Authors: Callie Harper
“Paris,” I said,
without thinking it through first. I did some of my best thinking
without thinking at all.
“What?”
“I want to take you
to Paris,” I repeated. The cobblestone streets and gas lamps, the
tiny bistros and chocolatiers and cafes. The city of romance, with a
million shadowy, hidden spots where we could tuck ourselves away.
“Have you ever been?”
“No, I’ve never
been to Europe. We have family in Russia and my parents have talked a
lot about heading there one day, but it’s a really expensive trip.”
“We can go to Russia
next.”
“Next?” Now she
looked confused, and she was right. There wouldn’t be a next. So,
I’d focus on the now.
“So, Paris. What do
you say?”
“Don’t you have a
show on New Year’s Eve in Vegas? Paris isn’t on our PR
itinerary.”
“Plenty of time,” I
assured her. “We can fly there red-eye on the 26th. That’ll give
us four days before we have to fly back.”
A smile snuck across
her lovely face, her eyes lighting up. “Really? Paris?”
“Paris.”
“I mean, Paris!”
“You’ll love it.”
“Let’s go!”
My phone rang, breaking
the moment. Lola. She always flipped out if I didn’t pick up, and
she usually made it quick. “Sorry, I should take this.” I turned
away from Ana as Lola shouted into my ear, thrilled. My biggest
sponsor had re-entered the fray, agreeing once again to back my show
in Vegas.
“This girl is
priceless!” Lola yelled into my ear. I had to agree, though
probably not for the same reasons. “I can’t wait for her to dump
you! That’s going to shoot you over the moon.”
“Yeah.”
Significantly less enthusiasm from me about that future development.
I ended the call and we
ended our meal, but I wasn’t ready for the night to end yet.
Thankfully, Ana didn’t seem ready, either. We stood together in
entrance of the restaurant, neither of us taking the plunge into the
frigid December evening air.
“So what’s this
about your roommate’s show tonight?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m not sure
about that.” She shook her head. “She does performance art? Or
live installations? I’m not exactly sure what to call them.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
She looked at me with a
mixture of amusement and trepidation. “The last show, Liv had this
huge cut of beef on a table. She slowly cut it, paper thin, then
stitched the pieces together into a shirt.”
I nodded. OK, then.
“And she was naked.”
“Let’s go see what
she has planned for tonight!”
Ana shook her head with
a light laugh, wrapping her scarf around her neck. She pulled her
chestnut hair out so it fell in loose waves. I could picture it
fanned out on a pillow as she lay on my bed. Down, boy.
This woman had me so
worked up. I’d had my dick in my hands more in the past week than I
had over the past year. I was always a horny bastard, but I usually
just turned to whatever wet, willing pussy was right next to me. But
this time, only Ana would do. But she was the one I’d legally bound
myself to not have. How was that for a great joke?
“Are you sure you
want to go?” Ana asked. “I mean, I kind of have to go, because
Liv’s my roommate. But you don’t have to.” She looked up at me
as if she truly couldn’t believe I was sincere. I had to agree. A
week ago I would not have been going to an art student’s live
performance show in Brooklyn. But now, I couldn’t think of anywhere
I’d rather be. It was with Ana.
“Absolutely.” I
linked my arm through hers and we set out into the streets. The Pratt
Institute was only a couple of blocks away, and her roommate had
reserved an underground space next to it until midnight. I couldn’t
remember the last time I’d just walked around city streets
incognito, but it seemed like we hadn’t been spotted. It could have
something to do with not being at a VIP club or a celebrity-studded
after-party or all the other places I usually went with other famous
musicians and models and actors. Guess I had been living in a bit of
a bubble.
I was out of it now. We
pulled open a graffiti-strewn metal door, the kind that seemed like
it should be sealing off a walk-in freezer. Down a narrow stairwell,
we descended into a dimly lit maze of hallways perfectly suited to a
horror movie. The only sounds were an ominously loud drip from a
leaky pipe and a buzz from a malfunctioning light bulb.
“Are you sure this is
the right place?” I had to ask.
“It’s where she did
it last time,” Ana confirmed. “She said she wants viewers to feel
unsettled.”
“Job well done,” I
commended her. Ana led us down to an unmarked door and opened it.
Inside, the room was
brightly lit, the walls stark white. The only furnishing was a table.
On it, her roommate, Liv, sat buck naked. Directly behind her on the
wall, spraypainted in black, were the words “DON’T LOOK AT ME.”
Liv sat there glaring at us.
A few other people
stood near us in what I guessed was the viewing area. So we all could
not look at her?
“OK.” Ana exhaled,
holding my hand.
“I’m confused,” I
murmured to her. She nodded in agreement. “Do we talk to her?”
“No, I don’t think
we’re supposed to,” she whispered.
“Are we supposed to
look at her?” Ana shrugged, and I could tell she was suppressing a
nervous laugh. “Do you get what she’s doing?”
She leaned in close to
me, her hand on my chest. I liked the feel of it there, light yet
warm.
She whispered in my
ear, “I have no clue.” Now I had to suppress a laugh. “I know
she wants people to come here and see this so let me just give her a
little shout out and then we can go.” Before I knew was she was
doing, she held out her camera, snapped a quick photo of her roommate
and then pressed the infamous button “post.”
“Did you just post
that photo online?” I asked, too late.
“Yes, why?”
“Where?”
“Just Facebook. It’s
not like I have that many friends.” She apologized, sensing my
alarm.
“And you probably
haven’t disabled the GPS in your camera phone.”
“Disabled the GPS?”
I rested my head in my
hands. The clock was now ticking. I wondered how long it would take
for us to get tracked down. “Maybe I shouldn’t have posted the
photo?” She sounded worried, looking at me guilty and concerned.
It wasn’t her fault.
She wasn’t used to having millions of people follow her
whereabouts. Getting used to that kind of a spotlight didn’t
exactly happen overnight.
“Well, we might as
well make the most of it. They know we’re here now. Let’s get Liv
some press.” I smiled at Ana, put an arm around her shoulders and
turned my phone on for a selfie. In the camera screen, the words
“DON’T LOOK AT ME!” shouted out loudly from the background.
Click. I wrote a quick
note: ‘Amazing art exhibit!’ Post. That sealed the deal. Then I
grabbed Ana’s hand. “Let’s get out of here before they find
us.”
Swiftly, we headed back
down the dark corridor, but not quick enough. I heard the clatter of
boots coming down the stairs, the chatter of voices, “Down here!
They’re down here!” That didn’t take long. They must have been
staking out Ana’s apartment, waiting in the neighborhood for us to
surface.
“This way.”
Adrenaline pumping through me, I pulled Ana down the other direction,
our feet quicker now, taking us down a long corridor. I tried a door,
locked. Then another one, open.
Pulling her in with me,
I shut the door quick, locked it and flicked on the dim light. We’d
found a supply closet with shelves of paper towels and trash bags.
Breathing heavy, we
stood together. I pressed a finger to her lips and we both waited,
silent, wondering if we’d been discovered. A moment passed, then
another. Sweet privacy. Just me, a bunch of cleaning supplies, and a
delicious, curvy woman whose sighs and moans I couldn’t stop
thinking about.
I leaned down, pressing
my forehead to hers.
“Do you think we
escaped?” she whispered, her hands to my hard-breathing chest.
“I think we’d
better stay here a little longer to make sure.” My hand underneath
her chin, I tilted her head up. Her lips were so soft and welcoming,
I nearly lost myself in just kissing her, so sweet and delicious and
inviting. Then she brought her hand up to my hair, threading her
fingers through it and I heard a soft, needy moan in the back of her
throat. She felt it, too, this pull between us, this fierce need.
Pressing against her, I
backed her up against the wall. My hand behind her head, I held her
as I kissed her with feverish urgency. My hips against hers, I ground
into her, a hand down to her ass. I cupped her, pushing her against
me. She gasped, winding a leg around mine.
“I want to sink into
you,” I growled, a hand now at her waistband.
“Ash!” She cried
out, her hand at my hip, pulling me toward her. And then that sweet,
little librarian went and bit my lower lip. She gave it a nice, firm
bite, letting me know exactly how much she wanted me.
“I want to fuck you,
Ana,” I groaned, grinding into her. “I want to fuck you right
here up against this wall.”
“Oh, yes!” She was
panting now, pulling at my clothes, unzipping my jacket and trying to
rip it off of me. I had her jeans unbuttoned and down her hips so
fast I might have set a new record. She wore pretty little panties,
all lace and not much to them, but now wasn’t the time to savor and
admire. Now was the time to rip them to the side and plunge my finger
up inside of her hot, wet pussy.
I groaned as I felt her
desire, how slick she already was for me, how much she needed me,
just like I did her. So ready for me, so desperate, shoved up against
the wall for the taking.
“Do you want it,
Ana?” I wanted to hear it from her, wanted to hear this good girl
go bad, tell me exactly what she needed. I thrust my long finger up
inside her slick folds, stroking her, pressing down on her sensitive
clit.
“Ash!” She grabbed
onto my shoulders, clawed at my back, sank her mouth onto my throat,
licking and kissing and sucking me.
“Do you want me to
fuck you, Ana? Right here, up against the wall?”
“Ash, yes,” she
panted, nearly crazy for it, shoving her pussy against my hand,
mewling as I thrust my finger in again.
“I want to fuck you
hard, Ana. Can you take it hard?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck me hard, Ash.
Please.” She panted so needy, I wondered if I could make her come
right then, with just my finger and dirty talk. She liked it. I
wondered if anyone had ever talked like that to her before. A surge
of jealousy ripped through me. I didn’t want anyone to talk like
that to her, not in the past, not in the future. Ana was mine.
I focused on her clit,
slick and swollen and needy, circling and pressing, pushing down on
it, stroking her folds. She thrust against me, wanton, her leg hooked
around mine, her head now thrown back, her lips parted.
“I’m big, Ana,” I
said, pushing my thick, hard shaft against her hip so she could feel
my length. “Are you going to take my whole cock inside of you?” I
leaned down and sucked on her earlobe, finger-fucking her hard just
the way I wanted to do with my cock. She shuddered, her fingers
biting into my muscular biceps. “Are you going to come just
thinking about it?”
“Yes!” she screamed
out and did just that, losing herself, shuddering and coming on my
finger, calling out and bucking against me.
“That’s it, Ana.
Show me how much you need this.” I pulled up her shirt, ripped down
her bra cup and seized her breast in my mouth. With a long, hard suck
I took her nipple into my mouth, pushing up against her clit, milking
one long, last shudder and scream from her as she fully climaxed.
“You need this,
baby,” I murmured to her as I unbuttoned my jeans. “You need my
cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“What’s that over
there?”
Shit, voices were out
in the hallway, followed by footsteps coming closer. I flicked the
light switch down. They’d probably already seen the dim
illumination under the door, but there was a chance they hadn’t. We
stayed silent, panting in the darkness, listening to them shuffle
around the hallway.
It all came back to me.
The cameras following our every move. The PR ruse we were supposed to
be playacting. The no sex clause I’d signed. Reality rushed at me,
heaping all around my feet like pig slop. Damn it.
“We can’t do this,
Ash,” Ana whispered, quiet as a mouse, but I could still hear her.
Shit. She’d remembered, too. Reality, how it sucked.
“I know, I just…”
Want you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted in my entire life? Can’t
stop thinking about you and won’t rest until I’ve completely
consumed you? I didn’t know how to explain it to myself, let alone
to Ana as we stood hiding in a dark closet. So I did what I could,
finding her mouth and taking it with mine, plunging my tongue into
her, exploring, tasting. She met my kiss with fervor, passion, her
hands on my chest again, exploring and caressing. I hadn’t even
felt her hands on my skin yet. I’d always worn clothes with her,
but I wanted to strip us both down completely bare to each other’s
heat.
“We can’t.” She
stopped me.
Well, fuck. Maybe this
wasn’t the right time to tear up that no-sex clause in our
contract. But I could think of something else that was perfect to do
in a dark closet. I’d had a great meal, but nothing yet for
dessert.
Softly, in her ear, I
murmured, “I want to taste you.”
She sighed in response,
melting into me, her hand fisting in my hair. But she said, “No,
Ash, they’re right outside the door.”
“But I can’t stop
thinking about how sweet you taste.” I licked her neck, long and
slow. Even in the darkness, I could tell she bit down on her lip,
working hard to keep quiet. We couldn’t be discovered. I liked
making her struggle, exactly like that.