European Secrets (Paris - Vol. Two) Read Free

appearance. This isn’t the last you’ll see of me.”
     
    She squirmed in her seat and felt her cheeks flush. She’d never imagined it would become so complicated. She didn’t know whether to thank Kate or kill her. She would need to be a social butterfly and try to uncover the three men quickly. Mingling had never been her strong point, but tonight she’d have to make an exception to her usual routine of hiding in a corner. She wanted to ask him why he had agreed to be part of the game, and what its appeal was for him.
     
    Instead, she stood up and returned to the kitchen. “Do you want another drink? Maybe something a little stronger?” She pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and uncorked it.
     
    She jumped as she felt Adrien’s hands land on her from behind, then rest on her shoulders.
     
    “Yes, please Annie,” he whispered in her ear. His tone had dropped, and his words were smooth as his breath landed on her neck. She froze, then relaxed as she felt his lips on her skin.
     
    “Why did you agree to this, Adrien?” she whispered back, ignoring the voice inside that told her she shouldn’t ask.
     
    “I saw your photo. Who wouldn’t?” He ran his hand over her hip, tracing how it curved from her waist.
     
    She felt her body respond, and placed her hand over his as his fingers pressed into the fabric of her dress. “It’s not strange for you?”
     
    He laughed. “No. It’s not.” He spun her round, so she stood facing him with the wine bottle in her hand. “We have two hours before we need to leave. Are you going to be busy until then?”
     
    “Not for a while,” she replied, staring at his lips.
     
    “Good.” He kissed her, taking the bottle from her hand and setting it on the counter. He unzipped the back of her dress, and she gasped in surprise. He stared at her. “Is there a problem, Annie?”
     
    She shook her head, and he pulled the straps from her shoulders. His eyes seemed greener, deeper close up, and they focused on her under thick lashes. She loosened the first few buttons of his shirt as he tugged her dress to the floor. He took a step back to take her in, and she reddened from his stare. He smiled and stepped forward again, kissing her lips and neck.
     
    He intertwined his fingers with hers and pushed her against the kitchen counter. As he pressed against her, she felt him hard against her pelvis. His hands slipped from her fingers to her back, and she felt her bra fall from her shoulders to the floor. His hands were warm on her breasts, kneading them as he kissed her and opened her lips with his tongue. He held her by her ass and pushed her upward, easing her onto the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him close, and finished unbuttoning his shirt.
     
    “Do you want me to fuck you, Annie?”
     
    She hesitated at how direct he’d been, then felt herself wet between her legs. Her body already wanted him. “Yes.”
     
    His lack of ceremony and his haste to take what he wanted spurred her to push against him and enjoy his arousal. She freed his cock from his pants, liking how quickly he’d become hard. He slid his hand up her thigh and peeled her underwear from her hips. She was slippery under his fingers. After touching her for a moment, he took himself in his hand and widened the spread of her legs.
     
    She stared down at his hardness between her legs, anticipating how he’d feel inside her. He held her thigh open with one hand and gripped her waist with the other. She enveloped him with her legs, clamping onto the counter with her hand to keep her balance. She sighed at a blend of relief and surprise as he entered her and pushed all the way inside her, holding her close to the edge of the counter. His movement was rapid then slow, teasing and then increasing speed. He kneaded her breast, then sucked her nipple as he pushed farther inside her. She clinged to him, knitting her brow at her need for more from him. He rubbed where she pulsed,