Prologue: Kellie
Fairy tales do come true. That was the thought that came to mind as I looked out of the window from the five-star Parisian hotel, overlooking the lights of the city, and the Eiffel tower.
But not for forever.
As magical as this whirlwind trip through Europe had been, it was coming to an end. Tomorrow I’d be heading back to my old life in San Diego, California as the assistant to Ryan Strong.
For a moment, I pushed that reality away and reflected on this once in a lifetime experience. Italy. Switzerland. The Netherlands. France. San Diego and California had a great deal of beauty, and even history, but it was nothing like what I saw in all these marvelous countries. The food was delicious. The art was equally as stunning. The pictures in books and on the Internet didn’t do it all justice.
But even more glorious was the man that had introduced all this splendor to me. Ryan Strong turned out to be much more than the savvy, focused, driven businessman I’d gotten to know as his assistant. Sure, his money meant he could afford the finer things in life, but he was cultured in other respects beyond his wealth. There was his vast knowledge of history. His appreciation of art. The dedication to his company, which was an extension of his love for his family. And, there was the fact that he was very handsome and sexy beyond words.
Long fingers slid over my shoulders, sending a sizzle down my spine. Soft lips brushed along my neck.
“Enjoying the view?” his low baritone voice whispered in my ear.
“It’s amazing. All this is going to make my tiny apartment back home seem like a cardboard box.”
His fingers stopped kneading my shoulders briefly, and then started again. “I ordered in tonight to relax before our flight back tomorrow. But if you’d rather go out—”
“No. I want to stay in.” As much as I loved traveling and seeing the sights, the romantic dinners out and the dancing through the streets, on my last night, the only thing I wanted to indulge in was him. I wanted the fantasy for one more night before having to return to my normal life.
I turned in his arms, looking up into his stunningly blue eyes and my heart rolled over in my chest, welling with emotion. I was in love with him. In love with my boss.
I wondered when it had happened. But more than that, I was already heartbroken because when we returned to San Diego, I’d have to go back to being his assistant. I’d have to pretend not to love him. So, this night was my last time to live in the dream.
I lifted up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.
“Dessert before dinner?” he murmured against my lips.
“Yes. Do you mind?” I knew he didn’t. His erection was making itself known against my belly.
“Not at all.” He swept me up into his arms and carried me to the large bed. Yes, this was a fairytale.
His lips consumed mine while his fingers unzipped the lovely flowy dress that he’d gotten me. I shucked it off as quickly as I could, greedy to feel his hands and lips on my skin. He didn’t disappoint. He expertly undid my bra and cast it aside. He lay over me, settling in like he planned to worship my breasts forever.
He licked one nipple and gently blew his breath over it. The sweetest ache filled my breasts as the nipple distended.
“I love your tits,” he said as he licked the other one and gently blew. His words always shocked and thrilled me. I never thought I’d be one for naughty talk, but from his lips as he touched me, it made me so hot and needy.
“I want to touch you,” I said on a gasp as I tried to undo the buttons of his shirt. Frustrated, I pulled the hem from his slacks and ran my hands up his back.
He laughed. “You’re desperate tonight.”
“Don’t tease me, Ryan.”
He sat back on
his knees, yanking his shirt off. Immediately, my hands went to his belt buckle and undid his slacks. He finished undressing, and I did too, tossing my panties aside.
Still on his knees, he looked down on me, his eyes dark with desire as their gaze drifted over my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kellie. Did you know that?”
I didn’t. Not that I thought I was ugly. But the way he looked at me made me feel more beautiful than any of the art we’d seen on our tour through Europe.
He bent over and kissed me again. I widened my legs, wanting to feel him inside of me. His dick teased my pussy, but didn’t press in, making me whimper with need.
“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight,” he said. I wondered if he was recognizing that tonight was our last night together too, and wanting to make the most of it.
He moved his body back down, sucking my nipples, pinching and kneading them too until I was writhing beneath him. I’d never known my nipples had a direct line to my pussy until him.
“Ryan, please,” I begged as my fingers clung to him, pulling him to me.
His lips trailed down over my stomach, my hip bone, my inner thigh. I moaned in anticipation.
“Please,” I begged again.
He pushed my thighs open, settling his shoulders between them. He inhaled a breath and made an “mmm” sound.
“You’re wet baby. So wet.”
I lifted my hips, tired of waiting for him to please me. He slid his hands underneath my buttocks and held my pussy to his mouth.
“Hold on baby, I’m going to drive you mad.” His tongue swept through my folds, and I cried out as pleasure zinged through my blood.
My fingers gripped his head, wanting to make sure he didn’t stop. “Yes…. Ryan…yes.”
His tongue swirled around my clit and I started to buck as the sweet torture built.