Money Shot (61 page)

“Francois, bonne soiree, comment estes-vous,” he said.

His French sounded so, well, French!

The security guard looked up and his eyes brightened.

“Mr. MacCormack,” he said, “always such a pleasure to see you.”

His English was hidden under a thick crust of French accent. He looked me up and down.

“A special ride to the top,” he said.

“Not tonight,” Jake said. “This is my sister, Julia. Julia, Francois.”

He tottered over and then leaned forward and kissed me on each cheek.

“Any family of Mr. MacCormack’s is family of mine,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said, “You’re too kind.”

He waved me off.

“Ce n’est rien,” he said.

Jake smiled, obviously pleased at how Francois took to me.

“Mind if we take a quick trip up,” he asked.

“Mr. MacCormack,” he said, “you know the tower is always open to you.”

Jake was already pulling me into the open elevator lift. I guessed he already knew the answer.

“Today is my sister’s birthday. There is just one thing left that she must do, and that is to see this beautiful city from the most beautiful place in it. From the top of the Eiffel Tower.”

“You are right as always,” the guard said as he bowed.

Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close.

“You’re in for a treat,” he said. “There’s nothing like your first time on top of the Eiffel Tower.”

My thoughts exactly.

The guard joined us in the lift and tapped the button for the second level. The doors closed and I noticed him checking me out from the corner of his eyes.

He wasn’t the only one. I caught Jake getting an eyeful of his own.

His slick dress pants had a noticeable bulge in just the right spot. I definitely had his attention, whether he wanted to give it or not.

The elevator started up through the iron grid work. It was a dream come true. So close to my every dream coming true.

We moved up through huge, riveted girders. The complexity of the metal weaving in and out looked like lace. Lights shined through and gave it an impossibly intricate texture. Impossible that mankind could have built it.

We went up and up. Ascended into heaven.

The lights of Paris spread out before us. The twinkling magic of the sexiest city in the world.

Now I just had to get rid of this security guy.

The elevator dinged as we arrived at the second level. It stopped and the doors opened. Wind whipped through the ironworks. Warm gusts on a late summer night.

The guard led us to another, smaller elevator. Apparently the one that took us the rest of the way to the top.

He sorted through his keys, found the right one, and turned the power back on. He opened the doors and gestured inside.

“Si vous plait,” he said.

This was it.

He was super nice and sweet, but I didn’t want him going up with us. That would ruin any chance at what might happen.

I had to think of something.

The most confused feelings rolled through my body. Of being the predator while also being the prey. Trapped by my desire for this man who would soon be my stepbrother. My stomach flitted around on butterfly wings.

Then I thought of something.

“After you, Jake,” I said, all fancy like I was making a big production of it.

“Very kind of you, Jules,” he said.

He laughed and stepped inside.

And that’s when I made my move.

I loosened the scarf around my neck and let the wind catch it. It didn’t need much help. The wind snatched it and whipped it through the air into a corner twenty feet away.

“Oh no,” I said, “my scarf.”

The distress in my voice didn’t sound manufactured, did it?

The guard flung his hands into the air and rushed off to retrieve it.

I stepped into the elevator, smiled at Jake, and punched the button for the top floor.

Chapter Five

Jake’s eyes flew open. His mouth dropped like a fish sucking in water.

“Julia, what the hell are you doing?”

The doors closed and this much more intimate elevator started up.

He punched at the button to go back down. It changed nothing.

“Why did you just do that,” he asked. “You’ll give Francois a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just want to be alone with you.”

He froze, and looked down at my chest. At my full breasts spilling out above the dress. I took a step toward him. He backed up against the wall.

“What are you doing,” he asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said, with a smile on my face that guaranteed that wasn’t quite the whole truth.

I squeezed my shoulders together and leaned toward him. His eyes dropped like a magnet yanked on them.

He swallowed hard.

“We should be getting back to the hotel,” he said.

I moved up against him. Felt my breasts smash into his broad, hard chest. Against the smooth, deep blue suit jacket. His stiff cock pressed into my belly. Radiated heat into me. I breathed him in. The clean, forest scent.

I looked up. Up into the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that had never seen me in the way I needed. I wanted those eyes on me now.

There was confusion in them. A raging fire mixed with a cold panic.

I grabbed his cock through the thin fabric of his pants. He was big. He throbbed in my hand. The dampness between my legs gushed. My juices soaked through my lace panties.

“I want this to be my best birthday ever.”

He was paralyzed, up against the wall, as the elevator climbed higher.

“I want you to be my first, Jake,” I said. “I can feel you want it to.”

His eyes clouded over. A storm of emotion and need raging in them.

I lifted my head and raised my tongue into his mouth, ran across his lips, chewed on his full lower lip. I tugged on his cock, soft and slow. I grabbed his hair and kissed him deeply.

The elevator dinged and he jumped.

Damn elevator.

He pushed me back to arm’s length, shook his head and swallowed.

“Julia please,” he said and slipped away from me. He backed into the opposite corner. “We can’t do this. We are about to be family for Christ’s sake. This is wrong to even think about.”

“I know that Jake,” I said. “And it doesn’t matter. What matters is us. Right here. Right now.”

“Please don’t say that,” he said. “It’s wrong.”

“I know,” I said. “It’s messed up. I didn’t ask to feel this way. But I didn’t get a choice. It’s you. You made me want you. Want you more than anything in the world.”

The doors opened.

This was it. Now or never. A delicious mix of fear and longing drove me.

I reached back and unzipped my dress. The simple, white silky cloth fell in waves to the floor. Air gusted in and tickled my aching hard nipples. Hard nubs of flesh surrounded by pink circles just a shade darker than the surrounding skin.

His cock practically jumped out of his pants.

I pinched and twirled a nipple. His eyes locked on my every move. I slipped a hand down and pushed aside my white lace panties. Exposed my pussy lips. They were slick with anticipation. I ran a finger up and down my groove, soaking my finger in the wetness. I sunk a finger inside and moaned.

It was so hot to watch him, watching me. He stood there, hypnotized. The panic in his eyes gradually swept away by animal hunger. A mating heat.

I fingered my pussy. Felt the hot juice coat my finger and slip down my thighs. I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked on it. Tasted my sweet delicate flavor. Smelled the light musky scent.

“I need you Jake,” I said. “I need you inside me.”

“My God, Julia,” he said.

His body broke his mind.

He lunged at me. A tiger on an antelope. His mouth on my nipples. Sucking, licking, nipping. I kicked off a heel and jammed it into the crack of the elevator as we stumbled out.

He devoured me.

One hand slipped into my panties and his fingers slid across my wet lips. A shiver danced up my spine. It felt so good to be touched by him.

Touched by him in my most secret spot.

He pinched my clit between two fingers and gently rubbed back and forth. Jolts of pleasure jumped through me. He rubbed my little lips back and forth. And plunged a finger inside.

I moaned. Yes. Finally.

God, it was so wrong and so good.

He slipped it out and ran it up to my clit again. His finger was silky soft and wet. But firm and hard too. He circled and pinched. Waves of ecstasy rippled through me.

“Take me, Jake, please,” I said.

He ripped off my panties and cast them aside. He lifted me with ease and carried me to the railing at the edge. He sat me down, my bottom on the railing, back against the security fence that surrounded the viewing platform.

I looked back. The twinkling lights of Paris spread out before me. Beautiful Sacre-Coeur up on the hill in the distance. Wind tugged at my hair, still up in a bun.

Jake shrugged out of his coat and tossed it aside. His lips met mine with frenzied force. His tongue touched mine. Crushed into me. The world spun and gravity seemed confused. I undid his shirt buttons and ran my fingers over his muscled shoulders and chest. Pushed the shirt all the way off.

There he was before me. Bare chest. Gorgeous. Dangerous. So hot.

He gently spread my knees apart. My pussy felt so exposed. So deliciously vulnerable.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Jules,” he said with a wolfish grin.