Adam’s POV I had to be the most fortunate bastard in the entire world.Here I was, cruising down one of the lanes of Paris, trying not to fucking explode in my pants or pass out from eagerness. And I was so fucking close to stepping on the brakes and swerving into any random sidewalk, and take her exactly how I yearned to. Patience Adam, My mind cautioned. I had waited this long for her, I could manage a few more minutes. I glanced at the woman sitting beside me. She was the epitome of pure perfection in the fucking flesh. She had her hair down her shoulders, beautiful auburn waves, layered around those round, feminine shoulders. It had taken a lot of self control to not yank that flimsy black dress she wore down and kiss their softness. I wanted to uncover it all. All of her. Every arch, every nook, every curve, every cranny. I had spent the past few days imagining that and mor

Eve's POV I was a mess. A shuddering mess. A soft moan slipped from my lips as I dropped my hips down to the bed, reeling from my orgasm.  Oh fuck that had been so good. And to think he hadn't even fucked me yet. My body hummed, sated with pleasure yet desiring more.  Damn I was being such a whore.  I tried opening my eyes, wondering where Golden was. I ought to ask him his name. It had taken everything in me not to scream his name as I came. My vision was blurry at first. I blinked a few times to see Golden stand in my line of sight, picking something on his shelf. It was a small weird device that had a knobby end and a slim one as well. I frowned as he approached me with it, his face Stony as always. However his eyes gleamed with excitement and it did naughty things to me.  I could feel my pussy throb. Could feel myself ache terribly, ne

Eve's POVI must have passed out at some point. I woke to the feel of Golden's fingers on my skin, stroking me softly. My body shuddered at the light trails on my skin. Somehow, He must have climbed into bed. I could feel his hands stroking my arms and back and then accompanied with his lips.   The lighting in the room had changed from red to a low bright white light. Somewhere on the ground around us were our clothes. On the walls were the sex toys and tools that made my face burn up. I blushed at the sight, memories of him touching me flitted back through my head.   "Mhmm," I purred, arching against his touch. My body felt sated. Satisfied. He growled when he realized I was awake and I chuckled.   "Hello Eve," he whispered, propping himself on his elbows before reaching for my jaw. He turned my face so I could look up at him. 

Tom’s POV France was a goddamn awesome country. I ran my hands through my hair, a satisfied grin on my face as I walked out of the hotel. She had been quite enjoyable. Madam Marie. She was the perfect belle in French. A huge bosom and quite the expensive taste. Not like I was complaining. I had enough to spare for her. Besides, money could be easily replaced. But my time in France could not. Pressing down a button on my car keys, the vehicle gave a loud beep telling me its location. I had left Marie in bed, satisfied as usual. I had met her the very first day we arrived in France for my business trip. She was the secretary of one of our French investors and she had batted her lashes, put those beloved tits to work and sucked me off in her boss’ bathroom.  And damn she was good at it. Just thinking about it made my cock twitch like I was some horny bastard. I almost turned on my heels

Adam’s POV Paris could be the city of love and shit, but it was damn right annoying when it came to its restaurants. There was always a ridiculously long queue in there waiting for shit to happen.  I had stepped out almost an hour ago to get us Breakfast. To get Eve breakfast. She had been asleep then. Her cute button nose moving as she let snuffles. I had held her in my arms all night and aside from a few movements here and there, she had almost remained perfectly still. My pet. I would have preferred to remain contentedly by her side if I hadn’t gotten a call. It had taken a lot of pain to leave her side to get and I really wouldn’t have if the call wasn’t important. It had been a call from one of my representatives in France. The business venture I had worked on, the major reason why I came to Paris, had gone through successfully. Fucking amazing. My work here was done