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not worth talking about. Not when I have more important things to
focus on…”
    He touches my clit, presses
against it until a burst of pleasure goes through me, and I nearly
buck off the seat. My fingers wrap around the back of his hand as he
starts to stroke me with fierce, quick, relentless touches.
    “Oh my God,” I
breathe before clenching my lips together in an attempt to stay
quiet. The way he’s touching me is perfection and the pressure
inside is building fast and intense.
    “Keep your hand on mine
while I make you come.” His voice is low, commanding. “Do
you like this? The way I’m touching you?” He kisses the
edge of my ear.
    I nod and dig my nails into the
back of his hand. He slows his pace, finding a soft-yet-firm rhythm
that quickly carries me away. I turn my head, silently begging for
his kiss. He presses his mouth to mine and I’m both frustrated
and soothed by it.
    I want to let loose and I can’t.
    “You’re so hot, baby.
So wet. Just for me,” he whispers into my panting mouth.
    He thrusts two fingers into me,
slides back up to rub my clit and then thrusts again, harder. I dig
the fingers of my free hand into the arm rest as he kisses me again,
alternating thrusts and strokes until the flickers of orgasm threaten
to burst.
    “I can’t wait to fuck
you. Hard. Fast. Have you suck me off, your hot mouth on my cock.”
    It’s so good, I can’t
hold it back. Release slams into me and I hang onto him, to the seat,
squeezing my eyes shut and pressing my lips together to keep from
crying out. I hear Dom laugh softly.
    He’s a delicious bastard.
    A dirty talking sex God, and he’s
going to pay for this.
    “I would have loved to hear
you scream.” He slowly slides his hand from between my legs and
I feel drunk and weightless.
    “By the way, we took off a
few minutes ago.”
    What? I glance to the window and
see clouds. Dang, that worked really well. I readjust in my seat and move my skirt down. He looks amused
as I kiss his cheek. “You’re an excellent distraction.”
I tell him.
     
    The
flight goes quickly, and I barely notice the hours tick by between
dozing off and watching Game of Thrones on Dominic’s iPad while
he works from his laptop and takes calls. I lay down to take a nap,
but I don’t realize I’m sleeping until Dominic wakes me.
“We’re here.”
    Outside, the airport lights shine
brightly. We’re taxiing across the tarmac to the arrival gate.
Apparently I missed the landing, too.
    We disembark, and head through
customs before a driver meets us at the curb. I watch out the limo
windows as we head to the hotel.
    “I can’t believe I’m
in Paris.” I meant to think it, but I say it out loud. Dominic
leans against me to look out the window, too. He doesn’t say
anything, but I feel him smile.
    We head through the city, and I’m
gawking at the gorgeous old buildings and chic tree-lined boulevards,
a pastel blue sky dotted with picture-perfect clouds sweeping
overhead. Eventually, we turn across a square and The Rexford Paris
comes into view. I swear, my heart jumps into my throat.
    “Holy shit.”
    Dominic laughs at me. “Wait
until you see the inside.”
    I’m craning my neck to see
when my door opens and a man in white gloves helps me out. The hotel
stands, imposing, with a view of the River Seine. It’s
gorgeous, classical architecture with arched windows, massive columns
and a carved marble statue at the entrance.
    Dominic joins me on the front
steps and takes my hand.
    “Ready?”
    When have I ever been ready for
anything with this man? I’m constantly taken by surprise when
I’m with him. I nod and he speaks to the porter in
French—surprise!—before leading me up the steps. I’m
about to ask him if he’s fluent, but the words die on my lips.
    I can’t believe what I’m
seeing. The lobby is an airy masterpiece of French Regency design
with gilded molding and cream and light blue walls. Elaborate rugs
create a walkway over a parquet floor,