His dominant streak

EMILY

I wanted to leave Paris and I told Alexandro.

“Why?” He asked, pulling me by the waist.

He had become touchy lately, spending the day around me and the nights inside me. He now had a small office inside my room and I found it sexy watching him work. The seriousness with which he read his papers and how sexy French sounded on his tongue.

Because I think he was under the influence of the City of Love. That was my answer to his question but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Ever since that night, we had not revisited our contract discussion, whether he would let me go or not. I wouldn’t win if I brought it up in Paris so I decided to not mention it again.

“I still have some things to do here, it’s taking more time than I thought it would.” He murmured against my skin, he nipped my cheek with his teeth and licked it with his tongue.

“I can leave without you.” I proposed.

“NO.” That tone left no room for argument or further discussion but that was then. I was no longer afraid of Alexa