A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (13 page)

“He is fuck-a-licious!”

“No doubt about it. I would spread my legs for him anywhere,
anytime.”

“I wanted to rip his clothes off. They really shouldn’t
clothe him. Whoever notices what he's wearing?”

“Fuck. I could eat him alive.”

“Hey, does anyone know who the woman is with him tonight?”

“I don’t know, but she’s one lucky bitch.”

“She doesn’t look like his type.”

“No, she's not like his usual cup of tea; young, tall, and
model.”

I heard enough. I didn't want to hear anymore. As soon as I
heard all the stall doors close, I hurried with my head down to wash my hands
at the sink and rushed out the door. I was ready to leave. Walking back to find
Evan, a strong hand grabbed my arm, and started pulling me back towards the
bathrooms.

“Please let go of me. I’m here with someone. I’m not
interested,” I said trying to pull away and then stopped when I turned into the
face of my ex-fiancé, stunned I exclaimed, “What are you doing? Let go of me,
Derek!”

“Hello Melissa. Surprised to see me?” Still holding my arm
tightly, he pulled me in close to him putting his face so close to mine that I
could feel his hot, alcohol-fueled breath. In a low measured voice he hissed,
“You fucked up my life, little lady. Why couldn't you just be a good little
rich girl and marry me? No one wanted you, but I was up for the game. Not that
I honestly gave a shit about you, but I could've played the devoted kept
husband. But no! No, you had to get me transferred to Paris just because you
heard me say I wanted to play golf. What the fuck, you little bitch! You get a
husband. Maybe some fucking brats and I get golf. You are so lucky you didn't
get me fired.”

Turning my face from his foul breath and his distorted rage
filled face, I said the only think I could think of, “I didn't have anything to
do with your transfer. I didn't even know you were transferred. And I
definitely didn't know you were transferred to McDimel-Sanders' Paris
division.”

“Don't give me your innocent bullshit,” he snarled back at
me through clenched teeth.

“Let go of me! You're hurting me,” I tried to cry out, but
my voice didn't rise above a whisper.

I tried to pull away, but his hold on me grew even firmer as
he continued to rant, “I don’t give a shit. You hurt me far more. I hate
fucking Paris. I know you like this shit hole of a city. You... you and your
fucking irritating French words. They should’ve transferred you here, but no
they sent me to fucking frogland. Every single morning that I wake up here, I
think of you and how you fucked up my life.” Putting his lips close to my ear
he whispered, “I have been waiting for the day I would see you again. It's
payday, bitch.”

In a feeble attempt to calm him down, I asked calmly as I
tried to take a step back from him, “Why didn’t you just go to another firm if
you didn’t want to stay with the agency?”

“I tried to get a job in New York but thanks to McDimel I’ve
been black-balled, you stupid bitch. He wanted me as far from you as possible.
So I’ve been stuck here, until now.” His face took on a sinister look as
he continued, “You see lucky for me, I saw your picture in the tabloid with
Evan Duke. I hadn't planned to attend this fucking McDimel sponsored event, but
I took a chance that you would be on the arm of that pretty boy.”

As the realization of what he was really saying began to
take shape, I yanked my arm out of his grasp and hissed back. “What do you want
from me?”

Shaking his head as if I was nothing but a stupid schoolgirl
he laughed softly through his anger, “What I always wanted from you. Money. I
want money, enough of it to get me out of this godforsaken city.”

Now I laughed at the ridiculousness of the entire
conversation. “You want money? And exactly why would I give you money?”

My laughter inflamed him. “You might not be willing to give
me money, but I bet your boyfriend will. Now let’s go.” He grabbed me again and
used his tight grip to move me towards an exit.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said struggling to get
away from him. It was lucky for me that someone came out of the bathroom and
bumped into him. His balance being shaky at best, he stumbled as I broke free.
I rushed into the closest room and stopped dead in my tracks. All I could see
was a tuxedoed man with dark hair in an embrace, passionately kissing a tall
brunette woman. Evan. Oh no! Was it really Evan? My mind was everywhere and nowhere.
I told myself to walk away.

I started to panic. I could feel tears welling up. I
stumbled backwards and turned to run away but instead I was stopped by a firm
solid wall of a chest. For a split second, I thought it was Derek and fear rose
in my throat, but as a face came into focus my breath left me as my body filled
with relief. I was looking up into the gorgeous face that always melted my
heart. “Bébé, are you okay?”

I didn't say anything, but looked back to the entwined
couple. Evan followed my gaze. Taking me firmly into his arms, he kissed me.
“You thought that was me. I would never do that to you. As you can see, there
are a lot of men here wearing tuxedos.”

“I know, but I’ve had too much champagne. I’m not in my
right mind. Besides I’m a little disoriented after having someone try to pull
me into the bathroom.” As those words left my mouth, I wished I would’ve just
stated the simple fact of too much bubbly.

The look on Evan’s face was intense as he questioned me,
“What do you mean someone grabbed you? Where is he? Do you see him in here now?
Tell me what he looks like? I’ll get security.”

With my hand rubbing his arm in a soothing motion, I
answered, “I don’t know. It was nothing. I’m fine. I don’t see him. My vision
is also a little impaired, and it’s hard to distinguish one man from the next
in this sea of formal wear.” I wanted to put an end to this situation without
lying to Evan, so I assured him once again that I was alright and that there
was nothing to worry about and drew him in for a deep kiss.

I didn't know if I successfully appeased his questions, but
I knew I had redirected his attention as he growled, “Let’s go home, bébé.”
Evan called for our car, and we were out the door, pushing through paparazzi.

I WAS RELIEVED to be back in the
safety of Evan’s apartment. The night was unquestionably eventful from the
stunning venue to the magnifique show to the not-so-wonderful appearance of
Derek. I was shocked to see him, and his anger directed toward me. What did he
mean about payday? Would he come after me again? Would he come to New York?
Would he contact Evan? No need to mention anything about this little encounter,
I was sure it was nothing.  He was drunk. I wanted to erase that from my mind
and focus on the fantastic elements of the evening.

I truly loved seeing my man strutting down the catwalk, but
now I just wanted him stripped and all mine. Helping each other remove our
clothes, we headed for lovely shower together. Capturing my mouth, he lifted me
up, and I wrapped my legs firmly around his wet, slick body. I moaned deeply,
“Merci monsieur,” as he embedded his hard cock in me and slid me against the
shower wall. Thrusting into me over and over, I pushed my hips into him until
we reached an amazing climax together. Showering with him was such a yummy
activity!

Dried off and heading for bed, Evan said, “Hey bébé, I think
we should do the photo shoot with Lily.”

“Aren't you tired of being photographed, Mr. Duke?” I
laughed.

“It will be different posing with you,” he winked at me and
continued, “and we have plenty of time before our flight tomorrow.”

“Speaking of time, do you think that clock on the wall is
big enough?” I asked, referring to a rather large clock mounted on
the wall of his bedroom above the fireplace mantel.

He laughed. “Actually, I wanted the clock at the Musée
d’Orsay, but they wouldn’t sell it to me. Now, stop stalling, and call Lily!”

“I'll text her. She should still be awake.”

< Hey Lil, you still want to snap photos of Evan's cock?
I mean us. > I giggled.

< You know it, Lissa. I was thinking of sending it to the
tabloid. How much do you think his cock's worth? >

I laughed like crazy.

< It's worth millions of orgasms. >

“What are you texting? Better yet, what is she texting?”
Evan inquired.

< You really are a slut! Come over mid-morning. Excited
to snap you two together. You make a beautiful couple. >

I laughed again. Evan took my phone, read our texts, and
shook his head. “You girls are bad!”

A new text arrived from Lily.

< DO NOT HAVE SEX BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR PHOTOS. I WANT TO
CAPTURE DESPERATION! STARVATION! >

Evan and I both laughed, but Evan added “She will definitely
see desperation making me go a morning without having my cock in you.”

“Then we better get one more round in before we go to
sleep.”

“I'm ready for you now, bébé.” I licked my lips looking at
the hard erection he was proudly displaying for me.

Another text chimed.

< STOP! DO NOT DO IT NOW EITHER. HA HA. I'm right, you‘re
going at it, aren't you? >

We just laughed, turned the phone sound off, and dove into bed.

BEFORE HEADING OFF to the airport,
we popped over to the apartment Lily purchased about a year ago in the artsy
6th arrondissement. She didn't typically photograph people in her apartment;
she usually went to them so that they felt more comfortable. On occasion, she
used a studio space, but for us, she had a vision.

This was my first time in Lily's new apartment, and when I
stepped through the front door I was overwhelmed by the magnificence that was
before my eyes.

“Lily, this place is amazing, how did you find something
like this?”

“I created it.” She responded with a smile.

“C’est magnifique, mon amie!” I exclaimed looking about.

Lily took me into her arms, exchanging our usual air kisses
and squealed with delight, “Let me show you around before we get started.”

As we were about to get a tour, we heard a throat clearing,
and we both turned to the doorway to see Evan waiting to be invited. “Oops!
Sorry monsieur, I was so caught up in Lily’s unbelievable surrounding,” I said
walking to my beautiful man. I tucked my arm in his and pulled him gently into
the room and introduced him to Lily

Her space had all the elements of a traditional Parisian
apartment, but it was also very open like a loft with wood herringbone-pattern
flooring. The walls were extremely ornate with off-white wood moulding, and the
inside panels are all painted a pale Ladurée green. There was a very high
ornate ceiling dotted with spectacular crystal chandeliers strategically hung
throughout. The window coverings were an abundance of sheer blush-pink fabric.
The seating in her sitting area was over-stuffed Louis XV; sofas, chairs and
ottomans. She had a large antique-white dining table with silver accents
stationed next to an exposed modern kitchen with industrial appliances.

On the opposite side of the apartment, Lily had a studio
area set up. In the middle, a large wooden flat table commanded the space and
was covered with tubes of paint, markers, pencils, erasers, paint rags, two
large ceramic black and white harlequin pots filled with paint brushes, a few
cameras, a laptop computer and photos. Several canvases were hung along two
walls; some were painted and some were blank. Three large easels completed the
work area with works of art in progress.

Though the apartment was mainly an open loft space, her
bedroom and bathroom had formal walls. Her bedroom was jaw-dropping beautiful,
so feminine, like I walked into a boudoir in Versailles. The walls and ceiling
had the same ornate boiserie moulding and wall colour as the rest of the apartment.
Lily’s paintings of nude figures adorned the walls, hanging from the crown
moulding on velvet ribbons. Her bed was stunning, centered between two sets of
French doors draped with floral taffeta that coordinate with her bedding. The
cream-white French wood carved bed frame was upholstered in a rich mossy green
damask fabric complementary to the silky pink bedding. The room was so girly
and wonderful; just like my dear friend.

As we were standing in Lily’s bedroom, she started
immediately discussing what she had in mind. Evan was listening to her
intensely, commenting and questioning while I was hoping I didn't throw up.
Lily told me to relax and take all of my clothes off; handing me a silk
dressing gown. Evan began the shoot in his boxer briefs as if it was no big
deal. He was used to modeling nude and/or with very little covering his
gorgeous body.

Once Lily was happy with her lighting and equipment, she
started rattling off directions, occasionally walking over to us to adjust our
pose.

“Okay, first shots by the window. Melissa, twist up your
hair on top of your head. Then Evan, I want you to take it down.” I love
feeling his fingers ran through my hair. I closed my eyes and savored his
touch.

“Good. Now turn her around in front of you, so she's facing
the window. Drop the briefs.” As he dropped them to the floor, I took a little
glance and wondered why I agreed to this. “No peeking Lissa,” I heard Lily say.
I was so busted. I wanted to laugh, but I bite my lip instead.

“Now untie her robe slowly, pull it off her shoulders, and
let it drop to the floor.”

Just as I began to tense, Evan whispered, “Relax, bébé,
pretend she's not here. It's just us, and we're alone.”

Leaning into him I said softly, “If we were alone, I believe
I would be feeling something in my back.”

“I'm a pro.” He laughed. “Besides, I'm concentrating and let
me tell you; with you it's not easy.” He nipped my shoulder.

I giggled and got in trouble with Lily. “Melissa, no
laughing. Focus!”

Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths and Evan placed a
tender kiss on my cheek. “I've got you, bébé. Relax. We're alone. Trust me.”

“Okay, the lighting is still good so, let's keep moving.
Evan, remove her robe and kiss her neck and shoulders.” Lily continued to give
commands to him, and he easily moved and maneuvered me. I felt like I was in a
dream, floating in the arms of a gorgeous man and yet it was real. We moved to
an ottoman, kneeling, facing each other, and I wanted to moan as his cock
grazed me. I closed my eyes to concentrate and steady my breathing, but wasn't
easy. Evan held my hair at the nape of my neck and tilted my head back. He
brought his lips down to mine, almost touching; an intimate kiss hung between
us, just out of reach. I wanted to kiss him so badly.

“Oh I got some good shots… why don’t we try another position
or better yet maybe a chair… yes… sit on this chair, Evan… Lissa, straddle him
and run your hands over each other slowly… Evan, lean her back at an angle…
extend your body over hers… your mouth to her breast.”

My nipples were so hard. I wished she would tell him to suck
them. I finally got a little relief when Lily had him caress them. I couldn't
help but moan. “Bébé, you can't do that. I can only control myself for so
long.”

Lily must've heard me too. “Good to see you’re finally
relaxing. Have some fun, Lissa. Let that naughty girl come out. Remember, I
know she’s in you. I know your secret.”

Turning my head, I narrowed my eyes at her and mouthed,
“Shut up, Lily.”

Lily just laughed and started directing again. “Bed next.
Evan, sit back on your calves with her on your thighs, straddling you. Evan,
hands on her ass. Melissa, hands in his hair. Look at each other. Melissa, tilt
your head slightly. Bite his bottom lip. Keep looking at him.”

Lily adjusted her lighting around the bed and then returned
to her camera. “Ok, this is it. I want you to act natural like I'm not here. Do
what you would normally do in this position.”

I snapped my head in her direction and raised an eyebrow,
“Lily, we're not making a porno.”

She laughed shaking her head. “Melissa, relax and trust me.”

Before Lily started snapping away, Evan cradled my face in
his hands, giving me an extremely passionate kiss. I melt into him. I wanted
him to fuck me. I suddenly didn't care if she watched. Oh mon dieu, his cock
was hard and pushing at my dripping wet pussy.

“Good. Let's move on... Evan, I can see you have an
erection. Slip it in her.”

“Lily!” I exclaimed, but truthfully I was so ready for him.

“Bébé, trust Lily.” He whispered and without missing a beat,
he was in me. I gasped as pleasure raged through my body. “You feel so good.
You’re so wet. Mmmm.” Evan said softly in my ear.

I growled back at him. “If you ever do this kind of shoot
with anyone else, I will kill you.”

Evan laughed softly. “I will never do a shoot like this with
anyone else. Only you, bébé.”

Lily gave her last command. “Ok you two, stay connected like
that and move into some different positions slowly.”

It was pure agony not being able to relieve the throbbing. I
knew from how hard Evan's cock was that both of us were thinking the same
thing. Lily seemed to know it too. “Good. That’s a wrap. I'm going to look at
these shots. Evan, I give you permission to fuck the shit out of Melissa on my
bed.” With that Lily walked out, shutting the door behind her.

“You heard her. Fuck me now!” Evan didn't need any
convincing. He flipped me on my back, driving his big, thick, throbbing cock
into me and I screamed out his name taking him in deep. “Ooh la la. Evan! Si
bon! Si bon!” He plunged over and over while our tongues were mimicking our
intense rhythm as he brought us both to the most unbelievable orgasm ever.  How
does it continue to be so good? It was actually better, and I wanted more now!

When he started to break our connection I squeezed my muscle
around him, and I begged him to stay. He laughed at my pleading, “Bébé, don’t
worry I’ll give you more later.”

Slipping out of me, “No… no don’t leave me.”

Shaking his head with an ear to ear grin, he sat back on his
thighs, but I was not willing to give up. I moved up to my knees quickly, bend
forward and sucked him in to my mouth.

I looked up into his blue eyes framed in dark lashes, and I
knew I got his attention, “Oh, you do not play fair. Mmmm, suce-le. J’adore
comment tu suce ma bite. Mmmm. You’re a very bad girl,” he growled.

Breaking the suction with a loud pop, I raced up his body,
placing my mouth over his, and I slid my tongue between his lips. He groaned,
tasting the mix of our erotic flavours. He had me panting loudly, I broke our
kiss, turned around, looking over my shoulder at him, and I placed my face in
the pillow. I pushed my ass up in the air and pushed back to him. I heard him
pant, “Oh bébé, I’m going to fuck you so hard. J'vais t'l'introduire!”

“That’s what I’m counting on.” I moaned as he entered me
abruptly, “Ooh mon dieu!”

ONCE I COMPOSED myself, I left Evan
sprawled out on the bed, and I threw on the silk dressing gown to join Lily in
the next room.

“Come look at these.” Looking over Lily’s shoulder, Evan and
I are displayed on her computer screen in living colour. “These pictures are
great! You can go and get dressed now. The fun is over.” She leaned in closer
to her monitor, carefully studying our pictures then glanced up at me with a
smile, “Amazing... you guys are so hot together. Your sweet French and his
filthy French. Nice combo!”

“You could hear us?”

“Are you kidding? You two are loud! I'm sure my neighbors
heard you too! You probably have enticed the whole building to start banging.”
Lily laughed. “On a more serious, non-sexual note, you two are good together.
He's in love with you.”

I tilted my hand and without thinking moved my thumb to my
mouth and bit the pad. “You think?”

“Definitely,” she nodded and continued, “I saw it through
the lens and it’s even more evident looking through these shots. I know you
love him too.”

Our conversation was cut short as Evan joined us wearing a
pair of jeans, no shirt or shoes. Sexy man!

“I stripped your bed sheets,” he told Lily as he sauntered
over to us.

“Thanks. Come take a look. I got some amazing shots.”

When I looked at them more closely, I was shocked. I felt as
if I was looking at someone else. “Wow, is that me?”

“Yes. You're beautiful, Lissa,” Lily said while reaching up
and mussing my hair.

“That’s because you made me look good, Lil.” I pushed her
hand away playfully.

“Bébé, you're gorgeous,” Evan said coming around behind me
and wrapping his arms around me. “That's what you look like inside and out.” He
kissed my cheek.

“I'm excited to start painting. Do you want to select the photo,
or do you want to leave it up to me?” Lily asked.

Evan answered immediately, “I think you should choose since
you will be the one painting it. I love the artwork you have hanging in your
boudoir.”

Lily liked his answer and beamed at his compliment. I could
tell Lily liked him. That was good since she was very protective of me and I
wanted her to approve. I couldn't imagine hearing a bad review when I was head
over heels crazy about him.