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‘It’s fine. I can always text them when I’m back safely,’ I replied.

You’ve got this, Zara.But all of a sudden, I had a nervous belly. I didn’t want to fuck this up – this could be it for me. I took a deep breath, led my Frenchman to the taxi, and stared into his seductive eyes all the way back to his glamorous apartment.

Chapter Thirteen

Henri strolled casually into his six-star hotel apartment. He spoke in Arabic to greet the workers as we entered and I felt unbelievably impressed by his multilingual tongue. I couldn’t wait to see what other talents Henri was hiding. The hotel was remarkably quiet, but there was a definite feeling of anticipation between my date and me as we waited on the lift to the penthouse. Henri brushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck tenderly. I could feel goosebumps travel down my left side as my eyes trundled back with pleasure. We entered the lift like randy teenagers, and as soon as the doors shut, Henri ambushed me.

‘Let me taste your lips, Zara.’ He leaned in and kissed me slowly. His lips were soft and full. I could feel my heart race, enjoying every second but craving more. I leaned into him, and the kissing became more passionate, his tongue caressing mine while he had one hand on my arse and the other stroking my face.

All too soon, the lift halted and the doors opened. We both jumped with surprise.

‘I hope this is somewhere a little more private?’ I smiled.

‘Oui.’ He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Henri grabbed my hand and we walked into an open space. The room was dark but as soon as it detected movement, golden shades of light warmed the apartment.

‘Wow.’ My eyes widened with the huge open-plan space and sea view. I quickly slipped off my high heels to avoid marking Henri’s plush white floor tiles; he held my hand and supported me as I did. ‘The view is phenomenal.’ My hands were stuck to my face in shock.

‘It certainly is, Zara.’ Henri was looking at me with utter desire.

Usually, that patter would be enough cheese to turn me off, but hearing it in his sexy European accent made Henri even more irresistible.

Henri kissed my hand before leading me to his white leather sofa, where we began snogging once more. It didn’t take long before his soft palms were skimming over my nipples. And I was looking into his warm eyes in complete awe.

‘You are sexier than a chocolat-covered strawberry, baby,’ he panted.

What a comparison, I thought. However, given the intense level of horniness and the obvious language barrier, I happily overlooked it. His hands continued moving down my dress, carefully unzipping it at the back. As he pushed it up from the bottom towards my waist, his eyes lit up.

‘Ahh, commando. Scottish girls don’t wear lingerie?’ he asked.

I shook my head sexily, not wanting to admit my earlier sandcastle disaster.

Henri began rubbing my clit with a firm, confident touch, my body twitching as I watched this handsome man tease me. I was wincing and could feel his fingers become saturated the more he played with me.

‘Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?’ I muttered, feeling ready to hit Christina’s legendary scream the more he continued.

‘Oui, oui.’

He stood up, removing all his clothes. I watched on, not believing how blessed I was to have this stunning, naked, famous man in front of me. Henri boldly held his long thick dick in his hand.

‘Do you want Henri’s baguette, Zara?’

I smiled, feeling slightly awkward at his phrasing yet again, but there was no denying it – I wanted it. The entire footlong. I nodded.

Henri moved his naked body on top of me, gently kissing my lips. I could feel his dick swelling between my legs and was praying he’d put it inside me soon. I reached down and tried to position it into place.

‘Henri’s not finished with you, baby,’ he groaned.

He was taking it slow, which made me crave him even more.

Henri moved lower and started to kiss my inner thighs.Halle-fucking-lujah!He’s a licker!I thought as he ran his tongue seductively around the rim of my vagina. I glanced down at his dark eyes between my legs, and he grinned on all fours, with his tongue buried deep down inside me. He didn’t seem to care about the obvious amount of stubble down there, if anything he was enjoying it.

‘Your pussy tastes as sweet as honey,’ he purred.

Fuck me, this guy is a serious foodie!I thought.

His tongue softly began going in and out of me, teasing my clit as it throbbed in his mouth. I could feel myself almost come from the torment alone when I heard a slightpingfrom the elevator and suddenly the doors burst open.

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