Page 100 of Take A Number
“Nothing.” She giggles as she grabs the shampoo and proceeds to lather up my scalp before adding, “I better get a twenty-minute dick before you leave in two weeks.”
I pinch her sides, and she squeals with laughter, turning her hip into my dick and causing it to come back to life again. “If someone would participate in video sex more often, perhaps I would have been better prepared.”
“Just wait until you hear how thin these walls are,” she exclaims, hitting me with her wide, blue eyes. “Even my pretty in pink vibrator is on sabbatical.”
“Thank fuck Chelle is gone, because this would have been a seriously awkward two weeks for her since I can’t manage to keep my hands off you.” I dip my head and kiss her while squeezing her ass in my hands. God, it feels good to be back in the same time zone again.
We finish showering, and Norah shows me her bedroom that used to be Chelle’s office. It’s small, but it has its own terrace, and Norah said she spends her mornings out there doing bookwork for the bakeries and organizing things back home.
After round two in her bedroom, Norah makes some croissant sandwiches and opens a bottle of wine that we enjoy on the terrace and take in the view of several people milling about shopping, eating, and having a drink in the middle of the day. At least three pastry shops are within eyesight, and as I glance over and connect eyes with Norah, I can’t help but say, “Paris suits you.”
“Yeah?”
I nod and take a sip of my wine. “You’re glowing.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “That might be the orgasms I just had.”
A smug smile spreads across my face that likely has to do with my own orgasms as well. “Video chatting is nice, but it pales compared to seeing you in the flesh. You look so beautiful and very relaxed here.”
“I feel it.” She exhales heavily like she’s drinking in that emotion. “I didn’t realize how overwhelmed I was with both the opening of the second bakery and launching the franchise so soon after.”
“It was a lot.” I tilt my head and eye her thoughtfully. “Are you having any second thoughts about doing the franchise at all?”
“No,” Norah exclaims, her eyes wide. “God, no. Actually, with how great the Denver location is doing, I’m more excited to get the franchise moving.”
“You just needed a break first,” I deduce.
“Exactly.” She peers down at the courtyard of people sipping coffee and gets a faraway look in her eyes. “This has been totally rejuvenating for me, and now I’m kind of excited to go back home and kill it.”
“Thank fuck, because I’m ready for you to come home,” I grumble with a desperate tone to my voice that I don’t care if she hears. “Life is boring without you.”
Her shoulders scrunch up around her ears as she giggles. “I can’t say Paris is boring, but it just got alotmore fun now that you’re here.” She pins me with a sincere look, and our gazes lock for a long, lingering moment, urging me to throw her over my shoulder and take her right back to bed.
But I’m here to see my girl in Paris, and that’s what we’re going to do. “So, talk to me about what we’re doing for the next two weeks. Where are we headed? I know you have an itinerary hidden somewhere, so whip it out already.”
“That sounds dirty,” Norah squeals before ducking inside and grabbing her yellow legal pad. She returns and flops down in her seat, looking like she’s getting ready to run a board meeting. “But you’re right…I have it all mapped out.”
“How very on brand of you.” I wink at her.
“And I have some rules,” she says, biting her lip nervously.
My brows furrow at that. “Rules?”
She nods and flips the page, squinting at her handwriting. “Yes…rules for a newly-in-love couple to make it through a two-week European vacation together.”
“This should be good,” I groan and straighten out my glasses in preparation.
“Number one, waffle hand-holding only. Number two, sex every night and morning.”
“Mornings too?” I reply with a smirk. “My, aren’t we demanding in Paris?”
She points her pen at me accusingly. “You got me addicted to morning sex in Aspen.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault,” I huff with a laugh.
“Everything is your fault, Dean.” She shoots me a mischievous wink. “Okay, number three, no going to bed angry. We talk it out until we can fuck it out.”
“That’s a Boulder rule too, so I already agree to that one.”
