“Maybe next time you leave, you should go through the garage entrance,” I suggested. “The French butler told me earlier that’s what all the celebs do.”
“The real celebs?” She threw me a cheeky grin. “Not just the ones claiming they’re Beyoncé?”
I couldn’t help but smile back, albeit rather weakly. “Fake famous people can use that entrance, too. ’Cording to the butler, a lot of paparazzi hang ’round this place, so sometimes it’s the only way to avoid ’em.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She replaced the lid on her takeout cup before finally turning back to look at me. “By the way, what do you take in your cof—oh, well… um…”
Her full lips formed into an “O” of surprise when she saw the state of me below the waist. “I’m sorry…. I didn’t realize…”
She looked away, embarrassed, but I just grinned and decided to finish the sentence for her. “You didn’t realize you’d be greeted by another kind of Eiffel Tower when you returned to my hotel room?"
“No, um, I didn't... Do you...?”
She continued to openly stare at my self-dubbed Eiffel Tower.
“Do you… um… need help with that?”
My little mouse was learning to be brave. A strange kind of pride washed over me on her behalf.
“Know what?” I answered. “I’ll take any help you’re willin’ to give a bloke in need.”
“Okay, um, I’ve got this! I think….” Kayla set down her coffee and shimmied out of her winter coat.
She’d bought another sweatshirt to replace the one I spunked on, I noted. This one hadJ’aime Pariswritten across it, and there was an Eiffel Tower where the A in Paris would normally be.
But perhaps she remembered what happened to her last clean shirt because she quickly pulled the new hoodie off, revealing a pink bra with cherry-red piping around its edges. Next came her zebra sweats, which uncovered a matching pair of pink bikini briefs with cherry-red trim.
It made me truly wonder why all the other birds I’d hooked up with chose lace over cotton underthings. The cherry-and-pink ensemble displayed her heavily rounded breasts and ample backside perfectly. Like a dessert.
A dessert I wanted to lick all over.
But I made meself lean back on my forearms and wait for her to come to me.
I wanted to see what she’d do next—slightly more than I desired to take her out of her enticing underthings.
Padding over to stand beside the bed, she studied my straining erection. As if it was one of her math club problems in need of solving.
“I could…” She took me in her hand and worked me up and down a few times—only to quickly release me, like she’d been caught doing something wrong.“No, I already did that.”
Truth was, I wouldn’t have minded another go inside her palm. My body had thrilled at her touch, then ached when she’d stopped.
But any regrets I had about missing out on a second handie disappeared almost as soon as she crawled onto the bed and positioned herself between my legs.
I drew in my breath with a sharp hiss when she took me in her mouth. Forgot all about that hand shandy she cut short! Bolts of red-hot pleasure pulsed through my shaft as she worked her lips down it.
Usually, this was the bit where I closed my eyes and just enjoy being attended to by whoever was down there.
But I couldn’t look away from Kayla framed in the morning light—her gorgeous bottom up in the air, her gaze locked into mine while her head bobbed up and down on my manhood.
I was completely mesmerized by the delicious picture she was presenting. Just for me.
“Christ, Kayla…” I reached down to grasp the back of her head, guiding her into a nice rhythm.
And that was a mistake.
It soon became too much, and I had to pull out of her mouth with a curse.
“Did I do something wrong?” Kayla blinked up at me, clearly distressed.
