Fling in Paris (9 page)

“Oh, I love summer,” she sighed to herself, her thoughts turning to the past. Toronto summers were wonderful—not too hot, and there had always been plenty of things to do with Nick. She cringed at the thought of her husband, and her mind turned away, back to yesterday when Roberto had kissed her, then left her for the first time without having sex. Perhaps it was for the best that they started to distance themselves from each other. She had a husband, and he… well, it was just impossible. They were two different people from two different worlds, never mind countries!

Her business line rang, jerking her out of her thoughts, and she answered quickly.

"Bonjour, Sherry,” Monique’s voice came onto the line. “I’m just calling to let you know that you have a meeting with Mr. Zanetto at 1 P.M."

"I do?" Sherry asked, startled. She didn’t remember setting up any meeting.

"Yes. It’s very last minute, and he apologizes, but he says it’s very important.”

Sherry glanced at the clock. Last minute indeed—it was 12:45! "Thanks for telling me. I’ll be right over.”

She took a few minutes to dig out her compact and freshen up, then headed over to Roberto’s office. He was on the phone when Monique showed her in, but he smiled and waved for her to have a seat. He finished the phone call, then told Monique to hold all calls until he had finished the meeting.

"How is the training going?" he asked, devoting his full attention to her.

Ah, so this really was going to be about work. "It went much better today,” Sherry said, smiling. “I might actually have them trained in less than four months."

"Really?” Roberto frowned. “That’s bad news."

Sherry scowled. “What do you mean? It’s great news. The company will do much better once the employees have finished their training.”

"I was talking about us." Roberto stood up, and walked around his desk to crouch down next to her. “Once you’re done with the training you’ll have to leave, and that just won’t do.”

"What you are doing?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as his fingers ran across her cheek, and then her lower lip.

"What I wanted to do this morning when I saw you." He hauled her out of the chair, pulled her against his big, hard body, and crushed his mouth against hers.

Sherry moaned, her hands automatically fisting in his shirt, and then she tore her mouth from his. “Stop, Roberto. I can’t do this.”

"Yes you can,” he whispered roughly, his fingers popping open the buttons of her blouse. “I want to fuck you right now, here on my desk."

"No!" The room had no windows, but that didn’t stop her from panicking. What if Monique heard them? She tried to push him away, but it was like trying to topple the Empire State Building with her hands—not going to happen.

"You think you can come to work looking sexy and it's not going to turn me on?" He finished with the buttons on her shirt, then popped the front clasp on her bra and filled his hands with her breasts.

"I’m wearing what I always wear to work!" she tried to sound stern, but the words ended up a gasp as he tugged roughly on her nipples.

"You're sexy in everything you put on. I have to have you.” He nipped at her earlobe, then tongued it gently as he continued to massage her breasts.

"Stop it,” she whispered breathlessly even as her body arched into his touch. “You could have had this last night, but you walked away."

"I was a little angry last night,” he admitted while nibbling at her jaw. “But I'm over it now. I can’t seem to stay away from you, and I’m the only man here that knows exactly what you like.”

He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, and she bit down on the inside of her lip to keep from screaming. He tugged, licked and suckled, then switched to the other nipple and repeated the same treatment until she was squirming freely against him.

“Please, Roberto,” she whimpered, trying to stay quiet. “Fuck me.”

Growling, he pushed her back again his desk and crumpled up her skirt before freeing his cock from his slacks. She could see the mushroom tip, already glistening with pre-cum.

“You want this inside you?” he asked roughly, his hands squeezing the shaft.

“Please, God, please.”

He pushed inside her and she gasped—no matter how many times they did this it always felt so good, the hard, thick length of him filling her up. “Come on, baby,” she pleaded as he began to move inside her. “Fuck me hard.”

He picked up the pace, pumping her hard, fast, filling her up. “You like that?” he panted, his hands reaching up to toy with her nipples.

"Yeah... just like that,” she whimpered. “Ooh, ooh, ooh!” He covered her mouth with his just in time, swallowing her scream as she came. He had an orgasm at the same time, and she felt his seed gushing inside her—so hot, so good. Damn, but it was good.

Later, they went to a restaurant close to the office, where the food was good and the wine even better. She settled on lobster bisque with fresh French bread, and after her stomach was full she spent some time nursing a glass of red—since she was eating lunch with the boss, she figured she wouldn’t get into trouble for having a glass of wine during the middle of the work day.

"What’s going through you head, Sherry?" Roberto asked, studying her with those intense green eyes.

Sherry laughed nervously. “I was wondering if Monique heard us having sex in your office. I tried my best to be quiet, but you know how things slip out.”

Roberto grinned at the memory. “If she did, it’s hardly the first time.”

Sherry felt her face turning red. How many women had shared that exact same spot, in the exact same position she did? "You’re a devil!"

He shrugged. "Well, I think you should hear it from me. I’m not going to lie to you—I’ve had plenty of women both in and out of the office. But I have never had a woman like you." He held her eyes with his own the entire time, and she felt her face flush again, this time with pleasure.

"Are you saying that because I am African American?" she asked, cautious.

He shook his head. “It has nothing to do with the color of your skin. I know yesterday you said you want this to stay casual, but I feel that this could be something special. I have feelings for you, Sherry.”

Sherry rolled her eyes. “You mean your dick has feelings for me.” But in her heart, she couldn’t quite discount how caring, how thoughtful he’d been these past few days. Still, it was probably all a façade. “I bet you don’t even remember where I’m from.”

Roberto arched a black brow. "You're from the USA, but you grew up in Canada."

Okay, maybe he remembered that much. "What State am I from?"

"North Carolina."

Wow. "So you were listening that first night!”

Something flashed in his eyes, and for a moment she thought she actually might have hurt him. But it was gone, and he simply smiled. "We should get back to work now, but let’s have dinner later.”

Sherry nodded. “That sounds good.

“Excellent.” He stood and offered his hand to her. “I’ll have my car pick you up at seven o’clock.”

Back in her office, Sherry tapped her ballpoint pen restlessly against her desk. It was turning into a boring afternoon, as no one needed her help and she’d finished putting the lesson plan together. After checking her email for the fiftieth time, her thoughts turned to her love life again. How should she tell Roberto about Nick? If this was turning into something serious then he definitely deserved to know. She couldn’t, in good conscience, keep him in the dark forever.

No closer to an answer than she’d been before, she took a quick trip to the bathroom. When she came out of the stall, she saw Monique standing near the sinks, waiting for her.

"I’m sorry to disturb you, but can I speak to you for a minute?” she asked.

"Umm, sure.” Sherry frowned and stepped up to the sink to wash her hands. “What’s this about?”

"Well, it’s really none of my business,” Monique began as Sherry started running the water and lathering up her hands with soap. “But I thought it would be a good idea to tell you to be careful. Roberto has indulged in many affairs with women in the office before, and not one of them has walked away without being hurt. You seem to be a nice person, and I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.”

Sherry rinsed her hands off, then reached for a paper towel. “Thanks for your concern, Monique,” she said, smiling, “but don’t worry about it. I know what I’m getting myself into.”

Monique looked doubtful, but she only nodded. “Bonne chance,” she told Sherry before they parted ways. Good luck.

The car arrived on time, and she had the driver take her to her flat so that she could change. It was a warm night so she wore a short red sheath dress, paired with a thin black shawl and red pumps. The butler greeted her when she arrived at the house, took her shawl, and led her through the house and out back, where a table for two was set on the veranda. Two long tapers burned brightly, the only source of light, but it was bright enough that she could see the long table set off to the side, laden with covered dishes—a buffet.

Her stomach rumbled, so she served herself and then sat down and waited for Roberto. He came in several minutes later, wearing a black silk shirt and slacks, a bottle of wine in his hands.

“Good evening, bellisima,” he smiled as he caught sight of her, then placed the bottle of wine on the table. “Stand up. I want to see what you’re wearing.”

She stood up and turned once so that he could see the dress. When she faced him again she saw that his green eyes gleamed with hunger in the candlelight. “No sex right now,” she warned. “I want food first. And I want to talk.”

He nodded and sat down at the table with her. “Let’s get started, then.”

They chatted about the present this time—she about her lifestyle in Toronto, he about life with his siblings in Tuscany. She found herself listening more than talking as he described the ambiance of Italy, and she found that she wanted to visit, though she didn’t dare say it out loud.

The night air grew chilly, and so they moved their conversation indoors to the parlor. “What’s your favorite sex position?” he asked as they made themselves comfortable on the settee.

She swallowed. That hungry look was back in his eyes again, and every time he looked at her like that her nipples hardened and her pussy ached.

“I like being on top,” she answered honestly.

“Really?” his eyes gleamed as they raked her body, intrigued. “I don’t believe we’ve tried that position very much.” He moved closer and slid his hand up her dress and between her legs. “Mmm, would you look at that. You’re already wet. Let’s see if I can make you wetter.”

He stroked between her legs until she was at a fever pitch, crying out and coming all over his fingers. Smiling, he licked the juices off them and then unzipped her dress, pulled it down her shoulder and it slid to the ground surrounding her feet. “I love it when you come prepared,” he hissed as he leaned back, pulling her on top of him. By that he was referring to the fact that she wore nothing beneath the dress.

She fumbled his cock out of his pants and wrapped her fingers around the length, stroking him hard. “Oh yes,” he groaned. “That’s good. But not good enough.” He removed her hands, shoved his pants down to his knees, and pulled her closer. “Ride me, bellisima,” he pleaded, and groaned again as she slid her tight pussy down over his cock.

“Oooh,” she moaned, her eyes closing as she filled herself up with him. “That’s good.” She moved her hips up and down, sliding herself against him, and soon he was gripping her hips, slamming her down onto his cock, picking up the pace until they were both crying out in orgasm again.

When it was done, she laid her head down on his chest, utterly spent. He fumbled for a nearby blanket and threw it over them.

“I love you,” she murmured happily, and then they both slept.

****

Sunlight streamed in through the window directly onto her face, waking her. He’d moved them to his bedroom at some point during the night, and though she was alone she could feel that the spot he’d lain in was still warm, so he couldn’t have been gone very long. She sat up and looked at the clock on the mantelpiece across the room—7:30 A.M. Shit. How is it that she was always oversleeping whenever she had sex with this man? This has really got to stop, she thought.

She got up, then stopped dead as she caught sight of the chair near the foot of the bed—one of her work outfits was laid across the back, pressed and ready to put on. Roberto walked in just then, already dressed.

"Good morning, bella," he said as he gave her a kiss. “As you can see, I had my driver go over and pick some things up for you last night. “I put your toiletries in the bathroom and your clothing is in the closet.

"How?" She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or angry.

"I have a key to your place." He grinned, obviously pleased with himself.

She definitely wasn’t happy about that. "Give it to me. We need to talk about last night."

He smiled. "Get dressed so that I can take you to work. We can talk in the car.”

Sherry opened her mouth, then shut it as she checked the time again. They could argue later—if she didn’t hurry she was going to be late.