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  “I will never get enough of you!”

  “What did you say?” she questioned breathlessly.

  Not realizing I had actually said those words out loud, I avoided her eyes as I answered, “I said... I said… I can't get enough of you, bébé.” Shaking my head to myself, I turned off the water and took her hand as I led her out of the shower. Drying her off, I caressed every inch of her body with a soft, plush towel. Without much thought, I quickly dried myself and wrapped a towel around my waist. I scooped her into my arms and carried her back into the bedroom, setting her in the hot pink chair. After slipping on my pants, I walked into her closet where I grabbed a silk dressing gown I saw earlier. She stood as I approached her and I slipped the robe around her. As I tied its belt, I tilted her head back and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Picking her up again, I walked toward the kitchen.

  “Are you going to let me walk today?” Melissa asked with a big smile on her perfect face.

  “I haven’t decided yet, but I do know I plan on keeping my hands on you all day, I hope you don't mind.”

  Her pretty blue eyes lit up, “Not at all. Whatever plans I might have had have suddenly vanished.”

  “Then it's settled. It's you and me and the weekend.”

  “Mmmmm. I'd like that.”

  I chuckled and gave her a wink as I set her down, “Good. Since we've worked off the fruit, let's get some coffee and some breakfast. I'm starving.”

  She nodded and giggled then set about pulling out items for me to use to make thin crepe-like pancakes while I made a fresh pot of French press. As the aroma of deep roasted coffee filled the air, I whipped up the batter from memory and suddenly wished all of the fruit wasn't all over her bed. Fruit crepes would have been a perfect breakfast, but what we did with that fruit was quite delectable, too.

  I set our breakfast on the center island and motioned for her to take the stool next to me. I added some jam and a small spoon full of crème fraîche to the edge of our plates. As I began to spread them over the crepes, I knew there were so many questions I wanted to ask her. I had to ask her. I wanted to know her. But I knew what I would ask first.

  Taking a sip of the steaming hot coffee, I worked out how to ask her about this place that reflected so little of her. I decided to start with the obvious. “I noticed you don't have a Christmas tree. Do you decorate last minute?”

  “No,” Melissa put down her fork and turned her head from me. “I don't have a tree. No last minute decorating.” She stopped and stared down into her coffee. “Because I'm alone, I don't usually get a tree. There' no point really.” With great control, she lifted her cup to her lips and took a sip of her coffee.

  “You should have a tree. I saw the look on your face as you looked at the trees in the holiday windows.”

  Her cup rattled softly as she lowered it back down to the island and turned to look at me.

  “I don't have decorations.” I see her eyes filled with tears.

  “Oh my bébé, what's wrong?”

  “I haven't had Christmas or a tree in six years. My parents died the day after Christmas seven years ago.” She sounded angry as she said this but the tears that silently streamed down her face told another story.

  I felt my heart breaking. “I'm so sorry,” I murmured taking Melissa into my arms. “Now I understand why you aren't excited about the holiday. Oh ma cherie, if you would let me, I would love to make it good for you again.”

  Pulling back, she looked up at me, her eyes so full of worry, “That's very nice of you, but…” She tried to pull away, but I held on to her, squeezing her a little tighter.

  “No ‘buts.’ Let's have a tree delivered today and go shopping for new decorations. It’s time for a fresh start, bébé.”

  WE FINALLY MADE our way out of my apartment. It was a cool, crisp, beautiful sunny day; blue skies, no clouds in sight. We headed over to Evan's apartment to pack a weekend bag for him. I still could not believe this gorgeous man wanted to be with me. I knew it was just a weekend fling, but I never had weekend flings. Right now all I could think was, who cares! This one! This man! Ooh la la. I wouldn't trade our time together for all the champagne in Paris!

  “Let's walk bébé. I only live a few blocks from your apartment.”

  “We're practically neighbors?” I asked in a higher than normal tone and Evan laughed.

  “Yes, close enough to walk. I've been past your building on many occasions. I like to jog in the park, and your building is on the way. That's how I knew where you lived. I saw you one day coming out of your building and heard you speaking with your doorman.”

  “I didn't even know you knew of me,” shaking my head, puzzled by his words.

  “I've seen you at several photo shoots for McDimel-Sanders.”

  “You noticed me?” I asked in a surprised tone.

  Evan stopped walking, turned us face to face, cupped my face with his strong yet gentle hands and tilted my face, so I am looking straight up into his intense blue eyes. “Bébé, you are gorgeous. How could I possibly not notice you?” He placed a tender kiss on my lips before taking my hand and hurrying us down the block towards his apartment building.

  As we approached his building, his doorman stepped up to greet him as he reached for the door and let us into the lobby. The apartment building was very modern, totally opposite of the architecture of my building. We rode the elevator to the top floor. As we stepped out, I saw two doors and realized that half of the top floor was his. As I entered the open space, I was overwhelmed by breathtaking views of the Hudson River in the distance through floor to ceiling glass. The furnishings, like the building, were very modern. Like my place, there were no family photos on display anywhere. Unlike my place, it was decorated for Christmas. Pale blue poinsettias were set around the base of a Christmas tree that was covered in icy blue ornaments and silver garland.

  “Your place couldn’t be more different from mine.”

  “My parents purchased this apartment as their city getaway. There are two master bedrooms. I have one, and my parents have the other, and there are two standard size guest rooms for my sisters. My parents have a very traditional home upstate complete with the family portrait and knickknacks. They wanted this apartment to feel like a hotel with some comforts of home. My dad always insisted that my mom accompany him when he has to come into the city for meetings with his business partners. Although, in the last few years they haven’t spent much time here.”

  “What kind of business is your father in? Is he a hot older model like you?” I asked as I grinned and winked at him.

  “No.” Evan laughed. “He’s involved in property development. In fact, my father has taken my modeling earnings and invested them in various proprieties over the years and enhanced my lifestyle immensely.”

  Not interested in speaking about money, I changed the subject. “You said you have sisters, how many?”

  “Two. The older one is married with two children. Her husband is also in property development and sales. My younger sister finished college two years ago. She has successfully launched a line of designer handbags and recently opened her own showroom in the city. She lived here for awhile, but she has a man in her life now and has moved in with him. So, it’s mainly me that uses the apartment. Come on, I'll give you a little tour.”

  Taking hold of my hand, Evan showed me around the apartment. The furniture throughout was ultra modern, straight-lined and sleek in monotone shades of blue and grey with a few pops of colour in decorative accents. Finally, he took me into his bedroom. He had a wonderful view from his room. The room did not really feel like him except for a few masculine vintage grooming items, including a cuff link collection.

  “This room doesn't really strike me as your style.”

  “My mother had a designer do the whole apartment. It's just a place for me to sleep. I travel a lot. My parents or sisters usually show up when I'm gone.”

  “Hopefully they don't pop in and surprise you when you are entertaining a wo
man.”

  “Melissa, you're the first woman I have ever had here,” he retorted abruptly.

  “I shouldn't have said that. It's none of my business. It just flew out of my mouth. I'm sorry,” I apologized quickly, and he turned me to look into his blue eyes.

  “I'm serious. You are the only woman I've brought here. I didn’t want the others thinking there would be anything more between us than a little fun. I’m not a relationship guy. Anyway, I simply don’t have time. A big majority of my time is spent in hotel rooms and airports. My travel schedule is crazy.”

  I didn't like to think of him with other women. I knew he'd been with several as his face appeared regularly on TMZ. And I also knew he didn't stay with his women for long according to the tabloids. I knew our time together was limited to this weekend, but for these couple of days together, I wanted him to be mine.

  Evan’s phone started ringing and he ignored it. When it signaled a voicemail had been left he looked down at his phone then over at me, “Bébé, I need to make a few phone calls. You want to relax in here a bit?”

  Lying back on his bed. “No problem, I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I said with a mischievous smile on my face.

  He walked over and gave me a seductive kiss that made my heart skip a beat, “Don’t expect much sleep the rest of the weekend.” he said as he walked out of the room. I giggled as I watched him leave the room.

  I must’ve been more tired than I thought. One minute I was lying on my stomach looking out the window, and the next minute I woke up under the covers. Evan must have placed me between his silky midnight blue sheets. Still sleepy but uncomfortable, I took my clothes off, tossed them on the floor and fell back to sleep, hugging one of his pillows. It smelled like Evan; a mixture of citrus, sandalwood and nutmeg. Miam Miam…Yummy!

  Evan…

  AFTER I WRAPPED up my phone calls, I returned to my bedroom and stopped abruptly as I noticed all of Melissa's clothes on the floor.

  Quickly I removed my clothes, pulled up the covers and her gorgeous ass was the first thing I saw. And I couldn't help but nip one of her delightful, round, firm, cheeks. She wiggled a little making me grow even harder. With Melissa lying on her stomach, I nudged her legs apart, fitting myself between them. Reaching up, I grabbed a couple of pillows, gently lifting her hips, putting her body at the perfect angle. As I slowly slid into Melissa, I heard her whimper as she moved her tight ass higher in the air.

  I moved in and out at a slow pace, continuously licking and nipping at her back, shoulders and neck. Turning her head sideways, I captured her lips slowly licking and nipping at them.

  “Oh Evan. That feels incroyable. I've never felt anything like this. Oooooh mon dieu.” she whispered against my lips.

  “I love making you feel good, bébé,” I whispered back, capturing her mouth, devouring her with kisses.

  The intensity was too much. I knew I wasn't not going last much longer. Breaking our kiss, I pulled out of her. Melissa protested with a low whimpering, “Nooooo.”

  Holding tight to her waist I pushed back inside her with short, shallow strokes of my shaft. Hitting that special spot as I moved in and out of her. She was breathing harder. She was panting words I could not make out. I wasn't sure if they are in English or French. She tried to push back into me, wanting more and she whispered “pleeeease” through her gasps. Still gripping her waist I filled her and heard, “oui oui oui, monsieur.” I continued the deep plunge, speeding up my movement and she cried out, “oh mon dieu.” I could feel Melissa's pussy start to spasm, tightening around my cock and I joined her, coming inside of her, chanting her name.

  I let myself fall over her body. As I began to catch my breath, a thought formed around the edges of my spent mind and body. All at once I pulled up with a start. I felt Melissa tense at the same time as we both realized I have forgotten to wear a condom.

  “Shit, shit, shit!” I said as I heard Melissa shout in French.

  “Merde! Evan! I'm not on the pill!” She yelled pushing me off of her. As she rushed to the bathroom, I heard her muttering in French under her breath.

  By the time she came out of the bathroom, I'd already put my pants on, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. Reaching out, I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto my lap.

  I could see the colour had drained from her face, and tear-stained streaks were visible on her cheeks.

  “Bébé. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stay in you for more than a couple of strokes, but you felt so good and your moans clouded my mind. I know that’s no excuse. Oh, Melissa...I'm so sorry.” I held her tightly, gently caressing her hair.

  “I can't believe we were so careless,” she said softly as tears ran down her face.

  Wiping her tears, I pressed my lips to her cheek, “Bébé, I had a physical a month ago, and I haven't been with anyone since, and I've never had sex without protection. So many firsts with you, ma cherie...”

  Turning her head, Melissa's worried eyes looked into mine. “A baby, Evan. I'm more worried about being pregnant.”

  Her eyes had turned an unusual shade of muted blue as if worry and doubt have pulled a veil across them. They held mine, unwavering, filled with questions. A large lump formed in my throat as I told her, “Whatever happens, we will deal with this together.”

  Melissa lowered her head, bringing her hands to her face, shaking her head, “Together? Together?” and almost inaudible she whispered, “We're not even together.” More tears slid down her beautiful face.

  I could feel my heart breaking seeing her so upset; hearing those whispered words. I lifted her head, and I kissed her forehead, trying to reassure her, “Bébé, it's going to be alright. I'll be thrilled to have a little one like you running around.” And as these words left my mouth I realized the thought of having children with Melissa was not all that scary.

  “You say that now...”

  Before she can say another word, I silenced her with a finger to her lush lips. “I won’t abandon you, Melissa. We’ll handle this together.” My voice was steady and surprisingly strong as I said that. I knew what I had just spoken was the truth. I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her, hoping my kisses would reassure her. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck, deepening our kiss. I wanted to take her again, but I knew that this was not the right time, so I made a small joke to relieve some of the tension that had come between us, “As much as I would rather keep you naked, I don't want anyone to see you naked in the restaurant. Shall we get something to eat, bébé?”

  Lifting Melissa off my lap, I set her on the bed, and gave her another kiss before gathering our clothes from the floor. As I finished dressing, I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I watched her face for signs that I hoped would tell me she believed me. My God, I have never wanted anything more in my life. My life with her. A life, any life... with her.

  With my overnight bag in one hand and my arm around her, we headed out. Stopping at the front desk, I had my bag delivered to Melissa's apartment building before we stepped out onto the chaotic, busy sidewalk and headed towards Charles and the car.

  Melissa…

  THE DRIVE TO lunch was quiet. Evan held me close at his side, and I snuggled into him with my head on his shoulder. He smelled so good.

  “Are you sniffing me?” he asked. I laughed but didn't reply, and he kissed the top of my head sniffing me back and I smiled. “I love the way you smell... like jasmine flowers,” he whispered in my hair and my heart skipped a beat.

  If only I could reverse the last hour we spent entwined together, this would be a perfect afternoon. As if he could read mind, he softly told me, “This is what I call a perfect day, spending time with you.” He was partially right, being together did feel perfect. Realizing there was nothing to do at this point and truthfully there could be nothing to worry about, I decided to push my weary thoughts to the back of my mind and put on a smile. Turning in the seat, I placed a quick, soft kiss on his gorgeous mouth and rec
eived a big grin in return, “Mmmm, I like that, bébé.”

  Arriving at the restaurant, Evan guided me to an intimate corner table. From across the table I smiled as I looked into those dreamy blue eyes. He reached for my hand, brought it up to his lips then slid them lightly across the inside of my wrist. That move made me tingle and melt inside. “You look beautiful,” he said then adding, “You look better than anything on the menu.”

  With a raised eyebrow, I innocently replied, “Well, you can’t eat me.”

  At that remark, he gave me a wicked grin, and I laughed as he suggested, “Let’s order, I’m starving.”

  Looking at the menu I mused, “It all sounds delicious. I want to try one of everything.”

  After a few minutes of his own intent study of the menu, Evan insisted we share a few of the dishes then signaled the waiter to our table. He ordered humus and tabouli with pita bread, lamb kebab over a bed of rice, a cucumber salad and a bottle of Greek red wine.

  While enjoying our delicious array of Mediterranean food, the tension between us eased and the conversation began to flow. We laughed and talked about a wide variety of topics including questioning each other about our childhoods and our families.