Page 55 of Heartbreaker

“Welcome to the Four Seasons, Monsieur, Mademoiselle!”

“OMG are you for real?” Ashley asks as she grips my arm in a vice.

“Yep,” I say. “So, good surprise?”

“The best surprise ever! You are so getting lucky tonight,” she giggles in wonder as her eyes fly around the elegant lobby of the beautiful grand hotel.

Tucking her into my side as we walk to the desk, I whisper in her ear, “I already got lucky,”

“Well, that limo ride will seem like nothing compared with what you are going to get Mister!”

“I didn’t mean the limo ride, Tinkerbell. I meant the day you stepped on my toes in a London nightclub.”

She looks at me and her eyes turn dreamy. “Jackson!” she whispers, her voice has a low husky quality to it.

The receptionist spoke and the moment and connection was broken, but I would look back later and know that was the moment I knew. That was the moment I knew I was in love with a rainbow-haired pixie that owned a chocolate shop.

The suite I had booked us was decorated in rich royal blue and white, with white chaise lounge, white sofas, and cream rugs. A beautiful sumptuous four-poster bed. A marble whirlpool bath and a large balcony overlooking Paris, with the view of the Arc de Triomphe as a backdrop. It was perfect for what I had planned later.

I consult my watch and then turn to Ashley.

“So, would you like to test out the whirlpool before dinner?” She runs at me then and I catch her as she throws her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Cupping the sweet globes of her ass I smile. “Is that a yes?”

“That is a hell yes,” she states and then her face turns more sombre. “Thank you, Jackson. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me.” The sincerity in her eyes slays me and I feel my emotions surge to the surface as she looks at me and I don’t know what to do with the feelings she evokes in me, so I kiss her. Kissed her like she was the air I breathed and the only thing I needed to keep me alive.

I pour everything into that kiss and before long we are tearing at each other’s clothes. The bed dips as we fall to it, items of clothing disregarded on the floor in our haste to touch skin consumed us both.

I have never known this intensity as mouths clash and bodies collide, she arches into me as I take her nipple in my mouth and sucks as she whimpers, and I feel her nails score down my ass cheeks, pulling me to her core.

Her heat engulfs me as I plunge into her in one swift stroke and she screams my name as I pound into her, skin slapping against skin as our bodies say what our heads can’t comprehend just yet. The need drives us as she reaches for her climax, her body convulsing as it hits her hard and then mine slams into me with such force, I think my head will explode.

As our breaths even out and our hearts slow, I pull back to look at her.

“Um we’re on the floor!” I say with a laugh.

“Yeah, that kind of got a bit wild!” she giggles, “See Sexy Singer, I knew there was a wild man in there all along.”

I slide from her body and pull her up, “Yes well this old man needs a soak in the bath, care to wash my back?”

“Come on then grandad,” she laughs, and we spend the next hour in the whirlpool bath, talking and laughing and drinking Champagne, while eating chocolate dipped strawberries that we both agree were good but not as good a Sweet Heaven dipped chocolate strawberries.

I tell Ashley to get take her time getting ready for our evening and close the door on the bedroom and go to change in the living area. Once I’m dressed I check the preparations for this evening. Everything is perfect.

An hour later Ashley steps out of the bedroom and she takes my breath away. She is wearing a sequined slash necked, sleeveless column dress in sea green with a split to the thigh, showing a tantalising glimpse of her tattooed thigh.

She looks like an ethereal mermaid enchantress and I feel like a seaman about to fall under the spell of this siren. Her rainbow hair flows down her back in soft waves, and silver stiletto sandals encased her feet. I knew when I saw the dress that it would be perfection on her and I wasn’t wrong.

“You look breath-taking,” I state and hold my hand to her.

“I feel like a princess,” she smiles as she comes to me tipping her head up my face. I drop a light kiss on her mouth.

“You look very dashing, Jackson,” she says as she adjusts the collar of my tux. I incline my head in acceptance of the compliment.

“Shall we?” I lead her towards the balcony doors and open them to reveal the candlelit table I had arranged for us.

“I hope you don’t mind but I thought it might be nice to experience this just the two of us?” I was unsure now that I had seen her if this was a silly idea, it had seemed right at the time, but now I wonder if I should take her out and show her Paris.

My Tinkerbell lays her hand on my chest and looks up at me. “It’s perfect, Jackson.”