Collins


    When we arrive in Paris, the joy on Mia’s face is incredible. She’s like a little kid in a candy shop, her eyes wide and her mouth curled into a silly grin. I can’t help getting swept up in her excitement, my own mood lightening despite having been here many times. Even after a twelve-hour flight, she’s full of energy and ready to explore.


    “Where are we going first?” she asks, as the driver cruises down the highway that leads from the airport to the city.


    “The hotel.” I chuckle at her. “I thought we could drop our luggage, and then I’ll show you around a little, but we have a business dinner in a couple of hours.”


    “Okay.”


    On the ne ride here, I told her all about Pierre and the sessful European firm he runs. I would like to take over managing hispany’s investments stateside and need to show him why that would benefit him. But first I need to win him over. The French are much more rtional when ites to business. They don’t get in bed with just anyone. His wife’s name is Adele, and I exined that I needed Mia to keep her happy and upied. Happy wife, happy life, and all that. I know by tonight we will both have our game faces on, but for now, I’m happy to indulge her in the role of tour guide.


    When we reach the hotel and step into the opulent marble lobby, Mia’s eyes dart over the elegant paintings and the finely upholstered furniture. I stand at the check-in counter, waiting, as the clerk types something on the keyboard.


    “Monsieur, the luxury king suite you’ve requested has been prepared. The bellhop will bring your luggage up.”


    Shit. My assistant booked the room for me and Tatianna months ago, of course it’s just one room-with one bed. “Actually, I need a bigger suite-something with two bedrooms.”


    She looks down at the monitor and begins typing again. “I’m sorry, but we’repletely full at the moment.” She frowns.


    “Okay, then just a regr room with two beds?”


    She shakes her head. “We have no upancy other than the suite you reserved.” She exins that there’s some big fashion convention happening this week and many of the hotels are full.


    I consider searching for another hotel, one outside the city, but with my meetings all being in the business district, I realize that’s silly. Mia and I are adults. We will be fine sharing a room. Shit, we used to have sleepovers all the time when we were little.


    “Fine,” I say to the clerk. “Please send up our bags.”


    I find Mia admiring an oil painting at the far end of the lobby.


    “The colors are amazing,” she says when I get close.


    I love how she can find such simple joy in things. I realize if I was here with Tatianna, she’d probably beining that our room wasn’t quite ready and her nose would be stuck in her phone.


    “I have some news,” I say, guiding her toward the elevator with my hand at the small of her back.


    “What’s that?”


    “The reservation was made months ago by my assistant, and now the hotel ispletely full.”


    Her eyebrows draw up. “So? Spit it out, Collins.”


    “How do you feel about sharing a bed?”


    “Oh.” She lets out a nervousugh and staggers back a step, her hand curling around the railing inside the elevator, like she needs the support to remain upright.


    Before she has time to respond, the doors open to our floor. We walk in silence to the room, and I slide the key card into the slot beside the door.


    “It’ll be fine,” I assure her, motioning her to enter ahead of me.


    “Of course,” she says.


    My stomach tightens into a knot, because the moment the door closes, and I’m alone with Mia, all I want to do is throw her down on the bed and kiss the living daylights out of her. Perhaps it was our close proximity on the ne, the way she rested her head on my shoulder while she slept, or that I feel closer and more connected to her than I have any right to. She’s not mine. But shit, I want to feel her hot mouth on mine and soft body in my hands.


    Shit.


    Memories float into my brain, how her body felt under mine the first time we had sex, how her tight pussy fit me like a hot glove… No one has ever felt as good. Even though it was our first time, and it was little awkward, it was still the best, because it wasn’t just physical, it was life changing, it was with the one person who had no hidden agendas, it was just two people with real feelings, exploring each other. I would kill for another chance like that.


    A knock at the door interrupts my wicked thoughts, and I tip the bellhop after he delivers our suitcases.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Clearing my throat, I mumble something about cleaning up and head to the bathroom.


    Christ, how am I supposed to survive an entire week sleeping beside Mia, watching her emerge pink and damp from the shower, listening to her sleepy sounds as she drifts off, being surrounded by her scent…


    I scrub my hands over my face. I feel like an awkward teenager. So I do the only thing I can think to do. I grab a squirt of body wash and begin jacking myself off.


    My hand slides up and down and as hot water pelts against my back. I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment, pumping my fist over my cock in eager strokes. When I picture Mia’s round ass and lush tits Ie so hard I have to fight to suppress the groan crawling up my throat.