Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 78576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I fly over the sights of Paris, beyond the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe, past Versailles and the Palais Garnier, into the clanging church bells of Notre-Dame, which reverberate endlessly through my head. When I finally come down, I look over my shoulder, and his lips meet mine.
After a sweeping kiss, he breaks it. “Maddie, Maddie…”
“Yeah?”
“I wish I could give you more orgasms, but I have to come. I have to come.”
“God yes, please…”
He thrusts once, twice, three more times, and then stays embedded inside my pussy.
And I feel each pulse.
He stays inside me for a few moments, and then he pulls out, turns me over, leans down, and kisses my shoulders and then my lips.
“My God, Maddie,” he says. “You’re amazing.”
“Just what I needed…” Then I sigh and close my eyes.
My eyes pop open to the sun streaming in through the window.
I have no idea what time it was when I finally fell asleep.
But I was so relaxed after Dave and I—
I jerk upward into a sitting position.
“Dave?”
He’s not here. He probably went to the bathroom.
“Dave?” I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. The door is closed, so I knock.
No reply.
I open the door, walk into a dark room. “Dave?”
But already I know he’s not here.
His room is right across from mine. He probably went back to take a shower and get dressed.
I grab my key, throw a robe around my body, and walk across the hallway to knock on his door.
No response.
I knock again, this time louder.
No response again.
“Where did he go?” I ask out loud.
I go back to my own room, grab my phone to—
Damn. I don’t have Dave’s number. I can’t text him or call him and find out where he is or if he’s okay. If he doesn’t have a roaming plan, I may not be able to get in contact with him anyway.
I check the time on my phone. Ten a.m.
We’re supposed to meet Brock and the rest of the gang of non-bandmembers down in the little café at ten thirty.
I already showered last night, so I just wash the essentials, throw on a little blush and lip gloss, and dress in a long-sleeved tee, jeans, and walking shoes. I don’t know if we’re doing any sightseeing today. After last night’s trauma, Brock’s only instructions were to sleep in for a bit and then meet for breakfast slash lunch. Why he didn’t say brunch is beyond me.
I brush my hair out and twist it into a long braid hanging down my back.
Then I grab my phone and my purse and head down. It’s only ten after, so I’ll be early.
I walk into the café, and—
There’s Dave, sitting alone at a table with a cup of coffee.
I walk up to him. “Oh, there you are.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Did I worry you?”
“No, of course not. I just wondered where you were.”
He stares into his coffee. “Just down here. Thinking.”
“May I join you?”
“Yeah, of course.” He stands up and pulls out a chair.
“You’re such a gentleman.”
“How we were raised.”
I like it. I like it a lot.
The server comes toward us. “Café au lait, mademoiselle?” she asks me.
“Oui, merci.”
She leaves and returns within a few seconds with a cup of coffee, the milk already added.
“I don’t normally drink milk in my coffee,” I say to Dave, “but when in Rome.”
“Actually it’s really good,” he says. “I’m a black-coffee guy myself, but as you said, we’re here. We may as well try everything.”
I take a sip, and the milk—not cream—cuts the acidity of the coffee nicely. It’s delicious.
I’m not sure what to say. Do I thank him for last night? It was amazing, and I was able to finally go to sleep. But it was what it was.
“I’ve been thinking…” he says.
“Yeah?”
“I’m wondering if I should just go home.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
He doesn’t react. “I can see that surprises you. It surprised me as well. I certainly needed a vacation, but so far—other than the time I’ve spent with you, Maddie—this so-called vacation has been more stressful than ever.”
I take a sip from my cup. “I get what you mean. But we’re in Paris, Dave. Let’s at least see the sights today before you decide.”
He nods. “You’re probably right. What would you like to do today?”
“Did you get any sleep?” I ask him.
“That was quite a pivot.” His eyes smile, but his mouth doesn’t. “Yeah, I did. Thanks to you.”
“No need to thank me. We both got out of that what we needed.”
He looks at me, meets my gaze, and his eyes are… I’m not sure. He looks like he wants to say something to me, but then he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a drink of his coffee.
Our server returns with some croissants, butter, and jam.
“Merci,” Dave says.
“Je vous en prie.” She whisks away.
Dave gestures to the continental breakfast. “Feel like eating?”