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  "I don’t know," she whispered, not sure whether or not she meant for him to hear it. In a louder voice, she continued, "Honey, I’m just so busy with work, I can’t think about this right now."

  "That’s cool baby. You know, I’m not going to call anymore. I think we should go to counseling when you come home, so just take this time and figure out what the hell you want. I’ll be waiting here."

  "Nick, I love you and I think you’re right,” Sherry said, her voice steady despite the tears running down her cheeks. “We do need time to ourselves. I’ll see you in three or four months, when I’m done with the training."

  "Fine. Get your shit together, Sherry. I’ll see you later,” Nick snapped, then hung up.

  What a cheating bitch I am, Sherry thought as she put down the phone. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but the tables had been turned—now Nick was the husband scorned and she was the one fucking around behind his back. How the hell had things turned out like this?

  She went out to a café for wine, wanting to get some space and clear her head. Nursing a glass of white zinfandel, she watched a couple kissing and cuddling at a nearby table and sighed. They were so in love that it hurt to watch, but for some reason she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

  What am I going to do? I love Nick, but our marriage has been dead for over a year. She took another sip of her wine as she considered. Would I be thinking of letting go if Roberto wasn’t in the picture? He does things to me that no one has done before, but is it just sexual attraction? How do I tell him I am married? She had so many thoughts going through her head, and she couldn’t make up her mind about any of it. In the end, she finished her wine and went back to the hotel to go to sleep. Maybe she’d be able to come to a decision once she had a clear head.

  Her cellphone woke her several hour later, and she rolled over to answer, thinking that this was becoming some kind of ritual. She wouldn’t even need an alarm anymore—someone was always calling her while she was trying to sleep.

  “Ciao, bellisima,” Robert greeted her cheerfully. “Are you sleeping?”

  "Yeah.” Sherry yawned. “What time is it?"

  "It’s five o’clock, sleeping beauty, but don’t worry about it. I'm just calling to let you know I have a real estate agent willing to show you some properties tomorrow. Unless you have plans?" He asked, crossing his fingers that she would say no. It had only been a few hours, but he missed her already and wanted to use the opportunity to see her again.

  "Let me check my date book,” she said jokingly, touched and amazed that he had already found something for her so quickly. She was obviously very close to the forefront of his thoughts. “Nope, doesn’t look like I have any plans. What time should I meet the real estate agent? "

  "We can meet Sophie around noon if that's a good time for you," he answered, trying not to sound too ecstatic.

  "We?" Sherry frowned.

  "I want to make sure you get a good place and I'll know where to find you," Roberto explained quickly.

  "So you have ulterior motives… that’s fine.” She chuckled; he was unbearably sweet. “I'll meet you in the lobby at 11:30; now leave me alone so I can go to sleep."

  Roberto laughed. "Goodnight bellisima; sweet dreams."

  “Night,” Sherry said, then hung up and promptly fell asleep again.

  "Bonjour, Roberto, Hello, Sherry," Sophie greeted them as she stood and walked around her desk. Roberto had picked her up at 11:30 on the dot and drove to downtown Paris, where Sophie’s realty office was located. The receptionist had waved them in as soon as she caught sight of Roberto—apparently he was well-known here.

  "Hello, Sophie, it's nice to meet you," Sherry told her, and the exchanged air kisses on each cheek, the traditional French greeting. Sophie did the same for Roberto, although Sherry gleaned from the look in the woman’s eye that she wished it was more than just an air kiss. While she couldn’t blame her—Roberto was a handsome man, after all—it didn’t stop the completely uncalled-for pang of jealousy from rising up.

  "Today I will be showing you some flats in the second and seventh district," Sophie beamed at both of them after the pleasantries were out of the way. “We will start in the second district, since that is where you work. Let's get going, because we have seven flats to see today!

  The first flat they saw was a beautiful ground floor flat, a one bedroom that was one-hundred square meters, located on Rue Greneta. It was a charming space, and at thirty-five hundred Euros per month the price wasn’t bad, but the bathroom was too small for her liking. The next one was on Rue Montmartre, another one-bedroom. Though it was located on the fifth floor, was completely renovated, and came with a charming little terrace, it was only eight square meters and cost more than the first flat. They went through several more flats in this vein, some nicer than others, none for quite the right price and value that she was looking for.

  The last one was a delightful seventy square meters, a one-bedroom on the seventh floor of an apartment complex located on Rapp. It was quite a bit pricier than the others at forty-four hundred Euros, but it more than made up for it as they walked out onto the terrace and got a good look at the view. The expanse of the city spread out before her, and spearing above it all was the Eiffel Tower, resplendent against the clear, blue sky.

  "Oh, I really like this one, Roberto" Sherry sighed as she admired the view.

  Roberto nodded. “It’s a very nice flat,” he agreed. “Why don’t we go and have drinks and discuss our options?” They all agreed, and settled down at the nearest café. Sophie checked her watch and was surprised to see that it was nearly five o’clock—the time had flown today!

  "Do you think you'll make an offer on one the flats you saw today or do you want to see more?" asked Sophie after they’d finished going over the pros and cons of the flats they’d seen today.

  "There are two that I really liked, but I'm not sure," Sherry admitted.

  "Don't take too long to decide because flats go quickly here. Take my card and call me when you've made a decision.” She slid a laminated business card across the table. “It's been nice meeting you Sherry, and wonderful seeing you again Roberto, but unfortunately I have another client to see." She set her wine glass down on the table and stood up to leave.

  Roberto and Sherry stood as well. "It's always a pleasure seeing you Sophie," he told her warmly, kissing her on the cheek.

  "Thanks you for showing me flats today; I'll call you soon." Sherry promised, exchanging kisses with Sophie once again, who then left.

  "Should we stay and have something to eat or do you want me to take you back to your hotel?" Roberto asked as he poured another glass of wine

  "You don’t need to ask me that," Sherry told him.

  "Why not?” He frowned, puzzled. “Aren't you hungry?"

  "Oh, I'm starving,” she agreed. “Just not for food.”

  Chapter 6

  "Waiter, serveur, serveur" Roberto called for the server, though he kept his eyes on Sherry the entire time. The waiter appearing in short order, and Roberto asked politely for the check. It was delivered and paid quickly, and before Sherry had time to think he was whisking her out of the restaurant and onto the street.

  "Slow down!” Sherry cried, slightly breathless from the excitement. “Where are we going?"

  "To my flat," Roberto told her, paying her no heed as he tugged her down the Rue de Belgrade.

  "You have a flat in the city?"

  "Yes, it's not far from here. Let us hurry now.”

  In no time, they arrived at an apartment complex, more modern-looking than many of the other buildings they’d visited today. Roberto entered his security code and they were buzzed inside. He practically dragged her up to the fifth floor and into his apartment—no suite, she corrected as she stepped into the foyer. This place was ten times the size of any of the flats she’d looked at today.

  Leaning against the door, she pulled her thong down off her legs and tossed them. Roberto turned just in time to see the scr
ap of black lace floating to the floor, and that hungry look lit up his green eyes again.

  “I want you,” he told her, his voice husky as he walked toward her.

  "Come get me," she purred seductively, pulling her dress over her head and tossing it on the floor. He got down on his knees, then spread her legs open and pressed her tighter against the door before dragging his tongue across her clit.

  "Your pussy is so wet," he growled as she cried out, then speared her pink folds with his tongue, tasting her as he fucked her with his mouth.

  "I told you I was hungry,” she moaned, placing one hand on his left shoulder blade and the other hand in his hair to draw him closer. "Oh yeah… that’s it,” she cried breathlessly. “Fuck me with your tongue." His tongue moved faster inside her, and then he shifted so that he could lick and suck at her clit.

  “Mmm…. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” She cried her entire body shaking as she was thrown into an orgasm. He didn't let up though, continuing to lick and suck, sending her into orgasm after orgasm until her toes were permanently curled from all the pleasure. “Have mercy on me!” she gasped, even as she clutched his hair and urged him on. “I’m going to die if you keep this up!”

  Finally, Roberto removed her hands and stood up, pressing her back against the door. He kissed her hard, shoving his tongue in her mouth so that she could taste herself. She moaned at how erotic it was to taste her own juices on his tongue, and fumbled with the zipper of his pants so she could free his erection and stroke it. He didn’t let her play for very long, instead lifting one leg to wrap around his waist, and then entering her with one smooth, long stroke.

  "Oh!” she cried, gripping the door knob with her left hand as he worked his cock in and out, in and out. He fucked her slowly, thoroughly, until they were both covered with sweat and she was shaking with pleasure.

  "Sherry, you feel like heaven," Roberto growled against her ear. “Please, bella, come for me.” He fucked her harder, faster, and he moved her hips down to meet every thrust. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, then licked the vein that pulsed there before biting down sweetly on it. He smiled as he felt her stiffen beneath him, then cry out, her eyes going blind in that way they always did when she had an orgasm.

  "Oh, my bella!” he groaned, then pulled his cock out and came, spilling his seed down the side of her thigh. They stood in silence for a moment, breathing hard, and then he gently lowered her leg to the floor.

  “We should get you cleaned up,” he told her gently, tracing her cheek with his fingertips. He led her to the bathroom, and pulled his jeans on while she washed his seed off her body. She came out, dressed in a short bathrobe she’d found hanging in the bathroom.

  “Why don’t you let me show you around?”

  He led her through the various rooms, and she was surprised at how many there were; a living room, a den, a kitchen, and several spare bedrooms. “I don’t know why you call this a flat,” she muttered. “This is bigger than the average house.”

  He chuckled. “Why don’t I take you to the master bedroom?” he suggested. “There’s a wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower from there.”

  The master bedroom was three times the size of her hotel room, with a California King-sized bed that dominated the center, raised up on a platform and covered with black silk sheets. It beckoned like a seductive lover, but she forced herself to cross the room over to the windows, where she could see Paris and the Eiffel Tower, glittering in the night like precious jewels.

  “This really is an amazing view.”

  "That's one of the reasons I bought this place,” Roberto told her. “Although I admit that after seeing the tower day after day, the view does become rather tedious."

  "Really? Why don't you take my flat then, and I'll take yours? I'm not joking, "she added as Roberto chuckled. She opened the French doors and stepped out onto the balcony. “This is all so beautiful."

  "Not as beautiful as you." He came up behind her, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck. She stepped away from him, then went back inside to survey his bedroom once again.

  "So this is where you sleep."

  "Amongst other things," he murmured suggestively. She ignored him and walked around the room, studying the various pieces of art and furniture.

  "I like your fireplace,” she said, caressing the lapis lazuli-carved mantle “Does it work?"

  "Yes." Roberto sat on the bed. “Come here.”

  "And you have a balcony," she ignored him and opened his closet. "And women clothing." She arched an eyebrow at the skimpy black number she found hanging that certainly couldn’t be called a dress.

  “My ex-girlfriend’s things.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I haven’t cleaned them out yet.”

  "Oh.” A tiny seed of doubt niggled at her—usually when a man didn’t get rid of a woman’s things it meant he still had feelings for her. “I should call Sophie."

  "You've decided?”

  "Yeah, I'm going with the flat on rue Montmartre in the 2nd district."

  "Why?"

  "It's modern, clean, has a shower and bathtub, and a balcony."

  "It's not close to me,” he pointed out with a frown.

  "Exactly,” she said. “If we were too close I'd never get any work done."

  Leaning back on the bed, he arched a brow and shot her a come-hither look. "I have some work for you to do now."

  Smiling, she crouched down on the bed like a tigress, crawling slowly toward his cock spearing through the air. She licked it from base to tip, and grinned as Roberto groaned deep in his throat. She swirled her tongue around the mushroom head, tasting salty drops of pre-cum, then took him whole inside her mouth.

  “You’d better finish what you start this time,” he rasped, his hands gripping her hair tightly as though he was afraid she was going to leave him hanging. She chuckled, and he groaned as the sound vibrated against his cock. She sucked him slowly, moving up and down while her hands caressed his balls. She could feel them drawing tighter against his body, a sign that he was going to come soon, so she started deep-throating his dick faster, harder.

  “Oh God, bella, I’m going to come!” he shouted, then spurted his salty seed into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing every last drop, savoring the look of rapture on his face.

  Looking down at her, he watched as she licked a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. "You're so sexy," he murmured huskily, and reached for her.

  Her phone rang and she jumped up to answer it. He caught her wrist in his hand and tried to pull her back down. "Let it ring."

  "No, it could be important." She shook him off and grabbed the phone as if her life depended on it. “Hello?”

  "Bonjour, Sherry."

  "Oh. Hi Marie." Sherry laughed, the tension sliding out of her. Even though Nick had said he wouldn’t call her anymore, she’d been worried it was him. “What’s up?”

  "I am coming to see you."

  "Umm, I’m not at the hotel.”

  "Where are you and who are you with?" Marie asked curiously.

  Sherry hesitated only a moment. "I'm at Rue Belgrade in the 7th district with Roberto."

  "I'll come get you. And, young lady, you have some explaining to do."

  Sherry laughed. "Okay mommy, call me when you're close."

  "I'll be there within an hour,” Marie promised. “Au revoir."

  "Au revoir,” Sherry replied, then hung up. She placed the phone in her purse, then noticed that Roberto was watching her curiously. "I hope you don't mind my friend coming to meet me here… I guess I should have asked first."

  “It's alright with me,” Roberto said, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “I guess we are done for today, then."

  "We've had enough sex for a week," she pointed out with a smirk.

  He smiled sincerely. "I could never have enough of you."

  Touched, she leaned over and kissed him. "You’re so sweet. I need to take a shower,” she told him. She gathered up her clothes and star
ted walking towards the bathroom.

  "Do you want some company?" he called after her, only half-joking.

  “No," she called back, and he heard a click as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

  He got up off the bed and phoned Sophie to tell her the flat sherry selected, then threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. As he made turkey sandwiches he thought about Sherry. She was everything he was looking for in a woman; smart, sexy, and funny. He had been looking for a distraction until Simone came to her senses and crawled back to him, but now he wasn’t so sure he wanted that. Every time he tried to picture Simone in his mind, all he thought about was Sherry.

  Sherry entered the kitchen wearing a retro dress; one of Simone’s outfits. "Do you care if I wear this?"

  Roberto smiled as he studied Sherry. The dress fit snugly around her body, accentuating every dip and curve. "Take it; it looks better on you."

  "You’re just saying that to be nice.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I'll give it back to you on Monday."

  He meant every word; the erection that was springing up at the sight of her in that dress was proof, but since she was leaving he decided not to say anything. "I made you a turkey sandwich,” he said instead, handing it over on a plate with a glass of wine.”

  "Thank you." She took it from him and sat down at the kitchen table before digging in.

  "What are you and your friend going to do this evening?" he asked.

  "We will probably go to a club." Sherry shrugged; she really hadn’t thought about it. It didn’t matter where they went as long as she spent time with her friend.

  "Don't pick up any guys,” he teased, or at least he thought he was teasing—jealousy reared his ugly head as an image of Sherry with another man flickered in his mind.

  "Are you the jealous type?" Sherry asked, arching her brows.