I smile at her. She doesn’t need to know the lengths I go to ensure that I am the expert on all thingsWhitney. Above everything else, she is my priority, first and always. I could spend the rest of my days striving to make her the happiest version of her that I can, and never grow weary of it.
Strong desire pulls at me and again, urgency takes over, encouraging me to close the distance and make her happy in a completely other way now.
I don’t say anything else as I capture her lips again. Whitney responds immediately, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her naked body languidly against mine. I maneuver us so her back is pressed up against the tile wall. She makes a small sound—probably at the shocking coolness of the tile—but I swallow it down until it morphs into a moan.
My hands continue their roaming and exploring. I don’t stop until she’s shattering around me for the first time, her pussy clenching at my fingers buried deep inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you come around my fingers,” I whisperhuskily into her ear. Whitney gasps and rolls her hips against my hand, still looking for that last bit of friction to draw out the remainder of her orgasm.
When her body has finally ceased trembling, I slowly remove my hand and look down at her. Need is still coursing through me, and I see it reflected right back at me in her eyes.
“How about we get dried off and continue this elsewhere,” I suggest.
Her cheeks are flushed, and this time, I don’t think it’s from the heat of the shower. Her eyes are still dilated, and she nods her head in a daze. “I think that sounds like a great idea.”
I don’t waste any time. The shower is off within a minute, and shortly thereafter, I have Whitney wrapped up in one of the fluffy, purple towels she recently bought for our bathroom. She gives me a seductive smile as she dries off before scampering out of the bathroom, hopefully to our bed.
As I’m following her into our room, my eyes catch on the orchid plant sitting proudly on a table by the large window. I got this one for her a few weeks ago, regretfully, after the last one lost its last petal. Both Whitney and I have gotten attached to having the vibrant purple flower around—I even have one sitting on my desk at my office, just like I know she still has one on her desk, too.
Somehow, it has become the symbol of our relationship. It started off as a friendly welcome gift to my new assistant, and without us even realizing it at the time, it was the precursor to so much more.
As my eyes move from the flower to Whitney, sprawled so gloriously on our mattress, I can’t help but be thankful for every little moment that led up to this one.
I never saw Whitney Palmer coming, but now, I can’t imagine my life without her.
Whitney
“This is insane,”I say with a laugh as I look out over the balcony of our hotel. Right in front of me is the Eiffel Tower, standing tall and proud, lit up so beautifully that I can’t seem to take my eyes off of it. “I still can’t believe we’re here.”
Theo comes up to stand behind me, his arm wrapping around his waist. Another laugh bubbles out of me at the crazy realization that this is my life. Theo and I have been together slightly over a year, but still, sometimes his privilege surprises me. I know the depth of the Hurst wealth, but it always feels a little surreal when I’m on the receiving end of the benefits of that wealth.
Just last week, Theo announced that he had booked us a flight to France, where we’d be spending time in Paris, hitting all the must-sees like the Louvre and the Cathedral of Notre Dame. All things I always wanted to do but never imagined I’d get the opportunity.
I was more than shocked, given that with this trip, we’d be missing his mother’s annual gala. I had been so relieved at the event last year when his mother finally welcomed me withopen arms. I’m not sure what changed for her to finally realize that Theo was never going to go back to his ex-girlfriend, and that I was around to stay, but regardless, I was grateful that she had a much warmer welcome for me than in the past.
When I asked Theo why he picked Paris so suddenly, his blunt response was, “Well I love you, and Paris is theCity of Loveso why not?”
I hadn’t pushed him, finding that answer to be perfectly satisfactory.
It still hadn’t felt real, until we checked into our hotel room today and I saw the Eiffel Tower right outside my window for the first time. We spent the day exploring, trying out some cafes and visiting some of the shops. We ended the night at a gourmet restaurant, toasting champagne flutes over a delightful dessert.
I was so stuffed as we made it back to our hotel, but I couldn’t resist another look out at the Tower before we call it a night. As I stare out at the landmark, I decide that I don’t think I could ever get tired of that view.
I sigh whimsically and lean back against Theo’s chest. The hand wrapped around me holds me tighter, his thumb rubbing small circles over my hip bone.
We stand together in a comfortable silence, only the sound of the city beneath us breaking through the quiet. In this moment, I feel more content than I think I ever have before. There’s no thought of work or responsibilities lingering in the back of my mind, only Theo’s presence, and the realization that I’m in a beautiful city.
“I met almost every single one of your requirements,” Theo says into the night. I blink a few times, still looking out over the balcony.
Somehow, though, the urge to look at Theo is greater than the twinkling lights. Slowly, I drag my eyes away from theTower and over to him. He’s watching me with such a gentle expression that it makes my chest ache. I’d always dreamed of having a man look at me like that, never would I have imagined that it would have been my former boss.
“You know I’m not doing that anymore,” I whisper.
A smile threatens on Theo’s lips and he leans forward to press a kiss to my cheek. Instantly, my skin heats under his touch and my breath hitches. “I know. I just think it’s somewhat disappointing that I didn’t meet all ten.”
“Which one didn’t you meet?” I ask him, still breathless from his proximity. It continues to blow my mind that even though our relationship isn’t new or exciting anymore, Theo can bring this type of reaction out of me. Every time he touches me is like the very first time. He still makes my stomach clench and my skin prickle with even the simplest brush of his fingers.
“Hmm,” he murmurs, in a low rumble which makes goosebumps erupt on my forearms. “I think it was something about being spontaneous.”
