Page 22 of One Weekend in Paris

Her parents had accepted their relationship as easily as her brother had, and not for the first time Nyssa was so grateful to have the wonderful family she did. She enjoyed every moment of their company, but eventually they said their goodbyes. Her family was flying back home that evening, while Nyssa and John would depart the French capital the following morning. While she was glad to have a final evening in one of her favorite cities in the world, she wished she could have a little more time with her loved ones.

After farewelling them with hugs and kisses so they could pack and head to the airport, Nyssa and John went back to theirsuite. A lot of stores were closed on Sunday afternoons in Paris, although tourist areas would remain open, so given the cold weather they opted to stay indoors.

It didn’t take much coaxing from John for Nyssa to remove her clothes, and she was rewarded with a couple of orgasms. One of which left her gasping for air while bent over the expensive cream sofa while clutching one of the mint green and gold cushions on it, his cock sliding deep inside her as he came just after she did.

After taking a long, hot shower together, in which they washed each other reverently, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, they redressed and watched a little television.

“Shall we order in tonight?” She was curled up against him, his arms around her, and she brushed her lips against his jaw.

“We can do that, but we’re going out after dinner.”

That made Nyssa sit up. “We are? Where?”

He gave her a mysterious grin. “It’s a surprise.”

“What? No! You have to tell me.”

“No, I don’t.” John laughed and tugged her down for a kiss. She got lost in the feel of his mouth on hers, his tongue demanding entry, and by the time he let her go all thoughts had drifted out of her head.

She settled back down next to him, and later on they ordered dinner. Once their plates were empty, they dressed warmly to venture out in the winter night and headed for their car.

Nyssa recognized where John was driving them to: the Eiffel Tower. But why? They’d both visited it on their last trip to Paris eighteen months previously, although admittedly it hadn’t been at nighttime. It didn’t matter though; she couldn’t get enough of the amazing views from the top. The Louvre, Champs Elysees, the Seine River, and the Grand Palace were just a few of the Parisian landmarks visible from the peak and she knew they’d look majestic in the night lights.

It was a short walk from where they parked the car, and she clung to his gloved hand as they wandered through the night to their destination.

Chapter Nine

Nyssa

Despite the fact it was incredibly cold, there were dozens of people milling around the gardens at the base of the Eiffel Tower when they arrived, taking photos and marveling at the tall structure towering above their heads. Yet others were making their way to the elevators, which would transport them high above the ground to be treated to a view like no other.

Nyssa had been prepared to join the other tourists and wait in line—possible since she was rarely recognized when out in public, even in Europe—but John led her to an elevator with no line. She squeezed the hand holding hers. “Where are we going?”

He turned to look at her and gave her the grin which always both melted her heart and made her wet with desire. “You’ll see.” He brought their joined hands up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of her glove.

Curious, she followed him without question. When they got close to the door, a tall, slim man with thinning gray hair was waiting for them. He bowed in front of Nyssa. “BonsoirVotre Altesse.”Good evening, Your Highness. He then accepted John’s outstretched hand. “Mr. Ashwood. Please follow me.”

They stepped into the elevator and were whisked high above the ground at an almost dizzying pace. Nyssa snuggled into John, who tucked her underneath his arm and pressed a kiss to her temple. She stared out the window, watching as the ground became smaller and the people walking around on it began to resemble ants.

When they reached their destination, they stepped out of the elevator and into a warm, empty room. Nobody was present except the three of them. “It’s my pleasure to welcome you to a private tour of the Eiffel Tower this evening. My name is Pierre and I’ll be happy to answer any questions you may have. Would you both like a drink?”

“Oui, s’il vous plait.”Yes, please. Nyssa gave him a bright smile and accepted the glass of champagne their host offered. They chatted for several minutes, Pierre demonstrating a knowledge of Nyssa’s country she had not been expecting. He’d obviously done his research, which she appreciated. Once they were finished drinking, they left their glasses on the table and followed him to a staircase which led them to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The private viewing platform they stood on was out in the open, meaning the icy wind had them shivering, but the view was unbeatable. Nyssa gazed down at the city spread open before them. Lights adorned the various landmarks, easy to make out even in the dark. The Arc de Triomphe. The Louvre. Notre Dame Cathedral, which was still being rebuilt after the terrible fire which destroyed much of it several years previously.

They walked around the entire length of the platform, which wrapped around the tower, and soaked it all in. “Paris is such a beautiful city.” Her tone was a little wistful. She’d spent severalmonths living in Paris when she’d been younger, and part of her wished she still resided there.

“It sure is.” John was standing behind her, his arms around her waist, his warmth seeping into her despite the frigid weather. “But the most beautiful thing in it is standing in my arms right now.”

She glanced around, only to discover Pierre had discreetly disappeared to give them some privacy. Pivoting in his arms, she moved so she could face her lover. “John?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but his face was so close to hers she didn’t need to raise it for him to hear her.

“Je t’aime aussi, ma princesse.”I love you too, my princess. He dipped his head and closed the distance between them, his lips pressing against hers. They were cold for a moment, but soon enough all she felt was the heat between them.

He slid his tongue into her mouth and explored it thoroughly, and by the time he let her go she’d forgotten where they were for a few moments. Resting his forehead on hers, the corners of his mouth turned up. “I’m almost sorry we’re flying out tomorrow morning.”

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