Page 25 of The Billionaire’s Betrayal (Billionaires of Paris #2)

TRISTAN

When I returned from my trip to Norway, Eva was waiting for me in the living room.

For a moment, I barely recognized her, her look had changed so dramatically.

She had always been beautiful, but now she was breathtaking.

Her new, shorter hairstyle framed the oval of her face, her eyes—usually without makeup—were now enhanced with black kohl, adding a veil of mystery to her gaze, and her lips, painted with a light gloss, made me want to devour them.

Her fitted white top revealed the beginning of her breasts, and her black leather pants hugged the curve of her hips like a second skin.

God, she was beautiful! My body immediately reacted to the sight of her, and a teasing smile spread across her lips.

"You appreciate the change, I see," she said with a laugh in her voice.

Without hesitation, I dropped my suitcase and backpack right on the floor and moved toward her.

"Are we celebrating something tonight?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes, you. Simply you," she whispered charmingly as I pressed my body against hers.

I pinned her against the living room wall, my lips grazing her earlobes and neck while she pressed against me, her body trembling with anticipation.

I continued my gentle caresses until she was drunk with desire before moving up to her mouth and capturing her lips.

Her breath panted against my mouth, and her lips parted to let me in.

My tongue immediately went to meet hers, and I savored her taste.

Desire overwhelmed me like molten lava, and my hands grabbed the hem of her top to remove it.

As it passed over her head, I discovered her transparent black tulle bra that revealed her tender nipples.

Damn! She was sexy! My sex twitched in my boxers, and I nearly climaxed on the spot.

A raw growl escaped my lips, and Eva laughed, seeing the effect she had on me in this tantalizing lingerie.

Without wasting time, I pulled down her pants to discover the matching thong whose transparency revealed more than it concealed.

And then, blackout.

She had completely waxed.

I let out a rough growl and, like a caveman, lifted her in my arms and carried her to the couch where I laid her down like an offering to my pleasure.

Then, falling to my knees, I pressed my mouth against her sex to devour her through the thin fabric.

Eva moaned, grabbing my hair with both hands.

I needed more. Much more. With a feverish gesture, I pulled her thong down along her satin legs and devoured her sex fully.

Eva's hips rose under the intensity of the pleasure, but I kept her pressed against my mouth and penetrated her with my tongue.

Her incoherent moans filled our loft as I inflicted the most exquisite torment on her.

Then I pushed two fingers into her while continuing to stimulate her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

Her sex was so soft, so tight, it drove me completely crazy.

When the orgasm violently shook her, I kept my tongue pressed against her sex to prolong her pleasure.

Eva was still panting when I placed a final kiss on her wet slit and straightened up. I undressed in the blink of an eye, and when Eva wanted to remove her bra, I stopped her.

"No, let me do it."

Very gently, I unhooked it and admired her milky breasts before taking one in my mouth.

Eva was exquisite. She reached for my sex and caressed me along my entire length.

Damn! It felt so good. I enjoyed her expert caresses before stopping her with a voracious kiss and aligning my turgid shaft with her entrance.

And then, my eyes firmly anchored in hers, I plunged into her in one long thrust. We both let out a moan of pleasure before I began to move.

It was a delight, pure torture. I felt like a teenager discovering sex for the first time.

Eva smiled, mocking, and I took revenge by penetrating her more ardently, accelerating my thrusts.

Our moans mingled as I withdrew from her body only to return.

"You drive me crazy, Eva," I whispered as I pounded into her.

Then, unable to hold back any longer, I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist to feel her better against me. Our embrace wasn't just physical; I loved Eva, even if I had almost forgotten it. My mouth seized hers in a desperate kiss. I needed to merge with her in every possible way.

I felt Eva's legs contract around my waist and her hands dig into the muscles of my back. The orgasm seized her a few seconds before I tipped over too, burying myself deeply in her. My sperm spurted in burning jets as my arms held Eva against my body as if never to let her go again.

Much later, I opened my suitcase and joined Eva in front of the fireplace, my packages in hand.

"I have a surprise for you," I whispered as I approached her, a smile on my lips.

Eva looked up at me with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness.

Her fingers brushed mine as she delicately took the package I was holding out to her.

She unwrapped it gently, and a radiant smile lit up her face when she discovered the soft wool hat and matching scarf I had chosen for her.

Her bright eyes dove into mine, and she wrapped her arms around my neck to kiss me tenderly.

"Thank you," she breathed, with palpable emotion in her voice.

It was one of the things I adored about Eva, this rare ability to marvel at such a simple gift, when so many others would expect expensive jewelry or costly presents.

I watched her tenderly as she put on the hat and wrapped the scarf around her neck, her gestures filled with joy.

She was irresistibly adorable all bundled up like that, and I couldn't help but lean toward her to capture her lips.

She burst out laughing, happy, and I wanted to engrave this moment in my memory forever.

"It's perfect, thank you," she whispered, giving me a smile filled with love.

"Wait, that's not all... I have another surprise for you."

I then presented her with the small box of Norwegian pastries that I had carefully brought back.

"Oh my God! You remembered!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening with wonder.

A spontaneous laugh escaped me at her enthusiasm.

I had forgotten how much she loved Scandinavian sweets.

But instead of handing her the box, I held it out of her reach with a playful gleam in my eye.

She rose on tiptoe trying to catch it, and I took advantage to pull her with me in a controlled fall onto the couch.

She went along with it, laughing heartily, her chestnut hair spreading across my chest.

For the first time in a long time, I felt completely happy and at peace with myself.

Audrey knocked on my office door late Monday afternoon. The tension within me was palpable. My hands were clammy, and my heartbeat erratic. I had barely seen her last week, and I knew this moment would come.

When she crossed the threshold, her perfume filled the room. She advanced with that natural grace that had so troubled me these past weeks and began to circle my desk as usual. Despite my inner turmoil, I stopped her with a firm voice.

"Stay where you are, Audrey."

She froze, disconcerted. Her deep blue eyes widened with surprise.

"What's happening, Tristan?" she whispered, her voice slightly trembling. "Why this sudden distance? Why have you been avoiding me for days? What have I done to deserve this treatment?"

Her vulnerability stabbed me right in the heart.

The distress emanating from her was almost palpable, and every word she spoke resonated like a reproach.

I contemplated her perfect features for a moment, cursing my past weakness.

I should never have let things go so far between us.

Because of my ambiguous attitude, I had let her believe that a future between us was possible. Yet, it wasn't.

"As you know, I'm in a relationship," I reminded her, forcing myself to harden my voice. "It's better that we maintain a strictly professional distance from now on."

An enigmatic smile formed on her lips.

"What are you so afraid of, Tristan?" she asked me softly. "The feelings you might have for me?"

She took a step forward, stopping just in front of my desk.

"It's already too late. I see how your gaze lingers on me when you think no one notices. I hear that special inflection in your voice when you address me. I feel your reluctance every evening when it's time for us to part."

Her words chilled me. Had Eva perceived these same signs? Guilt overwhelmed me, toward Eva whom I was betraying with my thoughts, toward Audrey to whom I had inadvertently given false hopes.

"I'm sincerely sorry, Audrey," I declared firmly. "But my choice is made. You will never be more than my assistant, whose professional skills I appreciate."

I knew my words were harsh, but this brutality seemed necessary to cleanly cut the dangerous bond between us. She took the blow, her eyes clouding for a moment before she raised her head with an admirable pride.

"Struggle all you want, Tristan," she replied with disconcerting assurance. "We both know you already belong to me. You're clinging to this relationship out of chivalry, but your heart has already chosen."

With these words, she pivoted on her heels and left my office with royal elegance. The sharp click of the door resonated behind her.

I collapsed into my chair, exhausted but strangely relieved. I had held firm against temptation. Certainly, it would take time for my body to stop reacting to her presence, for my heart to find a normal rhythm when she entered a room, but I was determined to succeed.

I took out my phone and composed a message for Eva.

TRISTAN : How about a night just the two of us, tonight?

Her response didn't take long.

EVA : I'd love that... Do you have something in mind?

TRISTAN : Do you like surprises?

EVA : Always!

I spent the next thirty minutes, smiling, meticulously planning our evening.