Unforgettable: Book Two (A Hollywood Love Story #2)(56)

“Oui, Monsieur Taylor.” I put on my best French accent and make my voice as breathy as possible. Truthfully, the only thing I’m hungering for is his cock.

A saucy smile tugs at his lips. “I like it when you call me that. It turns me on. I want you to call me ‘monsieur’ for the rest of the evening. Deal?”

“Oui, monsieur.” My sexy, throaty voice is deeper and breathier. I’m channeling Simone Signoret. “What’s our next activity?”

He eyes me sheepishly. “I want to watch you use the bidet.”

“Excuse me?”

“The bidet.” He lifts me off the vanity and leads me to a white porcelain basin that’s right next to the toilet. About the same height, it resembles an oblong sink with a pair of faucets.

“What’s this for?” I ask suspiciously.

“It’s going to clean the sand out of your ass and make your * feel better.”

“My *’s just fine,” I lie. It’s still sore as hell, but I don’t want him to think I’m unf*ckable. Then again, maybe that’s what he has in mind. Restoration. Then f*cking me senseless again until I cry. My heart skips a beat with another thought. Or maybe f*cking me hard in the butt?

He flicks my nose. “Trust me.”

“Aren’t you going to turn the water on?”

“Sit,” he orders with a playful slap on my sore ass…that turns me on.

My skin prickles. I do as I’m told. I plop down on the edge of the basin, scrunching up my chiffon dress and pulling my panties down to my knees. Much the same as I would do if I were taking a pee. The rim of the porcelain basin is a cool contrast to my heated ass.


Brandon rolls his eyes at me. “Baby, it’s not a toilet. You need to take off your panties and straddle it.”

“Oh.” I feel totally stupid, but the amused smile on his face saves me from humiliation.

I slide off my panties. The cotton crotch is soaked and laced with a few granules of sand. Brandon snatches them from me while I reposition myself. My legs are spread-eagled over the basin. My exposed * is in full view. Brandon examines it.

“Fuck. Your *’s really red. And swollen.”

I glance down. Gah! It is.

Not wasting a second, Brandon turns the water on full force.

“Aah!” I squeal. The basin doesn’t begin to fill. Instead, to my utter surprise and delight, powerful jets of warm water shoot upward, hitting my inflamed genitals.

I sigh loudly again. It feels amazing. Yes, the water is soothing, but it’s also stimulating my über-sensitive clit and sending jets of pleasure through my core.

Brandon breaks into a wide smile. “That feels good, n’est-ce pas?”

“Oui, oui, monsieur.” Holy cow! I’m totally getting off on it. I rock my hips to maximize the delicious sensation. My breathing grows erratic and little oohs and aahs clog my throat. Brandon’s eyes stay on me, his voyeuristic expression one of a man totally entertained.

“Jesus, Zoey. You’re f*cking unbelievable.”

I flash a little smile at what I think is a compliment. My arousal is consuming me.

“My beauty, I’m going to watch you make yourself come. Hands behind your head.”

“I can’t use my fingers?”

He smirks. “Trust me, you won’t have to. Now, do it before I tie up those talented hands of yours.” With a wicked glint, he twists my skimpy panties into a rope. Holy shit! The kinky bastard definitely means business.

I do as I’m told, the sweet sensation of an orgasm already on the brink. The pressure’s building fast and furiously. My head rolls around like a rag doll’s as I get closer to the edge. The hem of my layered dress is getting soaked by the spray as is Brandon’s linen shirt, but I don’t give a damn. The relentless pressure between my legs mounts and my breathing grows more ragged, the moans and groans more vocal. More desperate until I can’t take it anymore and I’m crying, “Oh my God,” over and over. All hell breaks loose, and as waves of ecstasy crash through me, I sob out my orgasm. I think I’ve lost consciousness. My head hangs loosely between my legs with my arms limply beside them.

“Bravo!” A single word brings me back to the land of the living. I look up. Brandon’s hovering over me, grinning broadly.

“That was the most beautiful performance I’ve ever seen.”

I suppose I should get up and curtsey, but I don’t have the strength to stand. And even if I could, my legs would likely buckle. I don’t even have it in me to say thank you. Breathless, I simply twitch a small smile.

Brandon brushes back my hair, still damp from our swim, and then bends down to kiss my scalp. “How does your * feel?”

I still can’t get my brain to communicate with my mouth.

“Answer me, Zoey.” That bossy voice again!

“Um, uh, excellent,” I finally manage. It really does feel less sore, but it’s still throbbing from my latest outrageous orgasm.

“Let me see.” Brandon takes a few steps back and casts his eyes on my cleft. A small but fiendish smile plays on his lips. “Much better. It’s still a little red but not as swollen. I’m tempted to take you right over the bidet.”

From behind? I gulp. I thought he wasn’t going to f*ck me again. Every nerve ending buzzes. I can’t tell if it’s fear or excitement that’s making my heart pound. Climaxing from the bidet was mind-blowing, but climaxing with him is like falling off the edge of a cliff.