Love In Three Countries: France (A Billionaire Travel Erotic Romance) (2 page)

Within a moment, he's by my side again, telling the driver in quick French exactly where he wants to go. “I am sorry for rushing you, but we are a bit late.”

“
It's quite alright,” I lie. I'm honestly tired and dizzy now from practically running from Chez Mimi.

“
You look ill suddenly. Lay your head on my shoulder, we will be to the restaurant soon.”

I look at him suspiciously for a moment, before doing as I'm told, leaning against him and closing my eyes. He has such a faint smell of cologne that I wouldn't even know it if I weren't pressed against him. It's a deep, manly smell that matches his voice and his looks. I'm not one for folly or falling in love at first sight, but I am becoming quite fond of this stranger.

I may have dozed off then, because Jacques has to shake me a bit once the taxi stops. He pays the driver before helping me out of the car again.

We stand before a proud building, with the words Le Cinq written above tall windows on vinyl in a golden font. More slowly now, Jacques escorts me past the doors where we are greeted and immediately seated. Jacques laughs at a joke shared between the waiter and himself in French, before we are left alone.

Seated by one of the tall windows, we look out to a garden past the golden-pink trim of the window. Next to us is a sort of palm tree, and the cream colored chairs we sit in are comfortable with the cushion on the back and large cushion beneath us.

My stomach growls again, loud enough for Jacques to hear it. “You are very hungry,” he comments. “We will order soon.”

The waiter, as if he could read our minds, pops up next to Jacques almost immediately. “Do you like lamb?” he asks.

“
I do.”

“
I will order the lamb shoulder, then. Is that agreeable?”

“
I think so.”

He turns to the waiter and orders in French. Maybe I should have tried to learn a bit more before I began my vacation, but it seems most people know enough English for me to get by. The waiter scurries off, and Jacques turns to me again. “I took the liberty of ordering the best red wine, as well.”

I nod, taking in the beauty of the restaurant. It's attached to a hotel, and I wonder if this is where Jacques is staying.

“
Jacques!” Both of our heads turn to see a man walking towards us quickly, a smile on his face.

“
Ah, Eric!” He turns to me and leans in now, whispering. “Eric is the Restaurant Director here. He's a good man, but does not know much English.”

I nod and we both turn back to the man, short and balding slightly. He smiles brightly at us and the two men converse again. After a few minutes, Eric turns to me.

“
Madamoiselle,” he takes my hand and kisses it gently. I simply smile and bow my head slightly. He turns to Jacques again with wide eyes. “Lucky!”

The exclamation makes us both laugh, and the men say goodbye and Eric leaves. “I am sorry about him. He is a bit of a womanizer.”

I giggle and shrug. “I have met my fair share of womanizers. He doesn't seem too bad.”

Soon after, our table is filled with food and wine. We quickly dig in, the flavors of the lamb sending me straight to heaven. What an amazing meal, and the wine is likewise to die for. Though we did not talk much, there seems to be an emotion between us. A sort of excitement, of possible conquest. As I take my last sip of wine, the alcohol finally hitting me and making me a bit giggly, I rest my hand on the table and the handsome man before me takes it. His dark brown hair shifts gently against his forehead as he leans in, staring deep within my eyes and searching my soul. Before he even asks the question, I know I am going to say yes.

“
Olivia,” he starts, the words no louder than a breath. “Would you like to see my room?”

I nod, and Jacques again takes my hand, helping me up. We leave the table, and I wonder if we will get in trouble for not paying. Or maybe he paid beforehand?

Through the doorway to the hotel lobby, he leads me to the elevator. “I am up a few floors,” he comments while we wait for the doors to open. I stand close to him, feeling his heat through his suit, breathing in the masculine scent from his cologne. The double doors open and we both step into the empty elevator. He presses the button for the 5
th
floor, the doors pausing for a second before closing.

Suddenly, I'm pressed against the wall of the elevator, Jacques' soft lips pressed against mine. He opens his mouth and shifts his face for a better angle, and I part my lips a bit as well. His tongue licks my lips before invading them, flicking into my mouth and pressing against my own. We don't have enough time to do much more than kiss, and as my stomach drops I know the elevator is slowing. I try to pull him close, to prolong the kiss, but from over his shoulder I see a couple is standing in front of the door, waiting for us to let them on.

We pull away from each other, grinning sheepishly as we exit the small box and avoid the disapproving look of the couple. Taking my hand again, Jacques and I nearly sprint to his room, laughing like children playing on a summer day. Before we reach his door, my foot hits a bump in the rug, and I take an embarrassing tumble to the ground.

“
Are you alright?”

I sit up, pushing up against my arm to try and stand up, but my ankle is sprained. “No, my ankle.”

Jacques examines my thin limb, his soft hand tenderly grazing my skin. “I do not think it's broken. Here.” His arms slide under my body, and with a gasp from me, he lifts me up and carries me the rest of the way. “I'm sorry you got hurt because of me.”

“
I'll be alright.”

It takes some work for him to get his key card from his pocket and to unlock and open his door, but he manages it without causing me any pain. Carrying me past the threshold and to the bed, he gently lays me down. With his hands free, he flicks on the light switch. The room we're in is beautiful, probably the largest room in the entire hotel.

“
I wish you could see the view,” he says, gesturing toward the window. “It's amazing. When I had this hotel built-”

“
You what?!”

I couldn't help my outburst. He owns this hotel?
Owns this whole hotel?!

“
I thought you knew,” he says in a sort of innocent voice. His almond eyes wide with surprise, he sits on the bed next to me. “Yes, my family had this hotel built.”

I compose myself, though my heart is pounding through my chest. “Oh.”

An awkward silence falls over us. I feel guilty for that, it's entirely my fault. I let it linger for a moment, before grabbing his suit coat and pulling him into me, forcing his lips onto mine again.

“
I need you,” I pant. “Make love to me.”

In an instant, his suit jacket is off, and then his pants, all while still kissing me. He pulls back, allowing me to get a good look of his muscular, hairy legs as he unbuttons his dress shirt. The light pink fabric is sheer and soft looking, and as more of his chest and stomach are revealed, I realize my panties are starting to get wet.

Though my ankle is still sore, I push myself up onto my knees. I pull him toward me by his tie for another kiss before pulling my dress up over my head, the low bun my hair is in falling loose on its own. His brown eyes take in the sight of my body, covered only by panties. My dress doesn't work well with a bra, so I didn't wear one.

“
You are beautiful,” he says. His shirt now unbuttoned, he tosses it away from himself, pressing himself into me and forcing me to lower onto the bed. He runs his hands through my hair, his lips graze the skin of my neck, and he growls before sinking his teeth into me. Not too hard, just enough to maybe leave a mark for a few hours. I gasp, my arms wrapping around him and my nails digging into his skin.

He shifts his face to the other side of my neck and does the same, my nails again digging into his tan flesh, leaving red dots where they nearly pierce his skin. His lips dance down my chest, kissing me gently and letting me relax and get used to the pain in my neck.

His mouth finds my nipples, sucking one between his lips. His hand slides beneath my back to pull me up closer to him, his warm hand against my skin making me tingle. An air of electricity surrounds us as his other hand slides down my body and presses against my mound. “Oooh,” I coo. “Do that some more.”

His hand presses against me harder. “Go in circles,” I plead, and he heeds my command, his palm roughly swirling my skin around with the motion of his hand. He stops and slides my panties down my leg, and I feel his hardness pressing against my thigh where he is straddling me.

Two of his fingers slip into my slit, exploring my wet valley gently. Roughly, he enters my hole, his thumb nestled against my clit as he fingerfucks me. I buck wildly against him and the pleasure he's giving me, before he pulls me down to the edge of the bed and flips me over. His hands caress the soft skin on my ass cheeks, spreading them and getting a good look of my ass and pussy from behind. Removing his hands from my rear, I sense him pulling down his boxers before pressing his prick up against me.

I didn't get to see it, but I do know it's large. He starts to slowly rub his member up and down my slit, being sure to his my sensitive nub while spreading my ass cheeks again. Feeling so exposed to him is turning me on even more than the friction between his skin and my velvety slit.

His cock now slicked up and leaking precum, I feel him press it against my tight hole, so unused to sex as it is. I'm not a virgin, but I haven't slept with anyone for a very long time, and I take a deep breath and hold it. I know penetration will hurt at first.

Gently, Jacques runs his hands up and down my back, relieving my anxiety and relaxing me before slowly pressing himself into me. Because of that simple, loving gesture, I feel no pain at all. Just an immediate burning of lust as each centimeter works its way into my cavern, filling me in ways I have never been filled before. I press back against him, trying to get him deeper into me faster, but he has control of my body by holding my hips in place. I whimper and whine before begging him, “Please, fuck me!”

At my command, he slams the last of his cock deep into me before pulling back out. With only the head of his prick left in me, he hesitates for a moment before piercing my depths again, hitting my cervix roughly and sending me into an immediate orgasm.

Again and again, he fucks me roughly, before flipping me over and helping me to sit up. He pulls my face to his as he takes slow, shallow thrusts into me. Kissing me sweetly, I find my head swimming with lust and something different, something calmer. I ignore that secondary emotion, throwing my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso.

Lifting me up, he keeps himself within me as he carries me to one of the walls. In and out, he fucks me against the wall, my ass hitting it and making sounds that must be annoying any neighbors he may have. The slapping of my pussy against his balls, the squishing of his cock moving in and out of me, and the sensation of his manhood pressing against my g spot is nearly too much to handle, and I find myself thankful he's holding me up. If I were on my own two feet, I would have no strength.

Picking up his pace again, he slams his prick into me, fucking me hard and fast. He pulls my hair; I scratch into his back. I give a high pitched scream; he gives a low growl.

Finally, with a groan from both of us, he thrusts himself deep within me and his cum shoots against my inner walls, coating my womb completely with his seed. I twitch against the wall, shuddering through a long orgasm that keeps coming in waves.

Carrying me over to the bed again, he tucks me in under his comforter and then joins me, cradling me in his arms. I fall into a calm, safe sleep in the strong arms of my protector.

I wake up and, from the clock on the nightstand, I see it's 4 am. Not wanting to wake Jacques up by showering, but knowing I need one, I get dressed silently and head toward the elevator, making sure everything in my wallet is present.