Page 49 of Mr. Delicious
It was one of the best days that I’d lived. Definitely one of the best, and still there was more to visit.
As the last remains of sunlight retracted from the brilliant Parisian sky we walked along the river. I ate ice cream while I noticed AJ glancing at me several times out of the corner of his eyes.
He was holding my hand and we were walking and acting like we did this all the time.
He drove today which was nice. We’d gone outside the house and I noticed a blood red Porsche on the drive. Just like that AJ had, had it delivered. We got back in it now and I relished the feel of the soft leather against my back.
The mood continued for most of the drive back to the house. We were talking about cooking then suddenly cooking turned sexy.
“I could imagine you baking naked.” He stated with a nod and that smile.
“Is that you requesting that I bake naked?”
He snapped his head around to look at me. God, I noticed the other night that he brought out the sexy in me. I wasn’t normally like this at all.
AJ however had managed to unlock this side of me that I never knew existed. I’d gone from mildly flirty to just rip my clothes off.
“Fuck, is that an option?” His gaze turned hungry.
I twisted around in the seat so that I was facing him, his gaze dropped to my thighs where my skirt had rode up. He stared for far too long and the lights changed. It was too late when he noticed and we ran straight through the red light.
“Wren, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m so sorry.” I laughed.
He had to speed up way past the limit so that the cars that had turned down our road could pass. However, AJ didn’t adjust the speed back to normal. He continued at that pace with a wicked, sinful smile on his face. Taking the occasional glance at me.
“Wren, your ass is mine when we get back.”
“I’m on top.”
“Sure in round two. I call dibs on your ass first.”
God, I was so turned on I had to steady my breathing.
We got back to the house in fifteen minutes and he yanked me from the car, hoisting me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
He gave my ass a firm smack and squeezed my cheeks.
“AJ I think your staff are still here.” I saw Maria’s car and Pierre’s truck on the lawn.
“They can leave now.”
A heavenly aroma greeted us as we walked in and there was Maria at the kitchen door. She smiled when she saw us. Me on AJ’s shoulder with my clothes practically hanging off me.
“I made your favorite , I’ll see you two in the morning.” She bubbled, cheeks coloring.
“Merci, beaucoup.” AJ thanked her.
I heard her giggle. I didn’t see her because AJ twisted around with me and my eyes were glued to the firm contours of his ass.
He didn’t take me up to the bedroom. Instead we went to the hall with the grand piano and L shaped sofa . That’s where he set me down.
I giggled as he lowered and started sucking my left breast through the fabric, but then I thought I’d take charge.
“I call dibs on foreplay.”
He started to protest but stopped when I tugged on his belt buckle, realizing instantly what I meant.
