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Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Antoine Laconte. No infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment only and I make no money from this.
Rated: R
Comments: This is the sequel to “The Birthday Gift.” I want to thank Indie for the wonderful picture. If you have any comments send them to dedisladyhawk@hotmail.com
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It had been nearly six months since he had seen her. To be honest he hadn’t expected to see her at all, but there she was on the sidewalk. She was just as beautiful as the night she had come to him. He could still remember how scared she had been as she stood before him. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail and looked delicious in her blue jeans and black sweater.
He stiffened when a young man approached her and she embraced him. She kissed him and his heart fell into his feet, she had a boyfriend. No wonder he hadn’t heard from her. He wondered how long they had been together. He watched her as she walked with him and he helped her into his car. They drove away and he stood there for a moment.
The man had been attractive. He wasn’t tall, dark, and handsome like Antoine. The man was only an inch or two taller then Janice. Antoine was taller. He remembered how when he had held her the top of her head fit perfectly under his chin. This guy probably worked out but he seemed average. Sandy blonde hair, cut short and neatly styled. Looked like he bought his clothes at some cheesy department store, yet he had a nice car, PT cruiser.
He looked like your typical “White Bread” mid level executive type. He guessed he probably grew up in the suburbs somewhere. He looked like Wally Cleaver. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much to see her with someone. It had been six months since they had spent the night together and it seemed obvious now that he wasn’t in her thoughts at all. He finished his coffee and threw some money on the table. He quickly left and slid behind the wheel of his silver sports car. He just wanted to get home. He had one free night this week and he wasn’t going to waste it worrying about her.
He went home and decided to relax in the hot tub. He tried to push her from his thoughts but she kept coming back. AS he sat there she just kept creeping back into him head. He could still remember every detail of that night, the way she tasted, and the way she felt. It was almost as if he could still feel her tentative touch. He had been with dozens of women since then but no one came close to that night with her.
He thought about it more. It had been a very long time since he had felt that attached to any woman. He thought it was an after effect, because the experience had been so pleasurable for him. Sex was usually good for him, he never failed to get some level of satisfaction even from his worst clients, but Janice was something special. He had never felt anything like he had felt that night.
She was so innocent, so pure. It hit him then, she had been a virgin, there was no way for her to fake the passion she had displayed. It wasn’t mechanical as it could sometimes be for him. Sometimes he had to admit he was going through the motions. He did achieve some level of satisfaction though, even from his worst clients.
When he was with other women he used his words, and actions to seduce them but they were for the most part willing. When it came to Janice it wasn’t about seduction, it was about gaining her trust. He groaned in frustration as he found himself getting aroused by the thought of her.
He rose from the hot tub and reached for his towel. He dried off and headed into his bedroom. He slipped into a pair of blue silk boxers. He pulled on a matching robe before picking up his phone. He ordered some Chinese and opened a bottle of wine. He figured he’d watch a little TV and just kick back.
Soon the food arrived and he took it into his living room. He unwrapped the chopsticks with his long fingers and tossed the paper aside. That was the one thing about being alone. He didn’t have to be suave, and charming. If he felt like leaving a trail of clothing from one end of the house to the other he could. However, God help anyone else how made a mess of his home. He sat back propping his bare feet up on his coffee table.
He had only taken a few bites when there was a knock at the front door. He set the box down with a sigh and stood up. “Who the hell could be bothering him at this hour?” he thought. He hoped it wasn’t some amped up client with a proposition. He yanked open the front door to find her standing there. He could tell instantly that she had been crying. Her eyes were red, her cheeks flushed. She was now wearing a pink silk blouse and a gray pleated skirt. She still looked stunning.
She stared at him for a moment. She saw he was wearing only boxers and his matching robe hung open revealing that beautiful smooth chest. His dark hair hung wildly around his face and her breath caught. She hadn’t even realized he had spoken.
“Janice,” he said, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I should have called first, if you’re with someone,” she started to turn and he reached for her grabbing her arm gently.
“No,” he said, “I am alone. Bella, what is wrong?”
“I’m sorry I just needed someone to talk to and I didn’t know where else to go,” she said, “I know it’s been a few months,”
“Come inside,” he said gently. She stepped inside and he closed the door behind her. He saw her slip her shoes off and kicked them aside. He walked around her to face her, “What is wrong?”
“I don’t even know where to start,” she said.
“At the beginning works,” he said.
“Thanks,” she sighed.
“I am sorry,” he said taking her hand, “Talk to me,”
“Okay,” she said, “A few months back I met someone, this guy Kevin. We work in the same building but different floors. He asked me out, went to dinner that whole deal, right?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Anyway, things were going really well between us until tonight,” she said.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Well I thought I was ready to have a more intimate relationship with him so we started messing around and everything,” her cheeks flushed as he looked at her, “I don’t know what happened, I mean I really like Kevin. I care for him he’s a great guy,” she paused, “I liked what he was doing, it felt nice,” she said, “But when it came time to actually do it I wasn’t,” she stopped and turned from him.
“Bella,” he said turning her back to him, “Finish,”
“I wasn’t…wet,” she said softly, “I don’t know why but I just wasn’t,”
“He did not try to take you like that?” he asked.
“No,” she said, “But he got mad and stormed out,” she said, “I blew it. He’ll never speak to me again,”
“If he would dump you over something like that then he’s not worth it,” said Antoine.
“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said crying now.
“Bella,” he said softly drawing her close, “There is nothing wrong with you, I can attest to that,”
“I just don’t understand what happened,” she started crying again and he pulled her close.
So many women had used their tears on him in an attempt sway him but when he saw Janice cry it tore at his heart. He ran his hand down her back as she wrapped her arms around him. She relaxed against him a bit as he hugged her to him. There she was, her head perfectly tucked under his chin. He pulled back to look at her but she kept her eyes down.
“Bella,” he said lifting her face to look at him, “It was not your fault. My suspicions are he simply didn’t know how to pleasure you properly,” said Antoine leaning in close.
“Antoine,” she said softly.
He pressed his lips to hers and as he did she felt her back against his front door. She opened her mouth to his as his strong hands slid over her body. She pressed her body to his as he probed her mouth eagerly. One hand cupped a breast while the other slid down over her buttocks. He began fondling and caressing her bringing her body to full attention. A moan escaped her as he touched her now eager body.
He moved his hands and quickly unbuttoned her pink silk blouse. His mouth was still plundering her as he pushed her blouse open. He almost ripped her bra trying to open it. God he wanted her so bad he could hardly control himself. He knew he had to slow down. He moved down and took a hard nipple into his hot mouth as she pressed against him.
“Oh god,” she moaned as he suckled her breast.
He teased and nipped at the sensitive peak and Janice moaned again as she felt a sudden rush of wetness between her legs. He quickly moved his hand to her front slipping it under her gray cotton skirt. She was wearing thigh high nylons trimmed with lace. Her skin was hot as he moved his hand over her. He could feel that she was defiantly aroused as he moved his hand up. He slipped his hand into her panties and she was thoroughly soaked. He tore his mouth from hers and kissed up to her ear as he began probing her.
“See Bella it is not you,” he whispered into her ear.
“Oh God,” she moaned as he caressed her, “Antoine, oh,” he felt her nails dig into his shoulder.
“If you wish me to stop tell me now, otherwise I shall take you right here,” he said.
“Take me Antoine, please,” she moaned.
“Si Bella,” he said.
She reached for him pulling at his robe. She pushed the robe back off his body and he dropped his arms to let it fall. “God that wonderfully smooth chest,” she thought. She shoved his boxers over his strong hips letting them pool around his ankles. He shoved her skirt up over her hips and yanked her panties aside. He lifted her up and she cried out as he sank into her hot chamber. She hung onto his shoulders as he thrusted up into her, her cries filling his ears.
“Oh, oh God,” she moaned, “Oh yes,”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to thrust into her filling her completely and releasing his passion for her. It had been so long since he felt such desire and passion for a woman it made his head swim. He soon felt her muscles tighten on him as she climaxed. He quickly followed and tried to brace them both so he could recover. She ran her fingers through his hair as he hugged her close. Soon his breathing slowed and he pulled back to look at her. She heard him lock his front door then.
“You will stay with me tonight,” he said to her. Janice knew he wasn’t asking her, he was telling her. She wasn’t about to argue with him.
“Yes Antoine,” she said softly.
He managed to get his boxers from around his ankles without dropping her. With her still in his arms, he carried her to the bedroom and laid her across his bed. She had never expected to be there with him again. She hadn’t known why she had turned to him at first but after the experience, she just had, she knew. She knew that if anyone could awaken her it would be Antoine. He had all ready brought her to the breaking point before and she knew he could do it again.
“Now Bella,” he said softly, “Now I wish to savor you,”
“Yes Antoine,” she gasped.
He pressed his lips to hers kissing her slowly, deeply, tasting every inch of her sweet mouth. He moved from her to remove the rest of her clothes before rejoining her on the bed. He took his time this time placing gentle kisses on her face before moving down her neck. His mouth moved across her throat, the hairs of his beard scraping against her soft skin. He slowly moved down her body lingering over her, savoring the taste and softness of her skin.
He once again teased and nipped at her skin as he moved across her firm round breasts. “Real breasts,” he thought to himself, he almost laughed. She was so beautiful, so innocent, and it drove him to distraction. He moved further down her body across her flat stomach to the sweet valley that rested between her legs. Maybe it was because she was so pure that she still tasted so sweet to him.
Her soft moans sounded so musical to him as he caressed her body. She was so willing to let him touch her once more. She parted her legs to him as he began kissing and caressing her thighs. He did smile when he felt her fingers in his hair guiding him to touch her, to drink of her sweetness. He quickly obliged feeling a shudder pass through her as he took a deep taste of her. He explored her so deeply, so thoroughly, causing her whole body to quiver and shake.
He was drunk on the taste of her and could not hold back any longer. He moved up and she reached for him as he sunk himself into her warmth. She hugged him close and he held still as she clung to his shoulders. Her breaths were breaking in fast pants against his neck and he whispered into her ear then.
“Easy, Bella,” he said soothingly, “Relax and enjoy,”
She relaxed and released her grip on him. As Antoine began to move inside her she did something he didn’t expect, she met his gaze head on. Their eyes locked and they were both mesmerized as they watched the pleasure of the moment express itself on their faces. Antoine hadn’t had that happen before, with most clients, either they or he himself would look away, close their eyes, but at that moment, he couldn’t.
The look in her eyes nearly stole his breath as he thrusted into her. Never had he seen such shear ecstasy come out so strongly. Her moans washed over him like a warm wave; it was something he had never felt before. He had made women scream, and thrash wildly in his bed but to see this display actually made his desire and passion grow deeper. In that instant Antoine realized he wasn’t just having sex, he was making love.
“Antoine,” she moaned as he quickened his pace, “Oh…yes, Antoine, yes,”
“Bella,” he moaned.
He felt her nails in his wet flesh as he continued to move inside her. Soon he felt it the muscles within her tightening. She cried for him as the pleasure shook her body. She arched wildly under the power of it, and Antoine continued milking more from her all ready exhausted body. Her body complied as she cried out again and again for him.
Finally, with one last shudder her muscles tightly clamped down on him causing him to pump his warmth deep inside her. He lowered himself to her and was grateful when she embraced him. As he lay there, he felt her body shaking. He looked up at her face to see she was crying. He quickly moved from her and moved to pull her close.
She didn’t fight him this time; she hugged him tight and sobbed against him as he held her close. He stroked her back and hair until the tears stopped and she relaxed against him. He soon looked down to see she was sound asleep in him arms. He lay there for a while letting himself drift off for a short time.
Janice awoke to movement outside the bedroom. She stretched and smiled seeing that Antoine had covered her with his silk sheets. He wasn’t in the bed so Janice decided to see what he was doing. She slipped his silk robe on. She could smell his cologne on it and loved the way it felt against her skin. She left the bedroom and went out to find Antoine in the kitchen. He was in front of the microwave reheating his dinner. She walked over and lifted herself up onto a stool. He turned and smiled at her.
“You sort of interrupted my dinner,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I’m not,” he said. He poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said, “I didn’t mean to invade your plans,”
“Do not worry about it,” he said, “I was hoping I would see you again,”
“Really?” she smiled.
“Well actually,” he said, “I saw you this afternoon downtown,”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I thought it might be a bit awkward,” he said; “I mean we have not spoken in six months. I did not know how you would react to seeing the man who took your virginity when you were with your boyfriend. I assume you did not tell him that you lost your virginity to a gigolo,” he said.
“No,” she said reaching across the counter and taking his hand, “I told him that my first time was very special, with someone I cared for, and that I wouldn’t change it for the world,”
“Someone you care for?” he said innocently enough.
“You gave me the most incredible experience I’ve ever had,” she said, “I will never forget that night as long as I live and you will always have a special place in my heart Antoine. You aren’t just some gigolo to me. You are a caring and sensitive human being, more then that I consider you a friend,”
“A friend,” he said with a smile, “Would you like some Chinese?”
“Sure,” she smiled. Antoine fixed up two plates, as Janice looked around a bit. She noticed the bar hanging from the ceiling, “What is that for?” she asked pointing to it.
“That is for working out,” he said.
“All right,” she said.
“You use gravity boots,” he said, “You hang upside down and do curls, like sit-ups,”
“God, talk about a head rush,” she said, “I’ll pass,”
“It is not for everyone,” he said passing the plate back to her.
“This looks good,” she smiled.
They ate and when they were finished Antoine took her back to his bedroom, and more importantly back to his bed. It was supposed to have been his night off but being with Janice was hardly work. He knew he was beginning to have genuine feelings for her; it excited him and scared him at the same time.
He made love to her again before letting sleep come to them. She rested peacefully next to him and he realized that she was the only woman he had ever let spend the night. Twice now she had shared his bed until morning, and he welcomed the feel of her next to him.
He couldn’t help but watch her as she slept, her hair spread out on his pillow. He reached out gently caressing her soft cheek. She stirred slightly as a smile played over her lips. Could it be? Could this be what love feels like? Before he could ponder it any further sleep came over him.
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Janice awoke the next morning and found Antoine gone from the bed. She heard noise from outside the bedroom, and noticed he had shut the door. She moved from the bed quietly and walked over to the doors. Through them she could hear Antoine and the voice of a woman talking low. Panic seized Janice at that moment. She grabbed up her clothes and ran into his bathroom.
Antoine had practically leapt from the bed when he heard the knocking. He had shut the doors in a vain attempt to shield Janice. She was no fool; she knew full well what he did for a living but still. Last night had been magical and he knew this interruption would break the fragile spell. He pleaded with the woman to leave, trying to charm her into keeping her voice down. This wasn’t what he wanted, and for the first time Antoine was ashamed of his ‘job’. She finally left and he hoped Janice had not heard, but it was too late.
She was shaking as she put her clothes on. What had she been thinking coming back to him? He’s a gigolo; did she really expect him to have true feelings for her? She was just another warm body to him. As she lay in his bed he was talking to another woman just feet away from her. He was no doubt setting up an “appointment” with her. She fought to keep tears from escaping her eyes. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She quickly dressed and when she came out she saw Antoine closing the doors after him.
“Where are you going?” he asked seeing her dressed.
“I’m leaving,” she said coolly.
“Bella,” he said walking towards her, “What is wrong?”
“Don’t call me that,” she said, “Now just get out of my way, I’m leaving,”
“Why are you acting this way? What have I done?” he asked.
“I just think I better leave before another one of your clients shows up,” she said, “I’m sure you’ll want to change the sheets for your next conquest,” she said pushing past him.
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” he asked going after her.
“Listen, last night was a mistake,” she said, “And one I don’t plan on making again,”
“How can you say that?” he asked, “Janice, you are not just another client to me, surely you know that,”
“Just because you don’t want my money? It doesn’t make me your girlfriend; you’re still sleeping with other women. There will never be anything between us,” she said as she picked up her shoes and reached for the door. He placed a hand against it pushing it shut.
“I sent her away,” he said.
“There will be others Antoine,” she said stiffly a sob, “Please, let me go,”
“Bella,” he said softly.
“Please, don’t,” she said.
Antoine heard her voice waver then and he felt a sharp stab in his chest. This was the last thing he had wanted. He had never wanted to hurt her, far from it. He also didn’t want her to feel trapped by him; he didn’t want to fight with her. It took everything he had to move away from her at that moment.
Her heart fell as he moved from the door letting her pull it open. She stepped outside and put her shoes on. As she walked away her heart was pounding. If he would have only said what she had wanted to hear. If he had come after her, vowed to stop being a gigolo, professed his love, something, but instead he let her walk away. She couldn’t help but let a tear slip down her check as she walked down the hall towards the steps.
Once in her car Janice let the sob escape her body. She cried freely gripping the steering wheel in her hand. She looked back at the complex with a pain in her heart. She put the car in gear as another sob racked her body.
“I curse the day I met you,” she said with a sob.
He had been frozen by her words and at a loss for what to do. He sat inside on his sofa, his head resting in his hands, and a stabbing in his heart. It was the first time he had felt that insecure, that scared, and that confused. For the first time in his life he was at a loss for words. He had no idea what he could have said to make her stay. All he could do was watch as she walked away from him and out of his life, possibly forever.