Fling in Paris (7 page)

"Oh, I'm starving,” she agreed. “Just not for food.”

Chapter 6

"Waiter, serveur, serveur" Roberto called for the server, though he kept his eyes on Sherry the entire time. The waiter appearing in short order, and Roberto asked politely for the check. It was delivered and paid quickly, and before Sherry had time to think he was whisking her out of the restaurant and onto the street.

"Slow down!” Sherry cried, slightly breathless from the excitement. “Where are we going?"

"To my flat," Roberto told her, paying her no heed as he tugged her down the Rue de Belgrade.

"You have a flat in the city?"

"Yes, it's not far from here. Let us hurry now.”

In no time, they arrived at an apartment complex, more modern-looking than many of the other buildings they’d visited today. Roberto entered his security code and they were buzzed inside. He practically dragged her up to the fifth floor and into his apartment—no suite, she corrected as she stepped into the foyer. This place was ten times the size of any of the flats she’d looked at today.

Leaning against the door, she pulled her thong down off her legs and tossed them. Roberto turned just in time to see the scrap of black lace floating to the floor, and that hungry look lit up his green eyes again.

“I want you,” he told her, his voice husky as he walked toward her.

"Come get me," she purred seductively, pulling her dress over her head and tossing it on the floor. He got down on his knees, then spread her legs open and pressed her tighter against the door before dragging his tongue across her clit.

"Your pussy is so wet," he growled as she cried out, then speared her pink folds with his tongue, tasting her as he fucked her with his mouth.

"I told you I was hungry,” she moaned, placing one hand on his left shoulder blade and the other hand in his hair to draw him closer. "Oh yeah… that’s it,” she cried breathlessly. “Fuck me with your tongue." His tongue moved faster inside her, and then he shifted so that he could lick and suck at her clit.

“Mmm…. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” She cried her entire body shaking as she was thrown into an orgasm. He didn't let up though, continuing to lick and suck, sending her into orgasm after orgasm until her toes were permanently curled from all the pleasure. “Have mercy on me!” she gasped, even as she clutched his hair and urged him on. “I’m going to die if you keep this up!”

Finally, Roberto removed her hands and stood up, pressing her back against the door. He kissed her hard, shoving his tongue in her mouth so that she could taste herself. She moaned at how erotic it was to taste her own juices on his tongue, and fumbled with the zipper of his pants so she could free his erection and stroke it. He didn’t let her play for very long, instead lifting one leg to wrap around his waist, and then entering her with one smooth, long stroke.

"Oh!” she cried, gripping the door knob with her left hand as he worked his cock in and out, in and out. He fucked her slowly, thoroughly, until they were both covered with sweat and she was shaking with pleasure.

"Sherry, you feel like heaven," Roberto growled against her ear. “Please, bella, come for me.” He fucked her harder, faster, and he moved her hips down to meet every thrust. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, then licked the vein that pulsed there before biting down sweetly on it. He smiled as he felt her stiffen beneath him, then cry out, her eyes going blind in that way they always did when she had an orgasm.

"Oh, my bella!” he groaned, then pulled his cock out and came, spilling his seed down the side of her thigh. They stood in silence for a moment, breathing hard, and then he gently lowered her leg to the floor.

“We should get you cleaned up,” he told her gently, tracing her cheek with his fingertips. He led her to the bathroom, and pulled his jeans on while she washed his seed off her body. She came out, dressed in a short bathrobe she’d found hanging in the bathroom.

“Why don’t you let me show you around?”

He led her through the various rooms, and she was surprised at how many there were; a living room, a den, a kitchen, and several spare bedrooms. “I don’t know why you call this a flat,” she muttered. “This is bigger than the average house.”

He chuckled. “Why don’t I take you to the master bedroom?” he suggested. “There’s a wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower from there.”

The master bedroom was three times the size of her hotel room, with a California King-sized bed that dominated the center, raised up on a platform and covered with black silk sheets. It beckoned like a seductive lover, but she forced herself to cross the room over to the windows, where she could see Paris and the Eiffel Tower, glittering in the night like precious jewels.

“This really is an amazing view.”

"That's one of the reasons I bought this place,” Roberto told her. “Although I admit that after seeing the tower day after day, the view does become rather tedious."

"Really? Why don't you take my flat then, and I'll take yours? I'm not joking, "she added as Roberto chuckled. She opened the French doors and stepped out onto the balcony. “This is all so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you." He came up behind her, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck. She stepped away from him, then went back inside to survey his bedroom once again.

"So this is where you sleep."

"Amongst other things," he murmured suggestively. She ignored him and walked around the room, studying the various pieces of art and furniture.

"I like your fireplace,” she said, caressing the lapis lazuli-carved mantle “Does it work?"

"Yes." Roberto sat on the bed. “Come here.”

"And you have a balcony," she ignored him and opened his closet. "And women clothing." She arched an eyebrow at the skimpy black number she found hanging that certainly couldn’t be called a dress.

“My ex-girlfriend’s things.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I haven’t cleaned them out yet.”

"Oh.” A tiny seed of doubt niggled at her—usually when a man didn’t get rid of a woman’s things it meant he still had feelings for her. “I should call Sophie."

"You've decided?”

"Yeah, I'm going with the flat on rue Montmartre in the 2nd district."

"Why?"

"It's modern, clean, has a shower and bathtub, and a balcony."

"It's not close to me,” he pointed out with a frown.

"Exactly,” she said. “If we were too close I'd never get any work done."

Leaning back on the bed, he arched a brow and shot her a come-hither look. "I have some work for you to do now."

Smiling, she crouched down on the bed like a tigress, crawling slowly toward his cock spearing through the air. She licked it from base to tip, and grinned as Roberto groaned deep in his throat. She swirled her tongue around the mushroom head, tasting salty drops of pre-cum, then took him whole inside her mouth.

“You’d better finish what you start this time,” he rasped, his hands gripping her hair tightly as though he was afraid she was going to leave him hanging. She chuckled, and he groaned as the sound vibrated against his cock. She sucked him slowly, moving up and down while her hands caressed his balls. She could feel them drawing tighter against his body, a sign that he was going to come soon, so she started deep-throating his dick faster, harder.

“Oh God, bella, I’m going to come!” he shouted, then spurted his salty seed into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing every last drop, savoring the look of rapture on his face.

Looking down at her, he watched as she licked a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. "You're so sexy," he murmured huskily, and reached for her.

Her phone rang and she jumped up to answer it. He caught her wrist in his hand and tried to pull her back down. "Let it ring."

"No, it could be important." She shook him off and grabbed the phone as if her life depended on it. “Hello?”

"Bonjour, Sherry."

"Oh. Hi Marie." Sherry laughed, the tension sliding out of her. Even though Nick had said he wouldn’t call her anymore, she’d been worried it was him. “What’s up?”

"I am coming to see you."

"Umm, I’m not at the hotel.”

"Where are you and who are you with?" Marie asked curiously.

Sherry hesitated only a moment. "I'm at Rue Belgrade in the 7th district with Roberto."

"I'll come get you. And, young lady, you have some explaining to do."

Sherry laughed. "Okay mommy, call me when you're close."

"I'll be there within an hour,” Marie promised. “Au revoir."

"Au revoir,” Sherry replied, then hung up. She placed the phone in her purse, then noticed that Roberto was watching her curiously. "I hope you don't mind my friend coming to meet me here… I guess I should have asked first."

“It's alright with me,” Roberto said, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “I guess we are done for today, then."

"We've had enough sex for a week," she pointed out with a smirk.

He smiled sincerely. "I could never have enough of you."

Touched, she leaned over and kissed him. "You’re so sweet. I need to take a shower,” she told him. She gathered up her clothes and started walking towards the bathroom.

"Do you want some company?" he called after her, only half-joking.

“No," she called back, and he heard a click as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

He got up off the bed and phoned Sophie to tell her the flat sherry selected, then threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. As he made turkey sandwiches he thought about Sherry. She was everything he was looking for in a woman; smart, sexy, and funny. He had been looking for a distraction until Simone came to her senses and crawled back to him, but now he wasn’t so sure he wanted that. Every time he tried to picture Simone in his mind, all he thought about was Sherry.

Sherry entered the kitchen wearing a retro dress; one of Simone’s outfits. "Do you care if I wear this?"

Roberto smiled as he studied Sherry. The dress fit snugly around her body, accentuating every dip and curve. "Take it; it looks better on you."

"You’re just saying that to be nice.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I'll give it back to you on Monday."

He meant every word; the erection that was springing up at the sight of her in that dress was proof, but since she was leaving he decided not to say anything. "I made you a turkey sandwich,” he said instead, handing it over on a plate with a glass of wine.”

"Thank you." She took it from him and sat down at the kitchen table before digging in.

"What are you and your friend going to do this evening?" he asked.

"We will probably go to a club." Sherry shrugged; she really hadn’t thought about it. It didn’t matter where they went as long as she spent time with her friend.

"Don't pick up any guys,” he teased, or at least he thought he was teasing—jealousy reared his ugly head as an image of Sherry with another man flickered in his mind.

"Are you the jealous type?" Sherry asked, arching her brows.

"No," Roberto answered, and it wasn’t a lie. He had never been the jealous type before she came around.

"Well, I'm not looking, so you don’t have to worry."

“That’s what you told me the first time I met you,” he pointed out. “Yet here you are.”

“That was an accident,” she said stiffly. “It’s not my fault you turned out to be my boss. I would have never seen you again otherwise.”

The buzzer went off, interrupting them, and Roberto pressed the button, his eyes still on Sherry. “Hello?”

"It's me Marie."

"I'll be right down," Sherry called, then rushed off to gather her purse and clothing. When she came back, Roberto was still eating his sandwich.

"Well… I guess this is goodbye," she said.

"Yeah.” Roberto swallowed before he spoke again. “Uh… I forgot to tell you I called Sophie about the flat and she will call you with the moving details. Call me after you finishing hanging with your friend, maybe we can hook-up." He smiled.

"Okay." She kissed him on the lips. “Bye now.”

She took the elevator down to the lobby, where she found Marie lounging on one of the comfortable couches in the waiting area. Marie rose as she saw Sherry approaching, and they exchanged greetings.

“This is a very nice building,” Marie commented.

“Yeah. Definitely high-class,” Sherry agreed as they walked outside and headed for Marie's car.

"Sherry!" Roberto called.

Sherry looked around, puzzled, but she didn’t see him anywhere. He called again, and she looked up in surprise to see him standing on his balcony. His shirt was left open and fluttering in the breeze, and he waved a piece of paper in his fist at her.

"Is that the same guy from the club?" Marie wanted to know.

"Yes, that's him."

"You’re a very lucky girl."

“I remembered that I haven’t given you my phone number,” Roberto called, and released the piece of paper. It floated down gently, as though the night breeze was personally ensuring that it reached her safely, and she caught it in her left hand. Opening it, she found his number scrawled inside, along with the invitation for her to come back later if she wished.