3. Romance in Paris

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It was just past midnight. She looked over to see if she could spot Luke again, to confirm it was him, but he was nowhere to be found. Julie? Hello? Oh, yes.

Sorry. Just need to use the restroom. I'll be right back.

She stood up and moved towards the ladies' room. She couldn't see him. Did he leave without saying hello? She just wanted to cry.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Julie? Is that you? Luke! Hello.

How nice to run into you again. He hugged her and gave her a friendly kiss on both cheeks. She could feel her body ache for his touch, her stomach full of butterflies.

I don't want to disturb you on your date. Oh, it's not a date. Sebastian is a friend.

This man made her knees weak. She wanted him to stay. I was just leaving.

My friends have left, but I stayed when I saw you. Are you sure you won't mind the company? Luke had stayed when he spotted her.

The statement made her heartbeat. The two of them walked back to the bar. Sebastian looked surprised and a little upset to see Luke with her.

They introduced themselves and made some small talk. How do you know my Julie? My Julie? Why would he say it that way? I got to know her yesterday, and we had a very nice evening together.

Luke smiled at Julie with a flirtatious look. I have known Julie for several years, since she was an exchange student in New York, and she is beautiful inside and out. Sebastian smiled at her as well, clearly communicating his own desire for her.

Oh, help. She sat there between two sexy men, and both looked at her with distress. What a mess.

Luke stood up. I have to go. Nice to meet you both.

She wanted to say stay, but that would come out wrong. Luke put on his coat and headed to the entrance of the restaurant, and left. Julie didn't want him to leave.

She glanced apologetically at Sebastian. Sorry, Sebastian, but thanks for tonight. I have to go.

She didn't wait for an answer, grabbed her jacket and stepped out into the Paris night. And there he was. She was about to open her mouth to explain herself when he pulled her in for a long, hot kiss.

They stood like that, kissing, until his Uber arrived. He opened the door to look at her. Julie slid inside without a word, grabbing him for more kisses on the way.

He kissed her, deep and slow, even though she pressed against him and she clearly wanted more. Luke grinned at her as he unlocked the door to his flat, and his slow, deep kisses became more urgent and powerful. His hands were under her top, toying her hard nipples.

They were pulling clothes off each other, and she stopped to feel his hard chest and his erection through his suit pants. The buttons were undone, and his pants and boxes were on the floor just as he teared off her panties. He lifted her and pressed her against the wall and slid inside her.

Julie was hot and wet and so ready for him. He was clearly taking the lead, and he wasn't treating her like she was made of glass. Good.

She wanted him to lose himself in her. He watched her closely as she moaned, each thrust of his pressing her harder against the wall. Luke set her down gently, taking her hand and leading her into his bedroom.

It was a masculine room, strong like him. He laid on the bed and she straddled him in reverse cowgirl, his hands on her hips. This way, she could control exactly how much of him slid inside her.

She slowed the pace, wanting to draw out the pleasure of him inside her. Suddenly, he pushed her to a seating position, then slid out from underneath her. She moved to her hands and knees, feeling him admiring the view of her firm ass and pussy on display.

And then he was inside her again, filling her, faster now. One of his hands slid around her to massage her clit as he stroked inside her. He kept thrusting inside her, and she could tell from his breathing he was close as well.

Suddenly, his hands gripped her hips firmly and he was going hard. It felt incredible. After a quick visit to the bathroom, Julie snuggled close to Luke.

His breathing was steady. His chest warm. It felt perfect and cozy.

And before she knew, she'd fallen asleep. The sun woke her. She stretched and felt deliciously sore.

It all felt like a dream. But where was Luke? She looked over and saw only a red rose on the pillow.

Happy Valentine's Day, my dear Julie. Julie looked over and there he was, standing in the doorway in only his boxes, holding two espressos. Would you like some company? She took the tiny cup of strong coffee and smiled at him.

Yes, I want you back in this bed, and now it's my turn to decide what we do. He smiled, sliding into bed with her. I am all yours.