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We were hot, our bodies straining as Paul pumped. My pants grew heavier, and my inner muscles tightened. “Nadia,” Paul commanded, “don’t come.”
“But I can’t… I can’t stop it.” The sensation was too much as his hips bucked faster, and the orgasm I couldn’t restrain took me. I trembled and shook as he continued to fuck me.
“Nadia.” He drew out. His voice sensual and admonishing as I quivered from the orgasm. He grabbed my hips, thrusting in fast and hard as I spasmed and shuddered. “Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Fuck.”
“That’s right.” He rolled his hips as he thrust in and out of me, and the sweet friction sent me right back on edge. He reached my slippery clit and rubbed it, and another climax came. I grabbed the sheets and cried out.
“Fuck. Fuck. Nadia. Fuck.” He grabbed my hips hard and shuddered as he came spurting inside me. Our breaths were hard together, and we were slow to break apart. He let my hips go, and I stretched out on my side with him molded behind me, his arm around my waist. We didn’t speak; we just held each other in bliss.
The summer sky was full of pink, orange, and purple hues on the descent. I peered out at the billboard at the airport. “Bienvenue à Nice Côte d’Azur Airport.” We had returned to the South of France.
“Are we returning to Monaco? I thought the Formula One race was over?” I held the straw hat and the bottom of my gathered midi skirt against the gust of wind. I loosened my hold to adjust my purse, and the hat lifted off. It rolled away like a tumbleweed.
Paul chuckled. “We’ll get you another hat with string to tie under your chin.”
“Ha-ha.” He kissed my smirking mouth.
“To answer your questions, Formula One is over, and no, we’re not going to Monaco.” He took my hand, and we moved to the classic car parked nearby. Paul signed a form for the man who handed him the keys. I ran my hands over the silver birch finish on the vehicle. It was a two-door coupe classic, one that seemed familiar. “Where do you get these cars?”
“I have a garage here; I’ll show you it another time. We got to go.”
Paul held the door open, and I climbed inside. The car had an old-fashioned dashboard, but the interior was pristine. “Why do I feel like I’ve seen this car before?”
“It’s an Aston Martin DB5. It’s been in numerous James Bond films.”
“Ohh. I’ve watched a few. They’re great, but this car isn’t your normal choice. Is this part of the surprise?”
“Maybe.” Paul’s lips spread in a teasing smile, and we drove off.
“Paul,” I drawled out playfully. We drove through a bustling city with an array of high-rise buildings as vivid as a box of crayons with their blues, oranges, yellows, and greens. They were stacked on hills with shops below and intermixed with various types of palms. The warm breeze off the water was a comforting blanket and induced a calm in my spirit. Once away from the airport, Paul moved the car like flowing water over a hill, as if he anticipated every crack and groove along the narrow passages. We were close to the sea, and the scent of salt and sand mingled with every breath.
He’d turned the car off the main road into a more residential area lined with tall shrubbery. However, we could still make out the beautiful mansions tucked behind them.
“You should tell me more since we’re here now.”
“Okay, Nadia. We’re not just going away; I want you to choose a home that will become ours. It will be a place to relax that is only for us.”
“No one else?”
“Sometimes we’ll have visitors, but most of the time it would just be for us. We need our own time. My parents did it during their second marriages, and it helps.”
“How so?”
“Less fighting, for one. It kept their love alive. As I’ve said before, they’re better as friends. Anyway, Mom and Alan’s home is in Mumbai, where they do meditation retreats together. Dad and Lily go to Florence—Lily has a romantic attachment to a movie set there.”
“A Room With A View.” I sighed dreamily. “That’s in the top ten of every woman’s fantasy. A handsome man giving a passionate kiss in the middle of an Italian poppy field.”
“You want that, Nadia?” he asked, turning down a narrow street.
“I’m good. I have a winery on the Amalfi Coast.” I smiled, remembering when we drove down the coast to a friend’s winery. We were so caught up in each other that we pulled over and had sex in the vineyard.
Paul reached over and squeezed my thigh. “That’s a good memory for me, too, but we will make more. This place was in a James Bond film.”
“Oh, really? Wow. Which one?”
“Never Say Never Again.”
“Hmm, I don’t remember that one, but I did see Gold Finger. That’s my favorite.”
