathing is irregular, and I fear I may pass out! >

< I will leave you breathless when I'm between your legs.
>

< Ooh? Having a difficult time sitting still at my desk.
Would like to wiggle on it as I am not to touch myself. NO, I won't do that.
I'm sure you won't ALLOW that orgasm either ;) >

< That is CORRECT. You will be properly relieved with
mouth, hand and…! >

That was the last text I received. I was happy but sad they
had stopped. At least I was able to get some work completed. Happiness came
again at the end of my workday when I saw Evan was waiting for me in the lobby
with a wicked grin on his beautiful face. Once in the car, our lips were
connected with tongues aggressively exploring each other's mouths. I was hoping
we would be heading directly to his apartment, but Evan insisted we go out to
dinner first. I wasn’t sure why he was making me suffer, but he had never
disappointed me in the sex department, so I was sure it would be worth the
wait. I was shocked that the wait continued when we got back to his place.

“Sit on the couch and relax. I’ll get you a glass of wine.”
He was particularly commanding tonight. The anticipation was making me crazy
with want.

As he was walking toward me, his phone rang and I looked
down to see the name “Isabelle” displayed. I knew I shouldn't have looked, but
I couldn't help myself. Evan answered it immediately and sat across the room
from me. I grabbed an Elle Decor magazine out of my bag and started flipping
through it.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. When did you
get back in town? I’ve missed you too.”

Really? I’m sitting right here.

“Ooooh. That sounds great. I can’t wait to see you,
gorgeous.”

What the fuck!

“Let’s get together Friday mid-morning. I have a commitment
through Thursday that I can’t get out of, but after that, I’m all yours or
actually you will be all mine.”

Wow! Something lined up as soon as I leave for work.
Man-whore!

“That’s perfect. You know there is no one like you. I have
big plans for us on Friday. Make sure you have plenty of energy. Yes, you will
definitely need it. We’ll be going at it non-stop, gorgeous.”