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  Ripping my lips from his, I screamed as another, more powerful orgasm, tore through me. Above me Julien groaned loudly as my sex contracted ferociously around his erection. With one more thrust he threw his head back, as he too joined me in a powerful orgasm. He stretched me so completely; I could feel every pulse of his release. Oh my God!

  As he collapsed to my side, I felt Julien pull me in close to him, before removing the blind fold. When our eyes met again, he smiled languidly at me, while still breathing heavily.

  We spent hours after making love talking about anything and everything and nothing at all. It was the best conversation I had ever had. I learned that Julien had been working for his father’s company since he was sixteen years old and that his father, whom he adored, would soon be retiring and leaving the whole empire to him. I told him about my dreams of opening my own restaurant and even described to him exactly how it would look.

  I wasn’t sure when I actually fell asleep, but I knew for sure that Julien would definitely be haunting me in my dreams.

  EMILY

  The next morning, a small ray of sunlight peeking through the edge of the silky satin grey curtains woke me. Julien’s arm was still wrapped firmly around my waist as I lay with my head against his shoulder. I couldn’t help but to replay last night’s events. I had just bagged Julien freaking Belmont. How the heck did that happen? Wait, did I bag him or did he bag me? It didn’t matter I guess because either way, I was here… with him.

  I raised my head slightly, supporting it with my right hand, so I could look down at him, the man who had made me come, so spectacularly, and I’d been undone in his arms. Twice. He was even hotter as he slept, he looked so… peaceful. I watched him in amazement as he continued to breathe deeply; and he really was beautiful. Just as I thought to get up, he turned his head and faced me.

  “Are you done admiring me?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Oh please, I was just trying to see the clock on your side table…” I teased, knowing that he didn’t believe me for a second.

  You’re so stubborn. Good for me that I like it” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my lips before getting out of bed. He crossed the room and began pulling on some boxers.

  Was he leaving? Was I supposed to leave? I had never slept with a man that I wasn’t in a relationship with so I wasn’t sure what the protocol was. Though I knew that this would most likely be a onetime thing, I was still sad to see our time together come to an end. Sighing, I got up and started gathering my clothes.

  “I guess I’d better get going. I had a good time Julien,” I said, trying my best to sound nonchalant as I slipped the silk black thong on and reached for my bra.

  He froze.

  “You’re leaving?” he whispered, his back still turned away from me.

  I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. Yes I had agreed to come home with him last night, but surely that didn’t mean that anything real could come of this. Julien was great, in fact the best I had ever had, and although it would pain me to do so, I had to let this go. After everything that Adam had done to me, I just wasn’t ready for more.

  “I… I thought that this was just… well… you know…” I stuttered, feeling like an idiot, my voice trembling slightly.

  Crap I sound like a total cow, but what was he expecting here? We were from two different worlds and mind blowing, earth shattering sex didn’t change that.

  “Julien, I…”

  In an instant, he was standing before me, gripping my shoulders with those strong, capable hands, as he towered above me. Staring straight in to my eyes he said, “Don’t go Emily, stay here with me.” Why did he have to make this so damn hard?

  Before I had a chance to respond, he crushed his lips to mine, drawing me tight against his hard muscular body. He was hungry, demanding and although I wanted to resist, I just couldn’t. I parted my lips, inviting him in and he rewarded me with the sweet taste of his tongue.

  Breaking from my lips, his mouth travelled down against my neck, his tongue swirling, and teeth nipping my sensitive skin. Unable to contain my desire for him, I went with it; allowing him to dominate me completely. He pushed me back onto the bed, never breaking our contact as he continued to kiss my neck.

  “I have to have you Emily,” he whispered huskily, as his hot breath teased and caressed my inflamed skin with every word. “You have to be mine!”

  And why did he have to be so damn irresistible?

  Chapter Three

  “Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.”

  ~ Thomas Fuller ~

  JULIEN

  I don’t know what’s happening to me. One minute I was putting on some clothes to go to the bathroom and then next I was begging Emily to stay with me, to…be with me… Who was I?

  I nearly broke down when I thought she was going to leave but thankfully I had managed to somehow convince her to stay…for now. I needed more time with her. More time to make sense of exactly what was going on between us.

  After two rounds of morning sex, my little vixen was spent and passed out peacefully on my chest but I couldn’t go back to sleep. How could I? Yesterday I was Julien Belmont, a man whose only emotional attachment lied with two things, work and my father. But now, the thought of never seeing Emily again was driving me crazy. I needed to get my mind together and that couldn’t happen until I got some coffee in my system.

  I managed to get out of bed without waking Emily. I watched her for a moment, taking in her tossed hair which fanned the pillow, and her long, slender, and toned legs which escaped the covers. God, you’re so beautiful.

  I walked into the kitchen and started making coffee. I wasn’t sure what Emily normally ate for breakfast but decided that I couldn’t go wrong with eggs and toast though I wondered how she would judge my amateur cooking, since she said something about being a cook last night. Shrugging the thought off, I continued making breakfast, determined that I wouldn’t burn it.

  I arranged the plate with a light and fluffy cheese omelet, buttered toast and coffee, placing it on a bed serving tray, liking the thought of surprising her with breakfast in bed. I had really worn her out both last night and this morning.

  Just as I was about to take the tray over to her, I halted. There, standing in the kitchen entrance, stood Emily, naked. You’re killing me!

  “Smelt the coffee,” she said as she walked toward me, leaning in and grabbing the coffee from the tray.

  I watched as she took a sip, her ample, delicious breasts were perky and her nipples were hardened. Her hair was no longer tossed about; it was smooth and fell gracefully onto her shoulders. She was…breathtaking, even with no makeup.

  “Is something wrong?” she said with a wicked look in her eyes.

  “I am only a man Mon amour, why must you torture me so,” I confessed as I placed the tray down on the counter, walking over to her and kissing her.

  “Whoa there buddy… You can wait. I need that breakfast, I’m starving.”

  I grunted.

  “Ok but please put on something. I don’t think I can make it through breakfast while looking at your sexy body,” I begged, still holding onto her.

  She nodded her head, eyes still wicked as she broke free of my grasp, walking away painfully slow.

  This woman is going to be the death of me.

  EMILY

  When I woke up and found that I was in Julien’s bed alone, I thought the worst. Maybe he had changed his mind and instead of asking me to leave, he left. But, when the sweet aroma of hazelnut coffee teased my nose, I was relieved.

  I didn’t mean to torture him honestly, but I couldn’t help wanting to see how he would react to seeing me naked in his kitchen as he cooked. I couldn’t help but laugh when I walked back into the bedroom.

  I went over to his dresser and pulled out an oversized plain white V-neck t-shirt, putting it on and inhaling his scent as I did. I searched for my purse, which was on the floor and retrieved my emergency toothbrush, thankful th
at I hadn’t tossed it out after I broke up with Adam.

  As I made my way to the bathroom, I heard something vibrate. Darting my eyes around the room, I realized that Julien had left his phone on the night stand. A part of me wanted to let him know but the other part, my being a woman I guess, wanted to take a little peek. I instinctively looked behind me, making sure the Julien was still in the kitchen and bee-lined my way to the phone. I didn’t pick it up but just slightly tapped on the screen. A text message…

  “Darling, sorry I haven’t had a chance to talk to you, well I’ve been away but I had some business meetings that were just dreadful, you know how it is but I’m back now. See you in a bit. – hugs and kisses.”

  Hands shaking, breath caught in my throat, I scrolled back up frantically to see the name of the sender and when I did I felt the stab of a million sharp knives gut me.

  Wife.

  He was married. How the heck could he be married and make love to me last night, and this morning, begging me to stay with him, to be with him! How could I be so stupid?

  I backed away from the phone, clenching my stomach, falling to the ground while attempting to breathe. It was happening again. I had allowed myself to get played by yet another smooth talking sex symbol. I went against all of the warnings in my head and just followed along, hoping that I was making the right choice. I could feel the impending tears burning the rims of my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I had just met this man, he didn’t deserve one ounce of my tears. That rat bastard! He was no different than Adam… No he was far more deceptive than Adam… Adam hadn’t been able to make my body surrender to him; hadn’t made it so that the mere thought of his touch disarmed me with little effort. No… Adam was an amateur compared to Julien.

  I heard Julien’s footsteps growing near the bedroom as I lifted myself off the floor, wiping the tears that had fallen freely onto my face. I couldn’t let him see me this way, he wasn’t worth it. This was just a one night stand, nothing more. I got what I agreed to and now it was time to move on. Big girl panties Emily!

  “Are you alright? When you didn’t come back I thought…” he voice trailed out when he noticed my face, red eyes attempting to avoid his stare.

  “What’s the matter Mon amour?” he asked, stepping closer than I would have liked, a seemingly concerned look plastered on his face.

  I couldn’t stand being in the same room as him, breathing in the same air… while he pretended to care about me, pretended to want to be with me all the while knowing he was married. I needed to get away.

  “Nothing! Everything is just perfect! Ab-so-freaking-perfect!” I blurted out without thinking. I had wanted to stay calm and not give him the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt me but his look of concern, look of care, angered me to no end.

  “Have I done something to upset you?” he asked as he reached for my hand, completely taken aback while searching my face for answers.

  “Why don’t you just call up your wife and ask her!” I smirked, snatching my hand from him and grabbing his robe which lay across the plush love seat nearest the window and then darting to the other side of the room.

  He froze. His eyes were wide, mouth open and yet he didn’t say anything. Not a single word. I felt my heart break in half. I knew there wasn’t anything that he could say to make things better but the fact that he didn’t even try to say anything hurt me to the core. Flashes of what I had initially saw in his eyes at the bar the night before flooded my mind. This was my fault, I let him fool me. How could you be so stupid Emily?!

  “And to think, just a few hours ago you were begging me to be with you!” I wrapped myself in the robe, hating the fact that it smelled like him. I grabbed my panties and bra as I began to walk towards the door.

  “Have a nice life, Mr. Julien Belmont, a happy freaking life!” I muttered before storming off, slamming the bedroom door behind me.

  When I reached the top of the stairs, he yelled behind me, “Please let me explain Emily. It’s really not what it looks like,” he said now standing just a few feet away from me.

  I stop and turned my head to face him, “I have heard this before… ‘Let me explain’, ‘it’s not what it looks like or sounds like’, no more… No More!”

  “Just please give me a chance,” he pleaded, looking at me with what appeared to be pain in his eyes, the same eyes that I had ignored before, the same eyes that had thirsted for my body just a few hours ago.

  The tears I had tried so hard to hold at bay were now falling down, “Goodbye Julien,” I said as I hurried down the stairs and out of the door, cursing myself for letting him see me cry.

  JULIEN

  It had been at least five minutes since Emily had stormed out of the house and I was stuck standing there, starring at the stairs where she’d stood. I couldn’t understand what had happened. Once minute I was setting up the table for breakfast and the next she was out the door.

  When I realized she had found out about Charlette, I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to explain to her that my marriage to Charlette was one of mere convenience but instead I looked a fool, standing there as she grabbed her things. I knew that I had really messed up by not telling her about the marriage arrangement I had with Charlette but I didn’t think there was much to tell.

  The pain and hurt I saw in her eyes broke me to pieces; but why couldn’t she just give me a chance to explain? Surely if she had, she would understand that Charlette and I were only married on paper, just a formality so that our families would allow us to live the lives we wanted. Father was always shoving one wealthy woman after another toward me, telling me that it was in my best interest that I marry, and ensuring him that I would have an heir, a legacy to pass on. At the time, marriage and love was the furthest thing from my mind, and still is. So, when he introduced me to Charlette, I made her an offer which she gladly accepted.

  Charlette Delacroix inherited billions from her late father Armand, founder of Delacroix Vineyards. Her mother, Ella, wanted desperately for her daughter to marry someone that she deemed worthy of her, which was why she went to my father, asking if I would take her daughters hand.

  At first I detested the thought of being tied down to one woman, much less a woman that I hardly knew; but when I considered the benefits of not having my father worry himself sick about my lack of marital prospects, I decided that I would marry Charlette, but under my own terms.

  “I am sure that your mother has informed you of my father’s wishes,” I stated as I took my seat in my office chair after Charlette sat down across from my desk.

  “Yes she has, although I must admit that I was quite taken aback when she informed me that you had agreed. I know all too well about your reputation Mr. Belmont and marriage doesn’t suit you,” she said before gracefully standing to her feet and walking over to the bar.

  She was blunt and harsh but still managed to remain elegant, a quality I’m sure she had learned very well after taking on her father’s business. She was gorgeous in every way with long legs that seemed endless, her blond hair which danced as she moved and breasts that sat up at attention. I could have easily seen myself being with her, sexually of course, but nothing more.

  “Well, I may say that your ball busting reputation doesn’t quite scream marriage material as well,” I retorted, watching as she poured herself some brandy and made her way back to my desk.

  “So why agree Mr. Belmont?” she asked, eyeing me carefully.

  “I have a proposition for you,” I said as I rose to my feet, rounding the desk, and now standing in front of her.

  “Do tell…” she said as she sat back in her chair, starring up at me, clearly amused.

  She was cute, to say the least, but I was here for an important task. I cleared my throat and continued, “I can’t imagine that you would be in favor of getting married right now seeing as you’re just starting to run your father’s business and that takes nothing but complete dedication. I myself am also not looking to get married but my father and you
r mother won’t let up until we are hitched. So I propose that we marry, for their sakes, on paper but live our lives as we see fit thereafter,” I walked back over to my desk and sat down, waiting for any reaction she might have. When she didn’t say anything, I continued, “We’ll of course keep up appearances, going to social events together from time to time but aside from necessary gatherings, you would be free to do whatever you wish, as would I.”

  She swirled her drink in her hand, contemplating on all I had said. When she frowned, I thought for sure she would decline my proposal.

  “And if I meet someone I do wish to marry, what then?” she inquired, before taking a long, sensual pull on her drink.

  “If either one of us should want to marry, then we would simply get a divorce and move on,” I informed her.

  “Agreed.”

  It was a brilliant plan at the time and it had worked out perfectly for me since our parents were none the wiser. We would attend social events together and make a good show of flirting with each other and afterwards, we would retreat to our own lives. The only thing Charlette required of me was to keep my female companions discreet, which I have.

  It wasn’t, of course, without its flaws, as both Charlette and I had to make certain adjustments in our lives; mainly her. Charlette had been the ideal bride for the first few months, never bothersome, quite respectful of my privacy and stayed out of sight until six months into the marriage when I started dating Laura.

  Laura and I were far from serious. We met casually whenever I had free time and needed companionship. She was a sexy aspiring actress who I’d met through a mutual friend. She was submissive and followed the rules I had set for the arrangement without complaint, understanding that our relationship was strictly a physical one.