Chapter 15

Michael flashed a grin, then gently withdrew from her, causing her to hiss. He noticed a trace of blood on the condom and told her to wait a moment. He disposed of the condom and started running a bath, filling it with hot water and adding a splash of lavender oil.

He returned to find her still sprawled on the bed. He scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. He settled her into the tub, climbed in behind her, and pulled her back against his chest.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“You’re likely to be sore, and I want to minimize that as much as I can,” he explained, using a sponge to trickle water over her shoulders and down her body.

She was moved by his thoughtfulness and looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “You, Michael Whitlock, are one hell of a good man.”

He thanked her and adjusted her position so she could relax. The faint strains of music from his phone filled the room as they held hands and unwound.

Anelise was nearly asleep when Michael roused her, dried her off, and tucked her into bed. After plugging in their phones to charge, he switched off the lights and joined her in bed, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

Michael woke to the sensation of Anelise kissing his chest and stroking his morning arousal. “What are you up to, Ani?”

“Trying to convince you to have sex with me.” She smirked.

“You might still be sore… Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! You bought the biggest box of condoms you could find. Let’s see how long it lasts us!”

He grinned, kissed her, and reached for another condom. They didn’t emerge from the bedroom until nearly noon. They dressed, Anelise in a summer dress and Michael in shorts.

They had lunch at a charming Parisian café near their hotel, with a view of the Seine. They strolled hand in hand through the streets, snapping pictures of the city and taking selfies. They stumbled upon a toy store and picked out some toys for Ollie.

“I want to take you somewhere special,” he said, hailing a cab and whispering the destination to the driver. The driver shot them a knowing grin and set off.

Minutes later, the cab pulled up to a white storefront adorned with lights. Michael helped her out of the cab and she gazed at the sign in wonder.

“Agent Provocateur? You want to buy me lingerie?”

“I’d buy you the whole store if I could! But I thought a few pieces of lingerie would be fun to take back with us,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

She swallowed and followed him into the store. A stunning French woman approached and asked what they were looking for.

“I’m not picky,” Michael said with a grin. “Show us whatever you think she’d look good in and she likes.”

“Excellent!” she exclaimed. “Now, you’re a 36 D, yes?”

Anelise blushed. “Yes! How did you know?”

“It’s my job to know, darling!” she said, her accent ringing through. “Now, come with me, and I’ll find you some things that your lover will want to rip off, but do ~not~ let him!”

Anelise laughed and followed her into a private dressing room where they took her measurements and browsed through various pieces, choices, and styles.

She selected three pieces: a deep purple one to match the dress she wore that night, a light pink one to complement her porcelain skin, and a cobalt-blue piece for Michael to buy.

She also snuck in one more incredibly sexy black piece that she planned to surprise him with at some point. Because, why not? Anelise was really looking forward to wearing it and for him to take it off.

Forty-five minutes later, they left the store and continued exploring the city. They grabbed a snack and sat on the banks of the Seine, eating. Once they finished, he pulled her into his lap and nestled her against his chest.

Anelise had never felt this content in her life, and the moment he kissed her neck as they watched the people on the water, she knew she was in love with this man but couldn’t bring herself to say it.

She didn’t want to be that immature, clingy woman who couldn’t let go of the man who took her virginity. She decided that she was going to savor every moment they had in London so she would have memories to last a lifetime.

Michael was blissfully happy. The last time he had felt this happy was when he held Ollie for the first time after his birth. He felt complete, and he was experiencing that same feeling as they sat in the grass in silence.

He was certain that this summer would be the best he’d ever had and that he would use this as a benchmark for future comparisons. His time with Anelise made him believe it was okay to start dating again.

Kara had hurt him deeply with the way she ended things, and he didn’t want to rush into anything because he had Ollie to consider. He wouldn’t parade a string of women in front of Ollie, so he had to be selective.

This summer, Anelise made him realize how lonely he had been and how much he needed a partner and craved a connection, like the one he had with her.

However, he knew she had a bright future ahead of her and didn’t want her to limit her potential by being with a man his age and becoming a stepmom.

Michael loved her scent and played with her hair, drawing her intoxicating aroma closer to him, and he could feel himself becoming aroused again. He pushed her hair to the side and began kissing her neck.

“What are you doing, Michael?” Anelise asked with a sigh, relishing the feel of his lips on her skin.

“Just getting a taste.”

“Yeah, sure you are.” She giggled.

“You taste so fucking good!” he murmured.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel room?” Anelise asked, feeling a familiar tingle.

“Aren’t you sore?”

“No, someone does a very good job of getting me wet so it slides right in,” Anelise quipped with a smirk.

“Oh, you are naughty! I do know how to get you wet, don’t I? Would you like me to do that again?” he asked, nipping her shoulder lightly.

“Wouldn’t mind getting all wet again, would you? And maybe you could put that big cock of yours inside me,” she said, her voice bold and filled with desire.

Michael was taken aback by her audacity, but he was intrigued. “Oh, really? And where exactly do you want me to put it?”

She turned her head, nipping at his lower lip before whispering, “I want you to put it in my hot, wet pussy.”

Michael’s lips found hers, his body aching to lift her dress and take her right there. But he knew she wasn’t ready for that yet, and he certainly wasn’t ready to get arrested for public indecency.

He growled, pulling away from her, adjusting himself, and pulling her to her feet. He grabbed their bags and hailed a taxi, their lips locked together the entire ride back to their room.

Once inside, he tossed their bags aside and pulled her close. “Ani, I don’t know if I can always be gentle. You drive me fucking crazy and I want you so bad.”

Anelise’s breath hitched at his words, thrilled by the intensity of his desire for her.

“I don’t want you to hold back. I won’t break. If it’s too much, I’ll tell you. Be yourself, Michael. And if you want to try other positions, I’m game. Remember, I’m new to all this. I don’t know what options we have.”

“You’re too damn good,” he growled, capturing her lips once more before leading her to the bedroom.

Michael was desperate to have her. He quickly shed his shirt and pushed her onto the bed. He lifted her legs and slowly removed her thong, pushing her dress up to her waist. He tasted her, finding her already wet.

“I love how quickly you get wet,” he said.

“That’s because you’re so sexy,” she replied.

He grinned, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. He unbuttoned his shorts, pushing them and his underwear down just enough to kneel between her legs. “This is going to be fast and dirty.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, bending her legs and placing them on the bed to open herself to him.

Michael loved seeing her so ready for him. He leaned over her, pushing inside her, making her gasp.

“It feels so good,” she whispered. “I want the fast and dirty, Michael.”

He kissed her tenderly, pulling back before plunging into her again. It was hard and fast, just as he’d promised.

The sound of his skin slapping against hers turned him on even more. He could feel his climax approaching, but before he could warn her, Anelise grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper inside her.

“So good, Michael! Don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” she panted.

Michael increased his pace, intertwining his fingers with hers. They moved together, climaxing within seconds of each other. They lay panting, spent.

“For the record, I like fast and dirty,” Anelise managed to say.

Michael chuckled. “I’ll remember that.” He kissed her quickly before heading to the bathroom. When he returned, he sat next to her on the bed. “I made dinner reservations for seven. Is that okay?”

“As long as I can nap first, that sounds perfect,” she replied, making him smile.

An hour later, he was flipping through channels, trying to find the score of a baseball game. He was relaxed and content, a feeling he was starting to really enjoy.

Unable to find anything on American sports, he decided to shower and get ready for dinner. He’d found a great place near the Eiffel Tower. They were going to the top, and he couldn’t wait to see Anelise’s reaction to the view.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he found Anelise laying out a dress. He kissed her before she disappeared into the bathroom. He dressed in his favorite pants, shirt, and sport coat, then relaxed on the balcony, watching the city.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I had trouble with the curling iron,” Anelise said.

Michael turned to see her standing there in a black silk dress, her hair cascading down in big curls. He was speechless, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

“Are you okay?” Anelise asked, watching him stare at her.

“Anelise, you’re breathtaking,” he whispered.

She blushed. “Thanks. I thought this would be good for dinner... I found it when I was shopping for the dress for your dinner the other day…”

“You’re perfect,” he said, offering his arm. They left the room and headed for the elevator. “Michael, I just want to say thank you for the best weekend of my life. Nothing will ever compare to this!”

“But the weekend isn’t over yet,” he said.

She just looked at him and smiled. He kissed her forehead, and they stepped out into the Parisian night.