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Book 2 in the 'Our Secret Dream' Trilogy.
Follow Skylar and Bryan as they continue their journey together. Learning not only how to progress as a potentially engaged couple but how to have fun and still enjoy their careers with all of th...
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We've been in Paris for two days and although Bryan had all these adventures planned for us we haven't left our room, except for dinning out in the evenings. To which we only last two hours before one of us his chomping at the bit to get back to the hotel so we can tear the others clothes of.
But we both agreed that starting this morning we are going to live outside of our room, we didn't come to Paris to stay hauled up the whole time. That would simply be a waist, so the plans for our remaining few days are simple. Sight seeing with the added spice of lust.
Once we are both showered and dressed we head out for an action packed day. Bryan's attire for the day you ask is some black fitted jeans, boots and a tight fitted white shirt - which showcase him in all the right and wrong places. By wrong I mean every female we met today will get a nice viewing of the size he's packing, in addition to his chiselled abs that I wish I could like for the rest of the day.
I decided to be just as wicked today with a skin tight mini dress that stops mid thigh, hugging every inch of me.
My boobs are pushed tightly together in the confines of the built in bra, making them look round and perky. Not to mention the nearly illegal cleavage this dress gives me, I can already see the drawl running down his chin as his eyes eat me over dinner... the dress makes me feel alive, like a thousand lightening bolts bitten me at one - electrifying the blood in my veins.
It's perfect and it makes me feel like some sex goddess but the main reason I picked it is that it looks somewhat casual and elegant all at once. Sexy but not whore-ish, well unless we count the part that I am going commando. Not even I can pull of pantie lines.
Maybe I should tell him about my lack of panties but that would spoil all of the fun so I'm going to hold that information close to my chest until I'm ready.
As we brush past the exit to our hotel, I clasp Bryan's hand in mine, walking down the streets of Paris, oblivious to the world around us. Feeling like we are a couple out of some romantic movie.
'So, anything you'd like to do today?' I ask as we walk down the busy street, heading towards a local coffee shop the receptionist recommended, her name Remy.
'I was thinking we could just explore the city' he said. As he looked around us. Paris really was beautiful. Every street held so much history that you could spend a whole life time here and never actually know the full potential this place held.
'Sounds perfect, but coffee first.' I say, pulling on his hand as I see the sign of the coffee shop, he lets me pull him along as he chuckles as me from behind. Probably getting a lovely view of my ass in this tight dress. I roll my eyes with a smirk on my lips.
As soon as we step inside we are greeted by a hostess, she's very friendly as she switches between French and English to help make it easier on us as she suspects we don't speak French to which my husband starts speaking back to her in her mother tongue as we sit down at our table.
