His eyes narrowed, the fingers under my chin turned over to pinch it firmly. “I can’t have you checking out of this relationship every time we talk about Elena. We need to talk about her. She’s a part of your family and a huge part of my past, if we don’t normalize discussion about her, she will come between us.”
“I’m sorry. There is just so much… stuff.”
I leaned into his hand as he cupped my cheek.
“I know, which actually leads perfectly into the surprise I have for you. I have to be in France on business next week. When we met on the plane to Mexico, I was just returning from an inspection of a recently acquired property in Paris and it’s time that I go back to check on the finishing touches and interview the short listed interior designers.”
My heart sank at the thought of being apart from him just when we had decided to be together but I knew Sinclair’s job was his number one priority and I respected him for his dedication, lusted after him for his drive.
“I completely understand. I’ll miss you but we can talk when you get back,” I said.
He was smiling when I looked back up at him. “I hoped you would come with me. It will give us time to figure out how we want to… proceed without the anxiety of lying to our friends and family. But mostly, I love the thought of having you to myself for another seven days, of walking through the streets holding your hand, kissing you when the urge strikes me – which will be often, I’m warning you.”
The idea of being with Sinclair in Paris made me dizzy. My mind rebelled against the image because it was too good to be true. How was it possible that despite everything, I could visit the city I loved by the side of the man I loved? Wasn’t the villain in stories like this supposed to end up with nothing and no one?
“When do we leave?” I asked.
“Tomorrow morning. I thought we could stay here tonight.”
“I would need to go back to Cosima’s and pack.”
“I had Candy go over earlier to pack a bag.” He grinned at my incredulous look. “Just in case you said yes.”
“You are so arrogant,” I laughed.
“You love it.”
“I do.”
“You love me.”
“I do.” My eyes filled with tears. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Sin’s framed my face in both his large hands and stared at me with complete sincerity, business-like seriousness. “Believe it. Say you’ll come.”
“I’ll come.”
“Good girl,” he murmured before descending on my lips for a thorough kiss. “Now come here.”
He swung me onto his lap so that I was straddling him and gripped my face tightly beneath his hands so that he could maneuver me to his liking as he plundered my mouth. I groaned as he bit into my bottom lip sharply.
“Who owns you, Elle?” he husked against my damp lips.
“You, sir.”
I shivered as his hand moved possessively over my curves to land on my flared hips. Just saying the word sir triggered my submissive nature and I found myself edgy with the need to show him how good I could be. I wanted to bend and break under his hands, be reformed into something new and stronger.
“Yes,” he hissed, seeing the glazed look in my eyes. “Strip for me. Show me what belongs to me.”
I rocked once over his erection, slowly dragging my panty covered core over him so that he gritted his teeth, before I stood up, sashaying a few feet away to the space before the fireplace. I took a moment to breath, to absorb the tingling electricity that flowed through our connection. When I looked over my shoulder at him, there were no insecurities or guilt – nothing existed but Sinclair.
I pouted slightly as I swished my hips back and forth for him, the flirty skirt of my dress flipping up to expose my lace-topped stockings and the ends of the purple garters I wore. His eyes burned against my skin.
Suffused with desire, I bent over to bare my ass to him, the two plump cheeks bisected by the thin wedge of my satin thong. I straightened slowly and turned around to stare at him with my lip between my teeth as I painstakingly undid the buttons on my dress. When the fabric gaped open, I rolled my shoulders one at a time until my torso was free of the garment.
Sin made a primal noise in the back of his throat.
I reached back to undo the clasp of my bra and the little zipper on the skirt at the same time. When they fell to the ground, I lifted both breasts in my hands and pinched my nipples hard. I tilted my head back on a ragged moan.