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Antique rugs and leather arm chairs decorated every inch of the room, and a few family photos in opulent frames were scattered across table tops.
Paris picked up one of the photos: three young boys, close in age and remarkably similar in appearance, riding horses on a beach as a handsome man ran alongside them, laughing. She couldn't help but notice that the oldest of the boys looked strikingly like a smaller version of Alex...
Paris found her thoughts interrupted when Alex poked his head in the library.
“Hungry? I can make us some dinner if you'd like.”
Paris smiled and nodded her head, distracted from her thoughts of the picture by her suddenly ravenous appetite.
* * *
Alex had called ahead to the skeleton staff that was in residence when the family was not in town, asking them to air out the house and supply it with everything he needed. He had then asked them to make themselves scarce. The staff were well trained, and did not ask any questions. Royalty was mercurial if nothing else, that was certain.
Paris quickly discovered that Alex was as skilled in the kitchen as he was at everything else. She sat at the bar, head resting on her hands, and watched as Alex chopped and sautéed and broiled.
The warm kitchen was filled with the smells of roasting chicken and rosemary and garlic, making Paris' mouth water. They sipped large glasses of thick burgundy wine, and talked quietly as the moon rose higher over the ocean in the distance. The rich wine on her empty stomach was making her bold, and she took advantage of it.
“So tell me the truth, Alex. You're a world-renowned international spy, aren't you? Do you have a license to kill? Or are you a skilled art thief? Or the illegitimate son of some reclusive billionaire?” Paris teased him, but she was serious about wanting answers. “You can't really just work for the government? Can you?”
Alex smiled softly as he refilled Paris' wine glass. He didn't want to lie to her, but it was getting more and more difficult to remain vague.
“I swear, Paris. I am just government official. My position just comes with certain... perks.”
Paris looked around the kitchen, glancing through to the beautiful living room, and taking in the magnificent views from the kitchen windows.
“Perks? An upgrade to Economy Plus on international flights is a 'perk.' This... this is heaven, Alex. I’m expecting 72 virgins to arrive next.”
Alex's warm laugh filled the room as he leaned over to pull the roast chicken out of the oven. The smell of it was so overwhelming, Paris felt all of her curiosity melting away, and giving way to pure hunger. Alex set the chicken on the counter, filling plates with sautéed vegetables, chicken, and thick French bread. As he set the plates down on the bar, he handed Paris a fork and grinned.
“I promise I am not lying to you.” He was looking at her very seriously, looking into her eyes. “I do work for the government, and this house belongs to another government official, but I am allowed to use it. Now, do you want to talk about my incredibly boring job all night or do you want to eat?”
Paris believed he was telling her the truth—but she also sensed it wasn’t the whole truth. He was still hiding something from her, but she could be patient… she would get the answers from him eventually, some way or another.
* * *
Once the table was cleared, the dishes were washed and put away, and the last of the wine had been drunk, Paris stretched her arms out wide, yawning so big it enveloped her. Alex reached out and tousled her hair, and Paris playfully slapped him away, but she found herself yawning again.
Full of delicious dinner, her head swimming with wine, suddenly, Paris could barely keep her eyes open. Alex kissed her softly on the head before he swooped her up from the bar stool, wrapping her arms around his neck and tucking his hand under knees. She sleepily let her head rest on Alex's shoulder as he walked toward the stairs leading to the tower room.
“I thought the prince was supposed to rescue the princess from the tower... Not take her there,” Paris muttered sleepily, still awake enough to tease him.
Alex felt a pang of guilt at Paris' choice of words. If only she knew... he thought.
“Not this time, princess. The tower is the only place fit for a beautiful princess like you.”
When they reached the top of the stairs and Alex used his foot to open the door, Paris saw what he meant. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the room in front of them. She had never seen anything like it in her life.
Situated on the edge of a peninsula, the bedroom had a 360 degree panoramic view of the ocean and the nature preserve surrounding them. Floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as a pair of French doors leading out to a balcony, filled every space.
The bedroom looked as if it had been lit with pure starlight, so bright was the moon over the ocean, beams streaming in from the skylights above. A king-sized bed backed up to one set of windows, giving the illusion that it was almost floating in midair. The bed was covered in thick purple blankets and quilts, with dozens of pillows piled high against the cool glass. Set on gold nightstands were gently flickering candles, which filled the room with the scent of night-blooming jasmine.
As the moonlight and jasmine filled her senses, Paris became acutely aware...
No one would be sleeping tonight.
He laid her gently on the bed, as if he was laying a goddess upon an altar. Alex's hands were magic on her body as they caressed the contours of her shoulders and traced the length of her spine.
He slowly, worshipfully, began removing her clothing. She moved to help him, and he stopped her.
“Shhh…” He placed one finger gently on her full lips as she moved to protest. “Let me have the pleasure. I want to see you—every inch of you. I want to unwrap you, like a present.”
Paris let herself be maneuvered, this way and that, as he gently undressed her. He rained kisses on each limb he exposed, and then made his way to her belly, loving every inch of her full hips and curves.
Alex began his similar ministrations to her breasts, and his dancing fingers lingered over the curve of her stomach, and then delved deeper. Paris was almost certain she'd died and gone to heaven.
Alex lowered himself to his knees, hands skirting the outside of her hips. She almost begged him to touch that most secret, sacred space–the tender nub between her thighs.
“You’re wet.” Alex smiled. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Society told her that she should feel ashamed of exposing herself this way, of allowing her less-than-perfect body to be seen in all its glory, and yet here she was sprawled shamelessly and enticingly, an open invitation to the stranger who had claimed her as his own.
“You are so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” Alex whispered softly, his husky voice filled with longing. His hands were still slipping between her thighs, and Paris' knees begin to tremble.
Paris reached for him as he straddled her, finding his cock swollen inside his trousers. She leaned back, Alex's strong arms encircling her, and she turned her head to him. Alex's mouth descended on hers and she groaned softly as he claimed her tongue.
His hand trailed down, softly playing with her left nipple so that the little bud hardened in pleasure.
“Oh, God," she whispered into his ear.
Alex looked down at her, smiling devilishly as he lowered himself once more to play with the soft curls at the entrance to her pussy.
Paris placed her hands lightly on his head as he leaned forward to put his mouth against the swollen clit and her delicate petals. She gripped his hair with her fingers, gasping for air as she said, “Oh please yes, just like that."
She arched her back and he played with her, torturing her with pleasure. She took in deep, rattling breaths, and let out a little air as his hands reached up and wrapped around her breasts.
She spread her legs shamelessly to allow Alex greater access. His tongue flicked over her little bud, her cleft an open invitation to him. Paris jerked against him, her movements causing hi
s cock to grow ever harder.
Alex slid two fingers up her pussy. It was so tight and she could feel the tremors starting low in her belly as he gently played with her channel. Paris bucked wildly against him, her grip never leaving his hair as she moaned her pleasure at his onslaught. Alex's tongue was a delight on her soft flesh as he explored every crevice.
He flicked his tongue back and forth as fast as he could, and Paris began to squirm as Alex placed his hands beneath her ass and lifted her up to devour her more completely. His entire mouth was on her and she gasped.
Her orgasm overtook her, surprising her with its strength, and she raised her head as she moaned. She cried out with her release as his tongue worked feverishly over her engorged clit. Alex's fingers were teasing her pussy as he thrust first one then another finger in her slit. And then when she thought she could take no more he thrust another digit deep into her soaking wet pussy and she thrust her hips back and forth against his questing hand.
Paris cried out in joy and her body bucked beneath him.
What happened next was nothing that she expected. She was coming down from her orgasm but he didn’t allow her any respite. Alex lifted himself over Paris, and she looked at him, wide-eyed with hunger, begging him to fill her completely.
