He wanted her.
My blood boiled, and I swallowed down a growl.
His hand brushed against Lila’s arm. “Please, if you need any help today, you can come and find me. A lady like you shouldn’t have to go through any trouble alone.”
Lila let out a small laugh. “Oh, I’m not alone.” She stepped closer to me and place a hand on my arm, smiling. “Maddox is with me.”
Mr. Owner, I didn’t catch his name nor did I care, eyed me up and down. “A friend, I see?” he asked, with a thick English accent.
He was checking to see if I was his rival. Fuck, if he only knew…
Lila, oblivious to what was happening, replied, “Yes, a friend. We’re so excited to be visiting Paris together.”
The moment Lila admitted we were friends, his eyes lit up with triumph.
I instantly hated him.
He was practically undressing Lila and fucking her with his eyes, and she had no idea. Or she was playing coy…
My chest tightened. Was she interested in him…? Lila was smiling, her body relaxed, and she giggled at something he had said.
Motherfucker!
By the time we got to our rooms, I was seeing crimson red. I’d never been so angry in my entire fucking life.
“He said they have a fancy bar. Maybe we should go tonight after we’ve rested?” Lila asked, rubbing her tired eyes. “I need sleep right now.”
She stifled a yawn and peeked up at me through her lashes. I nodded, mutely, and walked into my room, closing the door behind me.
My skin prickled with the need to hit something. I ripped my shirt off and quickly undressed, getting in the shower. I turned the water to cold, letting it seep through my bones. My body numbed, but my mind was still a storm of mixed emotions. It was that feeling when I didn’t know what the fuck I was feeling.
I quickly soaped up my body, my hand drifting to my dick. I stroked myself once, and my eyes squeezed shut. An image of Lila drifted behind my eyelids.
Perky tits, pink nipples, cute as fuck belly button, taunt stomach, curvy hips, and an ass I wanted to sink my dick in.
My cock jerked as I put more pressure on it, fisting the length from base to tip. My hand glided over my dick easily through the cascading water. Pre-cum covered the tip, and my balls grew tight between my legs.
Sometimes, as messed up as this was, I wondered if I could just fuck her and get rid of this itch. But Lila wasn’t someone I could fuck out of my system. It was years of built-up tension and sexual need between us. One simple fuck, one hot night… would never be enough.
Because the moment I had one taste of her… I’d need more...I would never be satisfied.
My stomach caved, and my thighs tightened as the pressure built, and it finally released. My knees weakened, and I pressed my forehead against the tiles, thick ropes of cum spilling over my hand instantly washed away by the water. I fisted my dick until every last drop was spent and then I cursed. So. Fucking. Weak.
This had to end, now… tonight…
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Lila
His presence was a warm heat behind me as we walked into the bar. He was close, really fucking close. I could feel him. I could smell him. He was so close, yet so far out of reach. A dangerous temptation dangling right in front of me.
I wanted to turn around and wrap my arms around him, bask in his warmth. We’d hugged and cuddled plenty of times before, but since the Charity Gala, everything had been different.
He had been different.
Somehow, there was a wall between us now. I couldn’t break it or walk around it. It was exhausting and scary – watching the change in him, seeing him so…cold and withdrawn from me. Sometimes, it felt like he was battling something inside his head. I waited silently for him to come to me, to speak of his worries, so I could find a way to soothe him. Like always.
Except…it started to feel as if I was the problem. As if he was hiding from me.
A week in Paris. This was supposed to be fun and exciting. An adventure for us, but it was day one and it was already going to waste.
I chewed on my bottom lip as we walked further inside the dim room. It wasn’t overly crowded, but everyone here looked fancy. After all, this was one of the most famous hotels of Paris; wealthy and posh people came here often. “I didn’t think the hotel would have its own bar. Fancy. I like it.”
“It’s nice,” he replied. There was a roughness in his voice, except his tone was robotic. No emotions whatsoever.
I paused in my steps, expecting him to bump into me. He didn’t. Instead, I felt his arm slide around my waist as he curled it around me. Our bodies collided together softly, and I sucked in a quiet breath. His rock-hard chest was to my back, pressing against me, and I could feel every intake of breath he took. His touch was a sweet, sweet torture.