“It's so peaceful,” she murmured. He uncoiled her hair and ran his fingers through the jet black strands.
“Why did you stop wearing your braids?” he asked. She shrugged, her face still to the window.
“ Too ethnic,” she answered. “I didn't think anyone was taking me seriously. Besides, I wore them during college, and I felt like I needed to look like a grown woman.”
“ They were sexy,” he said.
“ Exactly.” She turned tossed a look over her shoulder. “After we...” She waved her hand, not wanting to define exactly what had happened between them all those years ago. He was happy to define it for her.
“ After I fucked your brains out in your office?” he asked, matter-of-factly. She giggled, sounding young.
“ Yes, after you fucked my brains out, I couldn't keep wearing them.” She twirled a lock of her hair around a finger. “They felt too slutty.” He threw his head back and laughed.
“ What about that garter belt? You almost gave me a heart-attack when I saw you wearing that.” He felt his dick getting harder just thinking about it. “I didn't think you had it in you.”
“ Oh, I still wear those sometimes.” She shot him a sideways glance. “I was wearing one at the Christmas party.”
“ No!” He cried out, falling back against the pillow, his hand to his heart. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“ You fucked that one up.” She laughed.
“ You're killing me, Annie,” he said in a pained voice.
“ You got the last laugh, didn't you?” She poked him in the side. “You still got in between my legs.”
“ That's right. This ass is mine.” He slapped her ass and she squealed. He tried to pull her towards him but she rolled out of his grasp and out of the bed. He sat up, his complete attention on her nakedness. Her curves demanded his complete attention. He was suddenly so hard he ached. “Get back here,” he said, imagining all the dirty things he was going to do to her.
“ Say please.” She grinned, bending down to grab his shirt off the floor. She slipped it over her head and padded to the window. He clenched his jaw at the pang in his gut at seeing her silhouette against the window. How the hell was she just as sexy in his shirt as she was naked?
“ So beautiful,” she said, looking out over the city.
“ I know,” he said, not talking about the snow. She turned back to him.
“ Let's go outside,” she said, excited.
“ What?”
“ Come on, it'll be fun. I want to play in the snow.” She moved to her suitcase on the stand and opened it up. She pulled out a pair of yoga pants and a pair of tan sherpa boots. He threw back the comforter. Wherever she wanted to go, he wanted to go with her.
“ I have to go upstairs and get something to wear,” he said, pulling his suit pants on. She tossed on the yoga pants under his shirt. “I need my shirt!” he protested.
“ No.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It's so warm.”
“ How am I supposed to go upstairs without it?”
“ We'll make a run for it. No one will see.”
“ See me running around half-naked, is what you mean.”
“ Just put your coat on. No one will know.”
“ Fuck it,” he replied and dashed out the door.
Chapter 12
And that's how they ended up running through the halls of one of the poshest hotels in Paris, at 2 a.m., him without a shirt or shoes on. She slapped a hand over her mouth to quiet her laughter as they made a mad dash to the elevator. He made it first, and hit the 'up' button.
“I hope no one else is in the elevator,” he stage whispered to her as she came running up to him. She collided into him, throwing her hands around his neck.
“ Quelle horreur !” She giggled and kissed him hard on the mouth, only breaking the kiss when a fresh round of giggles consumed her. He did his part to keep her laughing, tickling her, and trying to lift the the shirt off of her.
When the elevator came, she pushed him inside. Luckily, it was empty.
“Why did you stop wearing your braids?” he asked. She shrugged, her face still to the window.
“ Too ethnic,” she answered. “I didn't think anyone was taking me seriously. Besides, I wore them during college, and I felt like I needed to look like a grown woman.”
“ They were sexy,” he said.
“ Exactly.” She turned tossed a look over her shoulder. “After we...” She waved her hand, not wanting to define exactly what had happened between them all those years ago. He was happy to define it for her.
“ After I fucked your brains out in your office?” he asked, matter-of-factly. She giggled, sounding young.
“ Yes, after you fucked my brains out, I couldn't keep wearing them.” She twirled a lock of her hair around a finger. “They felt too slutty.” He threw his head back and laughed.
“ What about that garter belt? You almost gave me a heart-attack when I saw you wearing that.” He felt his dick getting harder just thinking about it. “I didn't think you had it in you.”
“ Oh, I still wear those sometimes.” She shot him a sideways glance. “I was wearing one at the Christmas party.”
“ No!” He cried out, falling back against the pillow, his hand to his heart. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“ You fucked that one up.” She laughed.
“ You're killing me, Annie,” he said in a pained voice.
“ You got the last laugh, didn't you?” She poked him in the side. “You still got in between my legs.”
“ That's right. This ass is mine.” He slapped her ass and she squealed. He tried to pull her towards him but she rolled out of his grasp and out of the bed. He sat up, his complete attention on her nakedness. Her curves demanded his complete attention. He was suddenly so hard he ached. “Get back here,” he said, imagining all the dirty things he was going to do to her.
“ Say please.” She grinned, bending down to grab his shirt off the floor. She slipped it over her head and padded to the window. He clenched his jaw at the pang in his gut at seeing her silhouette against the window. How the hell was she just as sexy in his shirt as she was naked?
“ So beautiful,” she said, looking out over the city.
“ I know,” he said, not talking about the snow. She turned back to him.
“ Let's go outside,” she said, excited.
“ What?”
“ Come on, it'll be fun. I want to play in the snow.” She moved to her suitcase on the stand and opened it up. She pulled out a pair of yoga pants and a pair of tan sherpa boots. He threw back the comforter. Wherever she wanted to go, he wanted to go with her.
“ I have to go upstairs and get something to wear,” he said, pulling his suit pants on. She tossed on the yoga pants under his shirt. “I need my shirt!” he protested.
“ No.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It's so warm.”
“ How am I supposed to go upstairs without it?”
“ We'll make a run for it. No one will see.”
“ See me running around half-naked, is what you mean.”
“ Just put your coat on. No one will know.”
“ Fuck it,” he replied and dashed out the door.
Chapter 12
And that's how they ended up running through the halls of one of the poshest hotels in Paris, at 2 a.m., him without a shirt or shoes on. She slapped a hand over her mouth to quiet her laughter as they made a mad dash to the elevator. He made it first, and hit the 'up' button.
“I hope no one else is in the elevator,” he stage whispered to her as she came running up to him. She collided into him, throwing her hands around his neck.
“ Quelle horreur !” She giggled and kissed him hard on the mouth, only breaking the kiss when a fresh round of giggles consumed her. He did his part to keep her laughing, tickling her, and trying to lift the the shirt off of her.
When the elevator came, she pushed him inside. Luckily, it was empty.
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