His Paris Affair (The Albury Affairs) (8 page)

“Ruiz…”

“Why did you marry him?” he barked cutting her off and
ending whatever spell she had been under. She released him and turned to the
papers on the table, arranging them with shaky hands.

“Could we not talk about that? We have work to get done.”

“He’s not from Cuba, he’s Italian. Even Jon Luc noticed
that!” he went on, his voice rising with each word.

Melody kept her gaze on the papers on the table. “I really
have to leave here after two hours so can we please get this done?” she
practically begged.

From her peripheral view, she saw him drop down to his knees
next to her then he took her upper arms in his large hands and pulled her up to
face him. His face was contoured in both anger and anguish and it was his
imprisoning hands that kept her from raising her own and stroking his cheek in
comfort.

“The woman you overheard me speaking to was my mother. Yes,
we had planned to get the resort from Reno by any means necessary, but that all
changed when I met him and Riana, when I finally learned the truth. All you had
to do was ask—an entire year wasted all because you never trusted me! All the
things we could have achieved by now—”

“Stop!” Melody yelled, lowering her head to meet her raised
hands to cover her ears. She couldn’t hear about what they could have had and
the ‘what ifs’. She’d tormented herself enough with them and she couldn’t
handle them coming from Ruiz. Either way it was pointless because she was never
leaving Antonio.

He yanked her hands away from her ears and Melody raised her
head meeting his gaze. “None of that matters anymore. It’s over and done with
and now we have nothing, absolutely nothing between us so stop!”

“That’s where you are wrong,” he growled his head swooping
low to capture her lips in a searing kiss with his own.

Melody felt a bust of emotion fill her at the contact, her
body suddenly ravenous for one thing—Ruiz.

* * * *

Ruiz had no idea what he was doing but there was no way in
hell he was going to stop. He’d watched her lips move and they teased him like
a fat kid in a candy store. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer so he
responded to his baser instincts and kissed her. It felt like coming home, a
drop of cool refreshing water on the tongue of a man lost in the desert for
weeks. He drank from her deeply not sure he’d ever be able to willingly stop.
God he’d missed her so much.

He felt her hands tag at his shirt at his shoulders. He
hadn’t even realized she’d completely unbuttoned it. His belt was also done
away with, his trousers hanging open at his hips. He released his hold on her
and helped her rid him of the shirt. Then he began pulling her dress off in
rushed jerky moves proof of his impatience to get to her naked flesh. He wanted
to feel her against him again, skin to skin. He pushed his jeans down and
kicked them off just as she pushed him back to sit on his knees. She raised
herself, ready to mount him, her impatience vibrating off her shaking form when
he held her still.

“Do I need to wear a condom?”

As if finally realizing what they were about to do, she
froze staring into his eyes. He could still see the lust in them as they
glittered like honey gold, but he wondered what she was thinking. Was she
finally thinking of the husband she was about to cheat on? Was her conscious
finally audible in all that haze of lust?

Then finally she shook her head. “No, you don’t.”

Ruiz smiled; if she only knew she’d answered his question in
more ways than one.

“Ruiz,” she began hesitantly, “it’s been a while...”

 
If he wasn’t so
hard up, he’d dance a jig! That served as the confirmation he so desperately
needed but also provoked more questions.

He nodded. “We’ll go slow, gentle. I want to savor this.”

She smiled at him, a real full-blown Melody Sinclair smile
that always turned his insides to mush. He raised her above his straining
erection. He almost lost it when he saw her drip over the bead of cum at the
tip of his shaft. She swallowed him up with a sigh, her body shaking from the
intrusion while Ruiz shook from his own first stroke of pleasure. The hot and
tight walls around him were like a punch in the chest. After a year of
celibacy, no one would blame him if he came right at that moment, but he fought
it. He wanted to stay inside her for as long as he could, taking pleasure from
her body. His hands moved up and down her back, to her rounded hips. He wanted
to touch her, to completely consume her. He wanted to lay her on the ground and
fuck her like a maniac, but he liked it better with her above him, looking up
at her, his face nestled between her large breasts. They were larger than he
remembered but he wasn’t complaining.

She began to ride him, slow and hesitantly at first until he
began to guide her with his hands on her hips and she found a sure rhythm. She
bounced on his shaft faster as he raised and plunged her needing more, craving
more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she moaned and cried out
landing harder on to him. He was sure if he didn’t work out he’d have no muscle
to cushion his thigh bones and they would have broken in half by now at how
forceful she rode him. He panted over her nipples, lightly licking them and
rubbing his face against, under and between them, doing everything he knew that
drove her crazy except suckle the tight buds. He wanted to tease her, torment
her into riding him harder.

He kneaded her thighs open as he parted his own so that she
could sink fully onto him, taking him completely inside her. Her body shook
again as if she was attached to a high voltage, her hands tightening into fists
in his hair as she rode him harder, chasing after the ultimate high that was
her orgasm. Sitting lower against him, her tight nipples brushed against his
chest as her breasts bounced and he knew the sensation was what made her
movements jerky and heavy. She was close, he could feel it. Normally, this was
where he would take over, but he didn’t. He held onto her hips, helping her rid
him as he watched the beads of sweat roll down her creased face, dropping to her
chest and roll between the valley of her breasts. Her lips parted in desperate
cries as her body began to shake. Then finally she went rigid, her back bending
backwards, her head thrown back as her lips parted in a loud scream that
vibrated in his chest. He loved watching her reach her peek, knowing the moment
his body had brought her as much pleasure as her own did him. He loved watching
the serenity settle on her face as she came down from her high, and yet knowing
it wouldn’t be there for much longer.

“My turn,” he whispered gruffly, lowering her to the ground.
He placed her feet on his shoulders and settled her ass on his thighs, his
hands on her hips, turning them in a position that was bound to keep them in a
white haze of pleasure for as long as he could hold it.

He rocked into her, slow at first waking up her body. When
her head began to toss from side to side, a soft moan leaving her slightly
parted lips, her eyes struggling to open and he knew it was time to up the
ante. He pressed his thumb on her swollen clit making her scream, her eyes
popping open. She struggled to push herself up onto her elbows, her eyes
riveted on where he disappeared inside her.

“Watch me Mel, watch as I go in and out of you. Watch as I
come home.”

She wrapped her hand around his wrist, holding herself up,
her eyes never leaving his glittering shaft, wet with her cum.

“This belongs to me Melody, only me. No other dick should
call this home. This is mine all mine.”

She nodded, her hair falling over her face. “Ruiz!”

He placed one leg under his armpit and leaned forward,
forcing her to her back as he bent her body, keeping one leg over his shoulder.
She screamed as he sank deeper into her, pistoning into her with long and sure
strokes. Her body began to tremble again, her head tossing from side to side as
she whimpered. She was close, and so was he. He rubbed his thumb harder and
faster against her clit until she finally came apart, bucking off the floor. It
was addictive, the feel of her body spasm around his shaft as she came. It made
him pound into her harder, faster as his thumb delivered its own dose of
torment to her. She fought him now as she came, her orgasm too intense. He
could feel it by how much tighter she got around him, but it felt so good, too
good to stop. Harder faster his strokes grew until she finally went limp under
him, completely drained and then finally, he joined her in heaven, coming with
her name on his lips.

* * * *

Melody wasn’t sure how long they lay there, with him wet and
heaving for breathe above her. It felt good to have him on top of her after
such a long time, but her need for air made her push at him. With a grunt, he
pulled out of her, falling to his back and taking her with him. He tucked her
into his side, her head on his chest. She listened, watched and felt as he
finally got his breath, his heart back to beating at a normal beat. She didn’t
say a word, hoping he wouldn’t either and ruin the moment. She just wanted to
hold him, have him hold her—forever.

He caressed her hair, his hands running up and down her
naked back. “I never thought this would ever happen again,” he whispered
wistfully.

“What’s that?” she whispered back drawing on his broad chest
with her pinky.

“Us, lying naked on this floor, in this suite... I never
thought we would have this again after…”

He didn’t finish, but he didn’t have to. She already knew
what he was going to say.

“Tell me…about your plan to take the resort from Reno.”

He sighed deeply, his chest moving her head up then slowly
down. She could tell that wasn’t what he wanted to discuss after the best sex
they’d had together yet—at least to her it surpassed all their other encounters
but she was sure a year without each other was what fueled it—but she really
needed to know what had made her blindly throw their future away.

“Please, tell me.”

He sat them both up and then reached for his shirt and
passed it to her before he grabbed his jeans. As she slid her arms into his
soft black dress shirt, she watched as he stood, pushing one leg after the
other into the blue jeans. He straightened and pulled them up over his hips,
then with a wink at her that made her blush ten shades of red, he pushed his
half erect shaft in and zipped them up. He lowered himself back on the floor
facing her, that come heather look still on his face. With a shake of her head
and a laugh, Melody looked away and kept buttoning up the shirt.

“I’d hate to ruin such a good mood with that discussion.”

She turned to face him and his reluctance was clear on his
face. He really didn’t want to talk about it and she really needed to know.

“I’m sorry—”

“But you still want to know,” he finished. She nodded and he
sighed again running his palm up his face and over his head, pushing his hair
back. A wasted effort as it bounced right back over his face.

“Drink?”

 
She shook her
head no.

He stood and sauntered to the bar and as much as she tried,
she couldn’t keep her eyes away from his tight ass. Once upon a time, she had
an ass like that, but the cost was well worth the gain.

“Not even a glass of wine?”

Several glasses of wine were what led to her marrying
Antonio, so no. And anyway, she was breast feeding and the last thing she
wanted was a drunk baby. “No, I’m not much of a drinker anymore.”

He turned around and stared at her with one raised eyebrow.
She stared back, communicating how serious she was about not drinking. He
sighed heavily and sauntered back to her, empty handed.

“It looks like we are doing this sober then.”

 
He reached his
hand out to her and she took it. He then pulled her up to her feet and led her
to the coach. He half lay, half sat with his back on the armrest one foot on
the ground while his other leg was knee bent on the couch. He then pulled her
to recline against his chest, her legs stretched out on the couch, her hip snug
against his crotch. It was hard thinking about anything else with his hard
shaft pressed against her.

“You already know about our plans—my mother and I—but you
don’t know why. Clarissa, my mom, was a model from Argentina. She met my father
at the resort on one of her photo shoots. Back then it looked nothing like it
does now. I saw the pictures and it made me wonder why my mom went back there
on vacation. Anyway, they were married and seven months later I was born.”

Melody rubbed his chest in comfort. “They married because of
you?”

He laughed but there was no mirth in it. “That’s the funny
part. She got pregnant to trap him into marriage which played well for his
plans.”

Melody sat up and looked down at him. His rage radiated off
him in waves, his eyes hard and livid, his lips pressed in a hard line. She was
even scared to ask but she did. “Which was?”

“Get all her money,” he spat out with a sneer.

She swallowed her apprehension. That was exactly what she’d
been afraid of her entire life, loving someone who only loved her family money.
It was exactly what she had accused him of. She never would have if she’d seen
his face as he spat those words. It explained why he was so hurt, so offended
when she’d charged him as a fortune hunter.

“He did by the way. Then he renovated and re-launched
Albury’s Place into a five star resort for the rich and famous. Then once he
accomplished what he wanted, he asked my mother to leave.”

Taken aback she said, “You can’t be serious.”

He nodded and mumbled ‘I should have had that drink’ under
his breath before he audibly said, “You see, he wanted the love of his life
back, to share in his success not my mother. She was just a means to an end.”