Paris
You are in the penthouse suite of the best hotel in Paris. You have a view of the city photographers would bleed for. And you are bored out of your mind. Adam is an hour late, meaning he is actually three hours late, but in Adam time it converts to one. He was supposed to be giving a magazine interview regarding his upcoming special, but for him to take this long you begin to wonder if he hasn't gone off with some French crumpet. You just had to let him loose without you on the city of love wearing those leather pants. Well, you have other things you could be doing too! You slip on a perfectly pressed, knee-length black skirt and a champagne colored satin and lace blouse. You put on your make-up with special care and check yourself in the mirror. You look flawless. Eat your heart out Mr. Klaus, thank you very much!
You exit the room and head down the hallway to the elevators. You enter one and as the doors start to close, you hear Adam's voice call "Wait Love!" You press the button two or three times hoping it will make the doors close faster. Adam comes jogging up just in time to see you glare at him before they slide completely shut. 'Good,' you smirk. If you know Adam at all, and you know him better than anyone, he is thinking two things right now: That you are furious with him for wasting your whole afternoon waiting for him and that you look stunning and you didn't dress that way for him. He's going to want to talk. Tough. He's going to have to catch you first and you have no intentions of making that easy on him.
As soon as the doors pop open on the main floor, you rush out of them. You check the floor indicator over the other lift and smile, second floor, nearly here. You move to the main glass door of the hotel and wait until you see Adam emerge from the elevator in your peripheral vision. Two cabs are lined up outside. You hop into the lead one tell him to drive away only once you make sure Adam has gotten outside and seen you get in. Adam jumps into the other cab. Perfect. You promise the driver a 100 franc tip if he can keep you in tailing distance of the pursuing cab without it looking like he's trying to.
He asks you where you want to go. You tell him to show you the sights for ten minutes or so and then take you to the Chateau de Versailles. He winds you through the streets giving you a little history on each of the famous sights you pass. You barely notice. You've taken out a compact and are playing with your hair as a cover. You angle the mirror to see if Adam's given up. He hasn't. You smile. You see the Chateau approaching and you ask your fare. The driver tells you. You hand him his fee and his tip. He pulls up outside the gate and you hop out just as Adam's cab rounds the corner.
You head briskly for the lush gardens and enter the tall hedges as you see Adam exit his cab. Now for the real fun. You jog ahead and disappear through three more tall hedgerows. You peek through the greenery and watch for Adam, trying to suppress a giggle.
You hear the crunch of gravel behind you and spin around, startled. A tall figure in extremely close proximity enters your vision. You gasp to scream and jump back. You lose your balance and begin to windmill. An arm slips behind your back, pinning you tightly. A hand covers your mouth before you can scream. Your frantic eyes look up into Adam's scowling face.
He definitely looks angry, not a look you've seen often. You shake your head and he removes his hand from your mouth and brings it to your shoulder. "Who were you going to meet here?" He says, mouth tight with tension.
"What?" That did it. "I made you chase me for what 20 minutes as payback for your being three hours late. THREE HOURS ADAM! For all I know you were out testing your magic wand on every tramp in the city. If you can't take as good as you give, then tough." His grip loosens slightly. He bows his head a bit and a huge grin spreads across his face. "What are you smiling about? We're fighting here!"
"I'm sorry. I was playing. I didn't mean to upset you. I know you weren't going to see anyone else."
"Oh you do? And why is that? Cause I couldn't find anyone else who'd take me?" He giggles and it makes you see red. "Bastard! Get off of me!" You push him away and glare at him. "I'm going straight to the airport and I'm going home." You storm away a few steps then feel a tug on your arm.
"Love, you are overreacting."
"Let me go!" He pulls you against his body and enfolds you in his arms. You slap at his chest, starting to cry. Damn him. Why does he always have to play with you like that? And fool that you are, you love him anyway.
Any trace of a smile is gone now, his face a mask of concern, and regret. He walks you backward toward a large stone bench. You continue to struggle and just as you reach the edge, you finally knock him off his balance. He teeters forward, pushing you back. You both crash to the bench, Adam on top of you. You've landed in an un-ladylike sprawl. You look up into his eyes and he presses his lips to yours. His mouth is soft, warm and soothing, his tongue stroking your lips until you open and allow him in.
His hand brushes through your hair, comforting. He trails his kiss across your cheek, whispering in your ear. "I went too far this time. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."
He wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses you again.
Adam's hand trails down your blouse, caressing your breasts through the fabric then undoing the buttons to free your sensitized skin to his touch. His palm is warm and it feels so incredibly good as it strokes and circles. Adam twists his hips a little to force your legs open even wider. He takes his hand from your chest and slides it down you body until he reaches the hem of your skirt, then he lets it travel back up, taking your skirt with it.
Your breath catches and you begin to tremble. No one has ever gotten to you like Adam Klaus. You want to spill his blood one minute, the next, he's kissing you madly, his touch turning you to Jello. You bring your hand to his shirtfront and unfasten him. You spread his shirt apart and he presses to you, flesh to flesh.
He bunches your skirt up around your hips. His fingers rub your inner thigh then slip to the material of your underwear, massaging your center until you are moaning against his mouth. He stops his ministrations only long enough to undo his fly and free his erection. Soon his hand is on you again, moving aside the thin material between you. He pushes his way home and you wrap your legs around him, using your heels to push the leather down until you feel his bare backside against your legs. He rocks you until you shake with the final waves of climax, bringing him over the edge with you.
When you come down, you are panting in each others arms. He smoothes your damp hair and kisses you. "Things would be a lot better if you apologized like that more often."
Adam smiles lopsidedly, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your throat. "You'll have to remind me of that." It is practically a purr against your neck, chills run over your skin.
"I'll do that. Goodness knows you give me enough chances." You straighten your clothes in an effort to look presentable as you stroll out of the gardens on Adam's arm. He's promised you a night on the town that you'll never forget, and this time, you aren't letting him out of your sight.
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