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“That’s how I give it, baby.” The stone steps abraded my buttocks, but I clung to Paul. It was crazy. But he made me crazier. I shook, twisted, and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper as he drove his throbbing cock in and out of me. My body surged with pleasure at the mere thought of being seen with Paul inside of me. Our breaths were shallow. The pleasure was immense, and I was drowning in it. My inner muscles squeezed, and I shuddered hard. He pressed his lips to my mouth, swallowing my orgasm. He fucked me faster, and he grasped me tight, his cock flexed inside me as he came. We fought to bring air into our lungs as he put me down and quickly fastened his trousers.
“Lucky, it’s dark,” I murmured, pushing my bra back in place and fixing my dress. My ass ached from the stone platform. Ouch. I could feel his cum drip down my thigh.
“Someone probably saw us. Maybe even recorded it.” Paul’s hand scrubbed down his face, and in the glow of the streetlamp, he gave me a dark, heated stare that made me hot for him all over again. “I’m losing my fucking mind.”
We looked around, and a few people were near, but no one approached us.
Laughter bubbled up inside me, and I couldn’t stop. I laughed louder and louder. After a few seconds, he joined me, shaking his head. “You know what? I just don’t care right now.”
“Oh, yeah?” Paul pulled me to my feet and hit my buttocks hard.
“Ouch,” I winced. He chuckled and tucked me to his side. “I’ll kiss it better. I love you, naughty.”
“I love you, my love,” I whispered.
“Mmm, my love.” He kissed me and sucked on my bottom lip. “Fuck. I need to hear that all night.”
We hurried back to the car and back to the house. Once again, we took in the view. I relaxed, yawned, and Paul took me upstairs to the master bedroom.
He veered me to the bathroom and helped me out of my clothes. Dropping to his knees, he examined the scrape on my buttocks. “Does it hurt?” He pressed a kiss above, where I felt some pain.
“No, you kissed it better,” I half-joked.
He took off his clothes, and we went into the shower. He gently washed me with a soft sponge. “Does this bother you?”
“Does what?”
“The showers together. I never asked you.”
He didn’t want to bring up our arrangement.
“No. I think it’s sexy.”
He kissed my shoulder. “You are.” He cleaned himself, and we stepped out, then he took out some cream from a cabinet and rubbed over my scrape again and I winced.
“See? No more fucking on steps,” he teased and kissed both cheeks on my buttocks, and I playfully whimpered.
We finished drying off and climbed into the bed. I rested my head on his chest and fell asleep.
Later, I rose, showered, and put on the lace thong Paul had left for me and a white sheath mini dress. The sound of Paul playing a slow, soulful melody floated up the stairs. I recognized it as “Romance in Spring”. I went to find him playing. Wearing a button-down shirt and trousers, his eyes met mine, and electrical energy charged the air—so was our connection, and it never wavered. He called the housekeeper, speaking to her in French. I cupped his head and brought it to my mouth for a kiss. “Have you been up for long?”
“No. Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
Paul stood and placed his hand low on my back, then led me out to the patio, where I saw the table was set with candles and the flowers from the market. The air was a cool breeze and smelled of the sea. I sat in the chair he held out for me. “Thank you. This is so lovely.” He poured the wine, and I took a sip. It was one that I liked. My stomach fluttered. He never forgets a thing.
His phone buzzed, and he sighed. “One sec.” He stood and walked a few steps away, but I could hear the word “documentary,” and I knew it was work-related. He ended the call quickly as the food came out—fish in a madras curry with asparagus and honey. “So, where was I? Oh, what do you think so far?”
“I think it’s beautiful. Romantic.”
While I loved the home and his reasons for having it, it made it even more odd that we were building a life together with a baby, but not marriage. I wanted to be Mrs. Crane, but it was a decision that had to come from both of us.
“You’re quiet now.” He moved his chair closer to me and took my hand. “We have a lot going on right now.” He lowered his eyelids. “I’m…I’m already having a difficult time thinking about you being pregnant. My instincts tell me to take you far away and protect you.…”
I stood and put my arms around his neck. “I know you love me, and it’s hard after what you saw happen to me, but I’m strong. I’m still here. And we’re fine. Okay?”
“Okay, Nadia,” he whispered.
