Page 30 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

“I want to see,” he murmurs, his gaze somehow turning hungry again. Seriously? Already?

“Want to see what?”

His finger slides inside me, and I wince as I realize what he means. His cum is leaking out, trickling slow and warm down my thighs, mixing with my own wetness.

“Yeah, I get it, you’ve marked me.” I roll my eyes and wave him off. “Now I really need to shower. You got me so fucking wet I feel like I’ve peed myself.”

“Fucking hot,” he whispers and leans down, hands on my hips to keep me from walking away as he licks a path up my thigh to catch a drop. I shudder, but I don’t think I have another orgasm in me for now and let him lead me to the shower.

“To a fun day.” Reed raises his glass of champagne, and I clink mine against it with a soft smile. After our shower, I mentioned my plan to make the most of the balcony with an Instagram-worthy evening out here. And now we’re both wrapped in fluffy hotel bathrobes, barefoot, lounging side by side as the Eiffel Tower glows in shades of gold and amber.

“So, was your brother right?” Reed asks curiously and I lean my head against his shoulder. “Is Paris making you fall for it?”

I take a second to think about his question as I swirl my glass and think about everything I’ve experienced over the few days.

“It definitely made me change my opinion of it,” I finally admit and take a sip of my champagne. “The people here are nicer than I thought and now that I’ve actually seen the pretty parts of Paris, I can at least understand why so many people are in love with it. I think I’d come here again one day.”

He looks at me suggestively and I poke his calf with my foot.

“As in travel here again,” I clarify and narrow my eyes at him, making him chuckle. Then he takes the glass out of my hands and sets it down on the table.

“Coming in Paris can definitely be arranged, though.” He pulls me onto his lap, so we both face the tower, his hand immediately sliding up my thigh with determination. “Be quiet,” he whispers right next to my ear and loosens the knot on my bathrobe, making it fall open.

“What are y—Reed!” I hiss, looking around in a panic. But the side of the balcony covers me… well, most of me.

“Shhh,” he whispers and covers my mouth with his hand as the other one quickly slips under my robe and heads straight for my pussy. My hands grab onto his arm, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his bathrobe.

“I know you liked that,” he chuckles lowly as two of his fingers dip inside me, still wet from our hot and touchy shower session before, his thumb rubbing my clit. “You wanted them to hear you, didn’t you?” He spreads his fingers, crooking them, until he finds the spot that makes me inhale a sharp breath and bite my lip so hard I’m afraid to break the skin.

“Now I can make you come right here,” he whispers, his breath feathering over my ear sending a shiver down my spine as he takes his hand off my mouth. Yes, that’s it, not the words leaving his mouth. “Do you want all of Paris to know what you sound like? How you shout my name when you lose yourself in pleasure?”

I close my eyes and focus on exhaling through my nose. Fuck. Staying quiet has never been so hard.

“Eyes open, sweetheart.” He nips at my earlobe and I do as he says. “You’re so wet for me again,” he whispers. “I knew you’d like this.”

I want to shout, want to hit him or turn around to ride his fingers, but all I can do is let him fuck me with his fingers, whispering reminders of the car ride into my ear as I try to breathe, try to keep quiet. But I can’t stop the soft whimpers when he starts pushing that spot in me, over and over again, lips stretching into a grin against my shoulder as he renders me mindless, completely gone, my body tense and begging for him to make me come again.

“Touch your breasts,” he whispers, voice rough, and I pull open my robe, hands cupping them, pinching my nipples hard as he plays my body like a lover of many years, his other hand clamping over my mouth to stifle my moans as he pumps faster, relentless. Just as the Eiffel Tower starts sparkling in the distance, my orgasm rips through me, leaving me shaking in his hold, stifling my moans to soft whimpers.

Reed holds me close until the shivering stops and when he pulls his fingers out of me, I grimace at the obscene sound it makes.

“Coming in Paris is turning out to be my favorite thing,” I admit softly and snuggle closer. I know this is a vacation fling—we’ve had that conversation after all. But damn. Today makes me wish it could be more.

Reed

Ilookatthewoman snoozing in my lap. Her hair falls on her face softly as she leans against my shoulder, still catching her breath after coming for the third time today. We’d come inside when the night air turned just a little too cold to relax outside in just our bathrobes, keeping the door ajar as we huddled together under her sheets, so closely that not even a sheet of paper would fit between the two of us.

She fell asleep quickly, but I can’t quite relax, not only because we’re waiting on room service to bring us a pretty late dinner. What can I say, we were a little preoccupied before.

No, it’s because thoughts keep rushing through my head, and I can’t get them in order.

My phone starts to buzz in my jeans, flung somewhere in the room, and I let out a deep sigh, pressing a kiss against Abby’s disheveled hair, before I carefully free myself from the sheets and try to find it. Turns out, carelessly kicking your jeans off can make them fly all the way behind armchairs. Who knew?

So I kneel down and fish the phone out of my pocket, breathing out a deep sigh when I see Adam’s name on the screen. Closing my eyes for a moment, I lean the phone against my forehead.

Do I really want to answer that? I’ve had such a great day, and I just know Adam will somehow manage to bring it down.

Then again, he’s not only my brother but also my boss. So I get up with a groan and pull on the bathrobe again, deciding to take the call on the balcony to not wake up Abby.

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