Chapter 2

I woke up from my nap first and checked my phone to see I napped for two hours. I raised my brows in surprise because I felt great after what I'd consider a short nap. Ezra was still asleep. He would have looked peaceful resting on his back, but he crossed arms and ankles.

I lifted my nostril and wrinkled my face after sticking my nose in my armpit. Damn, did I need a shower. Before I ran into the restroom, I carefully slid off the bed and circled around to Ezra's side to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt and lifted his head to adjust his pillow. Lord knows, I'm not trying to hear him complain about another crick in his neck.

The shower was great and so well needed. Maybe it was because we were in a city I've been dying to visit but everything seemed perfect. The water was great, the hotel's liquid soap... I mean douche... was great and smelled like white tea. That's what the label said, and I didn't even know white tea had a scent until now and I loved it!

Two minutes into my cleanse, I heard Ezra open the bathroom door. I slid the shower door slightly and stuck my head out. He turned his head holding his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and half-closed eyes. I puckered my lips, and he brought his forehead to my mouth before he returned to the sink and I shut the door.

I spent a little longer than usual in the water because I kept sniffing the soap. Also, I could have spent forever in there, but I knew I'd end up worrying Ezra. He always thought the worst if I was in the bathroom for more than twenty minutes and recited his fears of random bathroom injuries such as slipping in the tub and cracking my head open. To be fair, he had a right to think I would because I was not the most graceful on my feet. So I reluctantly grabbed a towel, I scuffed my soft hotel slippers out of the bathroom. Ezra sat at the table staring at his laptop and typing louder than the music playing. Good, he hadn't panicked.

I walked to our suitcases, opened my small luggage, and frowned. I stomped beside him, and when he looked up, I pointed to my face and then to my open luggage.

"Can you please turn Whitney down? I have questions," I began with my chin high.

"It's my favorite song," he murmured.

I crossed my arms and shifted my weight. Finally, he paused the music and grinned.

I scoffed. "Now, will you tell me why you told me to pack only sleepwear and underwear?"

Ezra followed my finger and opened his face. "You listened?"

My face dropped. "Wait, you were kidding?! You saw it weighed like ten pounds when the lady chucked it on the belt like she was in the Olympics."

"Yes, I was kidding," he laughed with wide eyes. "You tend to give me more resistance."

I deepened my wrinkles of discontent.

"Again, I'm kidding," he said waving his hands.

"I don–I don't like this newfound clownery, monsieur," I complained. "Was I supposed to bring more than this or not?"

"No, you were not," he said not relieving himself of a smile.

"Why? You didn't answer me when I asked back home, and now I don't have anything to wear that doesn't smell like the inside of an old sneaker because we just speak eight hours traveling," I panicked. "You know I'm still trying to find a natural deodorant that lasts all day!"

He grabbed my hand and yanked me close, eyeing the white towel wrapped around me. I tightened my lips and eyes silently threatening him. His eyes lingered a little too long over my exposed skin. He wasn't going to tempt me this time. I hated when he stretched out answers.

He kissed the back of my hand and rubbed up and down my elbow. "Ada Young, I want to give you everything."

My eyes formed into thin lines.

Where in the hell is he going with this?

I felt his teeth before his lips again as he chuckled against my hand. "Every and anything you want, I will achieve for you."

"Ezra, I have three brain cells right now. Maybe four after that shower." I sighed.

"I just like to see my funny girl look at me as you're doing now," he confessed before reaching inside his pocket.

Yo! What the fuck? He's holding my hand, and he's not on his knees but this is still a surprise! Oh my God! Wait! No! He's sneaky! I'm so ugly right now! Ezra better not...

He pulled out his wallet, and I exhaled with relief. He quickly fished it open and pulled out a credit card to slip in my palm.

"Uh," I sounded while gawking at the plastic.

He looked me in the eyes, and the humor disappeared. "Anything you want you will have. I will take you shopping in an hour."

My jaw dropped before I whispered, "Stop playin'."

"Ada, je le pense (Ada, I mean it)." he said. "Laissez-moi (Please, allow me.)"

I was not about to fight him on this. Really, I had no ammo.

My smile encouraged his lips to curl up. Squeamish, I conceded, "Okay?"

He stood up, slapped his hands together and showed his teeth, "Tres bien!"

Carefully, I put the black card down and said, "I still don't know what to say, but again, baby, what am I going to wear to leave the hotel to do this surprise shopping?"

"I packed something for you in my luggage," he said rubbing my arm. There was another devious look at him.

I went to his bag and nodded my head as soon as I opened it.

"Really, Ezra?" I exclaimed with a smile, unfolding the dress I wore on our first date. "A man of your taste really likes this discount dress?"

"I don't care if it cost sixty-dollars."

I sniffed and corrected, "T'was thirty-five, ninety-five. Plus, an extra twenty percent off."

He shook his head. "I don't care. You looked like... I still don't know how to describe it."

I rolled my eyes and coyly brushed off his heart-tugging compliment until I shouted seeing the shoes. They had red-bottoms! They floored me. He told me to prepare for more of it when we left, but I couldn't get over it. I got dressed and tried to put on some sensible makeup, but I couldn't calm down. I looked at myself in the length view mirror and sighed. Ezra stepped from the bathroom in just a towel after his shower and smiled. I couldn't return the the expression easily so he asked me what was wrong, and I showed him my shaking fingers.

"Ada," he mumbled, rubbing my hand.

"I'm trying, I swear," I told him truthfully. "This feels crazy. We're in Paris– your home. We're in this insanely beautiful suite, then these shoes, and the credit card?"

Ezra stepped behind me and clutched me tight. He smelled like the white tea soap.

"J'ai une idée, Ada. (I have an idea)," he said against my ear.

He kissed my neck and looked at me in the mirror's reflection. He released me and rubbed his hands around the outside of my thighs before cinching my dress up. I closed my eyes and exhaled.

"Oui?" he whispered.

"Mmm hmm," I squeaked, feeling his hand slip under the front of my panties and his finger press my clit.

His other hand rubbed back and forth over my rib cage while the other moseyed around to make my knees buckle. Ezra gently bit my shoulder and walked us backwards to the bed.

"Sorry," I giggled, accidently scraping his bare foot with my heels.

Ezra didn't care, plopping down on the bed and pulling me into his lap. He nudged his head under my arm so it was around his neck.

"Ada, regardez-vous dans une glace (Look at yourself in the mirror)," Ezra instructed, and I obeyed seeing us in the mirror across the room.

I wouldn't say Ezra and I reached the point of having boring, vanilla sex, but since getting back together, other things clouded our minds during intimacy. Yet the simple introduction of a mirror stoked the desperate fire. For once, Ezra didn't have to slip his finger in to get moans climbing out of my throat.

"Personne ne nous entend (Nobody can hear us), Ada," he said sliding his wet middle finger down my slit again and again before rubbing against the sides and under my clit's hood.

He never took his eyes off of me, and I didn't break away from our reflection until Ezra smoothed his left arm down my belly and to my inner thigh, pulling it further away to spread my legs.

"Yes!" I breathed, when Ezra gently bit the side of my breast.

He pulled my panties to the side and smacked my wet vulva. I gasped, and he did it again when my surprise curled into a lip biting smile.

"Fais-le moi encore (Do it again)," I said.

Ezra obeyed but not before he licked his fingers. He promised to let me go if I came a third time. I tried to clamp down and challenge him, but I lost easily to him coaching me in his native tongue through his teeth.

I kept my eyes on him after he finally released me. I caught my breath on the bed, watching as my man took his time getting dressed. Though, I was tempted to drag him back to me with every grin and glance he shot me in the mirror.

Dressed, he grabbed my hand, and helped me off the bed.

Eyeing my mouth he asked, "Prêt à partir? (Ready to go?)"

Still high as a kite, I nodded. Ezra handed me a small clutch I'd never seen before. I opened it and it was empty until he pulled my phone from the clutch and black card from his pocket into the clutch.

This man.

He waved his arm gesturing that I walk ahead to the door. This wasn't my first time shadowed by him, but it felt as exciting as it did in our beginnings. I moved to allow Ezra to grab the door handle, and as I passed into the hall he made sure to grab my ass too.