His Paris Affair (The Albury Affair
#3) Ruiz had enough of secrets and
lies from the woman he loves. But what will she do when dangerous secrets and
lies from his past invade their present?
Albury went to the Bahamas for one reason, to get back what was his as the
rightful heir of his father with rage and resentment that has been festering
for years. But once he gets there, he’s treated as part of a family, shown love
and care he’d only dreamed about and all his carefully laid plans are
forgotten. In fact, they are buried deep in his mind when he meets Melody
****Melody Sinclair thought she’d found one of the good ones. She loved Ruiz and
trusted him enough to make him a part of her life, only to have it shuttered when
she finds out his secret. Heart broken and distraught, she gets drunk and
decides to get over him by getting under someone else, only for it to turn out
to be the worst mistake of her life. Trapped, with nowhere to turn, Ruiz sweeps
in like a knight in shining armor ready to battle her dragon might not live
long enough to see that happen.
“Stop!” Melody yelled, lowering her
head to meet her raised hands to cover her ears. She couldn’t hear about what
they could have had and the ‘what ifs’. She’d tormented herself enough with
them and she couldn’t handle them coming from Ruiz. Either way it was pointless
because she was never leaving Antonio.
He yanked her hands away from her
ears and Melody raised her head meeting his gaze. “None of that matters anymore.
It’s over and done with and now we have nothing, absolutely nothing between us
“That’s where you are wrong,” he
growled his head swooping low to capture her lips in a searing kiss with his
Melody felt a bust of emotion fill
her at the contact, her body suddenly ravenous for one thing—Ruiz.
* * *
Ruiz had no idea what he was doing
but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. He’d watched her lips move
and they teased him like a fat kid in a candy store. He couldn’t hold himself
back any longer so he responded to his baser instincts and kissed her. It felt
like coming home, a drop of cool refreshing water on the tongue of a man lost
in the desert for weeks. He drank from her deeply not sure he’d ever be able to
willingly stop. God he’d missed her so much.
He felt her hands tag at his shirt
at his shoulders. He hadn’t even realized she’d completely unbuttoned it. His
belt was also done away with, his trousers hanging open at his hips. He
released his hold on her and helped her rid him of the shirt. Then he began
pulling her dress off in rushed jerky moves proof of his impatience to get to
her naked flesh. He wanted to feel her against him again, skin to skin. He
pushed his jeans down and kicked them off just as she pushed him back to sit on
his knees. She raised herself, ready to mount him, her impatience vibrating off
her shaking form when he held her still.
“Do I need to wear a condom?”
She shook her head. “No, you don’t.”
Ruiz smiled; if she only knew she’d
answered his question in more ways than one.
“Ruiz,” she began hesitantly, “it’s
been a while…”
If he wasn’t so hard up, he’d
dance a jig! That served as the confirmation he so desperately needed but also
provoked more questions.
He nodded. “We’ll go slow, gentle. I
want to savor this.”
She smiled at him, a real full-blown
Melody Sinclair smile that always turned his insides to mush. He raised her
above his straining erection. He almost lost it when he saw her drip over the
bead of cum at the tip of his shaft. She swallowed him up with a sigh, her body
shaking from the intrusion while Ruiz shook from his own first stroke of
pleasure. The hot and tight walls around him were like a punch in the chest.
After a year of celibacy, no one would blame him if he came right at that
moment, but he fought it. He wanted to stay inside her for as long as he could,
taking pleasure from her body. His hands moved up and down her back, to her
rounded hips. He wanted to touch her, to completely consume her. He wanted to
lay her on the ground and fuck her like a maniac, but he liked it better with
her above him, looking up at her, his face nestled between her large breasts.
They were larger than he remembered but he wasn’t complaining.
She began to ride him, slow and
hesitantly at first until he began to guide her with his hands on her hips and
she found a sure rhythm. She bounced on his shaft faster as he raised and
plunged her needing more, craving more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders
as she moaned and cried out landing harder on to him. He was sure if he didn’t
work out he’d have no muscle to cushion his thigh bones and they would have
broken in half by now at how forceful she rode him. He panted over her nipples,
lightly licking them and rubbing his face against, under and between them,
doing everything he knew that drove her crazy except suckle the tight buds. He
wanted to tease her, torment her into riding him harder.
He kneaded her thighs open as he
parted his own so that she could sink fully onto him, taking him completely
inside her. Her body shook again as if she was attached to a high voltage, her
hands tightening into fists in his hair as she rode him harder, chasing after
the ultimate high that was her orgasm. Sitting lower against him, her tight
nipples brushed against his chest as her breasts bounced and he knew the
sensation was what made her movements jerky and heavy. She was close, he could
feel it. Normally, this was where he would take over, but he didn’t. He held
onto her hips, helping her rid him as he watched the beads of sweat roll down
her creased face, dropping to her chest and roll between the valley of her
breasts. Her lips parted in desperate cries as her body began to shake. Then
finally she went rigid, her back bending backwards, her head thrown back as her
lips parted in a loud scream that vibrated in his chest. He loved watching her
reach her peek, knowing the moment his body had brought her as much pleasure as
her own did him. He loved watching the serenity settle on her face as she came
down from her high, and yet knowing it wouldn’t be there for much longer.
“My turn,” he whispered gruffly,
lowering her to the ground. He placed her feet on his shoulders and settled her
ass on his thighs, his hands on her hips, turning them in a position that was
bound to keep them in a white haze of pleasure for as long as he could hold it.
He rocked into her, slow at first
waking up her body. When her head began to toss from side to side, a soft moan
leaving her slightly parted lips, her eyes struggling to open and he knew it
was time to up the ante. He pressed his thumb on her swollen clit making her
scream, her eyes popping open. She struggled to push herself up onto her
elbows, her eyes riveted on where he disappeared inside her.
“Watch me Mel, watch as I go in and
out of you. Watch as I come home.”
She wrapped her hand around his
wrist, holding herself up, her eyes never leaving his glittering shaft, wet
with her cum.
“This belongs to me Melody, only me.
No other dick should call this home. This is mine all mine.”
She nodded, her hair falling over
her face. “Ruiz!”