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He rested his hand on my stomach, and goosebumps rose on my skin. “You tempt me, Nadia. But I need you up and dressed for our appointments. It’s noon—”
“Noon? Oh, no. I never usually sleep that long. I’ll take a shower.” I frowned. I didn’t unpack last night after we walked through the gothic Notre Dame. I took hundreds of photos ofthe gargoyles and stained-glass windows until Paul took us back here because I was tired—but not too tired for sex. Paul was as eager as I was, and it amazed me that every time felt even better. Afterward, he molded himself against my back, and I wanted to savor it, but I fell fast asleep.
“Nadia.”
“Right.” I stood, and Paul’s gaze roamed all over me. I bashfully turned away.
“Why are you doing that?” he protested and lightly slapped my butt.
A light breeze and sunlight poured in from the opened window.I wasted no more time before showering and cleaning up. I put my hair in a low ponytail and walked barefoot with my towel cinched around my chest.
Paul had a garment bag opened on top of the duvet. “Tricia.” He pulled out a deep blue dress for me to wear.
I went to the dresser to look for my underwear.
“They are here.” Paul picked up a locked case and opened it on the bed. He’d mentioned his kink of wanting to hold my underwear, but I needed to understand more.
“Why do you want to control my undergarments?”
“Because you wear the lingerie for me. I choose what I want to see on you.”
“When I travel with you?”
His lips spread into a smile. “When you’re alone, you’re still mine. I can imagine you in it or not wearing anything. I travel a lot. It will keep you engaged in the dynamic.”
His dominance, my submission.
I raised my brows. “But if people notice?”
“You’re a designer, so I’m sure you can create illusions.” His tone held some humor, but it was an unequivocal command. This was part of his voyeuristic turn-on, and he wasn’t interested in compromising it. It annoyed and fascinated me at the sametime. I liked how much he wanted to be a part of my life when he had to travel.
He chose a sheer, strapless push-up bra outlined in piping silk with matching panties. I dropped my towel. His heated stare had me slowing down, remembering what Xander told me about pleasing a voyeur.Bring attention to what he likes.I touched the center of the bikini bottom, and his eyes narrowed in on my swelled clit. I glanced at him, and desire flared in his eyes as he clenched his jaw.
“Fuck. You’re making me weak. Let’s get you dressed, or you’ll miss Paris today.”
He picked up the dress, and I stepped inside it. He kissed my shoulder, and my skin tingled before he zipped the back. “Where would you like to go today?”
“You mentioned appointments.”
“They’re what I want to shop for you—lingerie and perfume.”
“I must see the top of the Eiffel Tower. Oh, and eat chocolate. I watched that movieChocolat, and it’s so…romantic.Sexy. Oh, can we go to the Moulin Rouge?”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Sure.”
I danced in place.
“Cute. However, we won’t have dinner at the show. We’ll have to stop by a café and eat with Jacque and his wife. He used to be our chef; now he’s semi-retired.”
“Great,” I enthused.Paul’s introducing me around. Maybe that means he intends us to stay together for a long while.
“Let’s go.”
Paul kissed my lips, picked up a one-button jacket, and slipped on a pair of sneakers that somehow went well with his suit. I wore low heels, but Paul picked up my pumps. “To wear for me later.”
At the bottom of the stairs, Paul introduced me to a beefy male who stood with Laurence. Both men wore all-black suits today.
“This is Andre. He’ll be your driver starting tomorrow.”
