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  “That next weekend we are all going to Paris.”

  “We?” I chocked on my coffee.

  “Me and Jay will be joining you. How much fun, I have never been to Paris before,” she smiled and walked away. I stared down at my coffee. I thought it was a family trip and now he had asked the hired help to come along.

  Why couldn't we just be normal for one weekend?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Maxwell

  “And that is the penthouse?” I asked, sitting back in my chair. “Good... No, we will be flying on my private plane.” I looked up at my wife standing before me, glaring and her hands on her hips. She was wearing her famous pencil skirt and a tight fitting blouse with buttons done up – At least she had listened to me yesterday.

  She looked very pissed off and a little smirk came to my lips. Everything about her oozed sexiness. “Okay, I will call you back.” I put the phone down and smiled at her, her mouth tightened. Something told me I was in trouble. “Mrs Thomas” I laughed.

  “You invited Maddy and Jay?” She yelled.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Yes.”

  Her hands ran up to her hair and she gave a little tug. “How is it a family trip if you invite the Nanny and driver?”

  I rubbed my brow in annoyance, nothing ever pleased this woman. “You said you wanted to go for dinner” I reminded her. “We will need a baby sitter and I can't invite Maddy without Jay.”

  Suddenly she looked dumb struck and her cheeks flushed. “Oh,” she sighed. Even though she looked every inch the powerful business woman, she was still my tiny bashful Miss Dawson. I tapped my knee. Instantly she walked over and sat down on my lap.

  “Don't worry, I've been thinking” I began, running my fingertips through her soft hair. “You're right. I need to spend more time with you and the kids.”

  “Really” She looked up at me through her eyelashes.

  “Really,” I kissed her cheek. “My family is the most important factor in my life. I want to make it up to you. After work let’s go to McDonalds?”

  She screwed her nose up. “McDonalds?” Her face looked blank. “How is a big Mac and fries romantic?”

  I gave a little chuckle. She didn't understand. I grabbed hold of face with both hands. “The one with our favourite rest room.” I raised my eyebrows and gave her my special smile.

  Her mouth opened in shock. I wasn't sure whether it was because I had suggested it or that I had even remembered. Anyway, she looks very impressed.

  “You have yourself a date, Mr Thomas” her soft lips met mine in a deep lingering kiss. She slowly stood up and her eyes diverted to the bulge in my trousers. “Tame yourself till later,” she winked. She smoothed down her skirt and began to walk out of the office.

  I was a fucking lucky man. I had a beautiful wife, two wonderful children, and a nice home and now I was richer than ever. Oh yeah, I was the envy of every living man.

  ***

  I was sat in the car being driven to my next meeting. All I ever did was get driven round to listen to others bore me to death. I loved my business, but sometimes everything just felt the same.

  I closed my eyes and my mind filled with thoughts of my wife. How I couldn't wait for work to be over. Last night when she said she didn't want us to drift apart had opened my eyes. It had hit me like a ton of bricks.

  Even after everything we had been though we were still together. My feelings had never changed for her. I still felt exactly same way I did when I first saw her sat in my reception on her interview.

  I rested my head on the back of the seat and let out a little air. I was 36 years old and I had everything. A smug smile came to my lips. I needed to get the old Maxwell back; the one Georgina had introduced me to.

  My eyes sprung open. “Jay!” I called out in my boss voice. “Take me to Agent Provocateur on Melrose.” I watched Jay's eyebrows shoot in the rear-view mirror. “Don't look like that” I laughed. “You're a married man, you know how it is.”

  “Certainly, Mr Thomas.”

  He pulled up outside the store. “One more thing,” I said, opening the car door. “Ring Georgina and tell her to meet us outside the office in twenty minutes.” I threw my phone on to the passenger seat and got out. I had to get her something special. Mrs Thomas was going to have fun playing my game.....

  I waited with the goody bag close to me. I looked at my watch, trust her to be late. I only asked her to step outside. I bet she was gossiping with her assistant Eva. Finally the car door opened and Georgina jumped in.

  I leaned over and kissed her. “Day off” I said suggestively.

  “What have you got planned?”

  “As inquisitive as ever, Mrs Thomas” I joked, as I sat back up. “We are going on a little adventure... Mr Golden Rule and Miss Dawson style.” She began to bite down on the lip. “Exactly” I smiled.

  It felt like the good old days where we would just drop everything to get our fix of each other. I gripped hold of her hand and held it tight.

  Then a pang of sadness hit me and I looked out of the window to hide my facial expression. I nearly lost her more than once. The thought that we may not have even got married nor had Bailey broke my heart. It was too painful to think about.

  Debbie wasn't allowed to have any contact with us, which pleased me greatly. As for Blake we left him and his mental mother far behind in Oxford. Although according to a client Mrs Waterman had died a few months ago.

  We pulled up outside the Hilton Hotel and Georgina's jaw dropped in astonishment. “Why didn't I guess?” Giving her girly giggle, that sound sent the tingles run down my spine.

  “If needs must” I hissed, picking up my goody bag and getting out of the car. Jay opened the door for Georgina and I walked round to meet her. For a moment, everything seemed to go into slow motion. I watched as her long in luring legs gracefully swept out of the car. She still affected every aspect of my heart, body and soul. We were born for each other and no one could take that away.

  She linked arms with me and I escorted into the hotel and over to the reception.” Welcome to the Hilton Hotel” the receptionist smiled. “How can I help you?”

  “I have a reservation for Mr and Mrs Thomas.”

  The receptionist narrowed her eyes and began typing on her computer. I guess it did look really odd – Two people in the middle of the day, wearing business clothes checking into a hotel suite. I think it would have been worse if I had said Mr and Mrs Smith.

  “I need a credit card.” I handed over my platinum card. The receptionist looked at it and back at me. “I see your name is Mr Thomas,” she said sarcastically as her eyes looked me up and down.

  “And I am Mrs Thomas” Georgina spat, holding up her wedding ring hand. The receptionist blushed and quickly handed us our key and my credit card.

  “Enjoy your stay,” she mumbled, not looking back at Georgina.

  I and Georgina headed towards the lift. “Did you see how she looked at you?”

  “Are we jealous?” I laughed, the doors opened and we both stepped inside.

  “Of course, another woman looking at my husband and implying that I was some dirty whore you were paying for.”

  As soon as the doors closed I pushed her up into the corner. “No one thinks you're a whore” my voice dangerously low. I watched her swallow hard. I placed my hands either side of her head or looked down into her blue eyes. “I never want to hear you say that again” I warned. “Otherwise, there will be consequences.”

  “Will I enjoy the consequences?” Her fingers playing with my tie and her teeth locking on her bottom lip.

  “Very much so,” I smiled, holding up my goody bag. “Just like I'm going to enjoy this game.” I stood back and swung the bag over my shoulder.

  “Do I get a say in anything?”

  “No, my game... My Rules!” I enforced.

  The door pinged open and we stepped into the penthouse suite. I watched as Georgina's eyes go dreamy. This was where we stayed the first night as Mr and Mrs Thom
as.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Georgina

  The second the bedroom door closed, everything about Maxwell changed. He became dominating and his voice harsh. I loved it when he turned into this man. The butterflies began to flutter in the pit of my stomach result of excitement of the unexpected.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off my husband; tall, muscular man with spiky reddish hair. Dressed in my favourite blue suit with a crisp white shirt. His blue eyes penetrating me and his perfect mouth waiting for me. He took my breath away.

  “Strip” he commanded. “Tonight I’m in complete control. No talking, no touching and no kissing. I will do as I may and you were just endure in utter pleasure and fulfilment.”

  He places the bag is has been carrying down on bed. “What's in there?” I ask.

  He raises an eyebrow and slowly a sexy smile appears on his face. “All in good time, Mrs Thomas. All in good time.” He removes his jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt up. “I do remember asking you to strip.”

  Oh my, just from that heated gaze I know I’m in trouble. I slip off my heels

  Once again he had his bag of magic tricks. Slowly he pulled out two sets of handcuffs. This was new and the words he once said to me filled my head.

  “Don't look scared, Georgina” he slowly says as he begins to attach the handcuffs on to the head broad. “This is going to be mind blowing.” He attaches the handcuffs to each of my wrists, I was now unable to move and completely.

  His blue eyes looked down at me. “You have no idea how good you look.” He then removes a blind fold from the bag and leans a little closer. “Just stay still and relax”. Then it went black.

  I could hear fumbling around in that bag again and my heart began to race. I was laying here waiting in anticipation, wondering what game he had come up with. Would I enjoy it? That was a stupid question to even think.

  His soft lips landed on my mouth and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Already my arousal was beginning and that deep much wanted contact was needed below.

  His lips slowly trailed down my neck, in between my breasts, down my stomach to finally he was at his destination. My head tilted back as his tongue began to twirl against my clit. Accidentally, I tugged on the handcuffs and they tightened around my wrist. I whimpered out in pain, but the slow swirls of his tongue immediately took it away.

  His lean index finger pushed deep inside me and I lifted up my hips as he slid in and out slowly. Out of nowhere came this low buzzing noise. Then a vibrating sensation hit my sweet spot. His finger still moving in and out of me gently. I cried out with desire.

  Then it switched, the vibrating had taken the place of his finger and now his tongue was once again doing its magic. I felt myself beginning to shake and the sensations took hold. The vibrating stopped and he was lying on top of me. His bare skin hot and against mine.

  He began to fill me and he began to rock. Gently, pulling himself in and out of me. His hand removed from across my mouth and was replaced with his lips. I wished I could reach out for him, tug at his hair or grab hold of his perfect pert arse.

  Without warning he flipped me over on to my stomach, my arms crossing each other and the metal of the handcuffs digging into my skin. His own fingers dug into my waist and he was slamming into me from behind. Each slam leading me over the edge. I heard him hiss and I knew his teeth were gritted tightly together. He began slamming faster and a lot harder. Strangely enough, I actually thought he was going to smack my arse, but he never did. The way he was pushing into me was forceful and each slam I wanted it to be harder. I came screaming out his name and unable to take anymore of his wonderful punishment.

  “Fuck!” he screamed as he released himself into me. He pushed me into the bed and just lay motionless on top of me. I had to breathe deeply just to try and regain myself. My whole body tingled with the after effects and the handcuffs felt like they were cutting off my circulation.

  His hand reached out and he pressed a button on the side of the handcuff and one wrist was freed, then the other. He gave them a little rub and kissed each one. I looked at the red and blue imprints they had left and actually took pride in it. He rolled off me and pulled me into his chest.

  “I love you” he whispered. I looked up and his eyes were closed. He was really a wonderful beautiful man.

  “I love you too” I said as I hugged him harder.

  “What you thinking about?” he asked, taking me off guard.

  I returned his smile. “How incredibly lucky I am.”

  “Luck has nothing to do with it, Kendra. It was fate. We were always destining to be with each other.” He kissed my forehead and pulled me in closer. “Nothing is going to take you away from me…Nothing.”

  ***

  Maxwell

  “Did you have fun?” I asked Georgina as we headed back home. I hoped the kids were asleep. After this afternoon's activity I was tired and just wanted to curl up in bed.

  She rested her head on my shoulder. “It was amazing,” she yawned as she snuggled into me. “Much more appealing than a quickie in a fast food toilet” she yawned again.

  “Exhausted?” I mocked.

  “Aren't you surprised? I mean, how many ways did you violate me?”

  “Not enough!” My phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was just my assistant, work could wait till tomorrow. I pressed the reject button.

  “Aren't you going to answer that?” Georgina asked surprised...

  “No... Like I said, it's our day off. Tonight I just want to curl up in bed with my wife and forget I'm a rich fucker who owns a successful business.”

  She kissed my cheek. “I love you... Even if you're a flashy fucker.”

  I cuddled up to her. “Only you can make that sound sexy.” I closed my eyes and took in her sweet scent.

  “Shall we tell the kids tomorrow?” She asked.

  “About Paris?” I yawned. “Yeah why not, I'll even stay for breakfast.”

  Georgina sat up and stared at me in bemusement. “What's happened to you in the last twenty-four hours?”

  “You.” My voice turned serious. “Saying we were drifting apart really scared me. I can't lose you, Georgina and I never want to think about it.” She hugged me hard and I hugged her back. Hopefully now everything was back on track.

  ***

  Maxwell

  “Shit!” I yell at the top of my voice. “What do you mean the New York offer is falling through?” I began pacing up and down my office. The anxiety was beginning to take control. I wanted to rip my hair out. “What do I pay you people for?” I stopped and rubbed my brow. “I fucking can't... There is no way I can do a crisis meeting this weekend.”

  Fuck! It was Thursday and there was no way I could go to New York tomorrow for the weekend. Who were these dumb fuckers I had employed? The agency I was trying to buy wouldn't sign anything till they saw me. It could have been any time, but no, they had to choose the one weekend I was going away.

  I let out a deep breath. “Look, I will see what I can do.” I hung up and threw the phone across the room.

  Shit! Georgina was going to kill me if I went. But if I didn't, months of hard work would be gone. Surely my wife would understand and we could always rearrange the trip.

  I really had no choice. I had to go. I knew Georgina would have a little fit about it and then she would be fine. I had to get her something to open on Saturday. The trip would just happen a week later.

  “Why do you have to go?” Georgina screamed, sitting down on the bed. “I thought we had people to do that?”

  “We do” I stressed. “Please George” I begged, sitting down on my side of the bed. I couldn't bear to see the hurt on her face. “We can go next weekend. Make it a week in Paris, the kids would love it.”

  “My birthday is Saturday!” She snapped, pulling back the covers and climbing into bed as she turned her back to me.

  I stood up and felt my fist clench. “What the fuck
am I meant to do?” I yelled with annoyance. “Sometimes problems come up and you have to deal with them. Stop acting like a spoilt brat.”

  She sat bolt up and glared at me. “Spoilt brat?” she jumped out of the bed. “Really? Well, fuck you!” With that, she stormed out of the room.

  I shook my head, okay, I said that without thinking and now I was feeling bad. I had to apologize. I walked out of the room and went in search. I knew exactly where to find her in the spare room. I stood in the doorway and watched while she sobbed sitting on the white four poster bed.

  I rested my head on the doorway. “I'm sorry,” I cried. “I can be such an insensitive prick sometimes.” She looked up and tutted. “This is our livelihood, Georgina.” She quickly wiped the tears away. “Can I come in?” She refused to answer of look at me. I hated when she did that.

  I made my way into the room and kneeled down in front of her resting my head on her lap. My hands reached out and gripped her waist. I felt guilty, missing out on my wife's birthday. I shook my head.

  “If I could get out of it, I would. This is very important for us. Please do not hate me” I begged my grip of her getting tighter.

  I looked up and finally she was looking down at me.

  “There is no way you can get out of it?” She pleaded, her eyes burning into me. I shook my head and her eyes welled up again. “It's my thirtieth birthday.”

  “I know and I promise to make it up to you and the kids” I reached out and touched her beautiful face. “It hurts me too, you know.”

  She rolled her eyes while pushing me away. She stood up and made her way over to the chest of draws. “Really sounds like it,” she huffed as she pulled a packet of cigarettes from one of the draws. She placed the cigarette between her rosebud lips, lit it and inhaled deeply.

  I gave a slight smile. She always insisted she was a non-smoker but I knew about her secret stash. In fact, it helped me out when I got caught short.

  “Why can't you cancel the meeting?” She asked, exhaling her nicotine fix.