happened. He snapped out of it. “What the fuck are you doing, Julia,” he said. “Nothing.” I looked down. I was so embarrassed. Like such an idiot. Like who in their right mind strips naked at The Louvre? At the most famous museum in the entire world? I don’t know why that made it worse. But somehow it did. “Julia, where are your clothes,” he said in a husky voice. “I’m sorry Jake,” I said. “I’m so stupid. I’m just a ridiculous, stupid little girl.” My chest spasmed as tears rushed from my eyes. I wanted to hide. From him. From the world. I was such an idiot. Black streaks of mascara ran down my cheeks. My head hung from my shoulders like an useless weight. “Jules, don’t cry,” he said. “Please. It’s okay.” That just made it worse. I totally unravelled. The type of crying where you sound like a wild animal. I was a stupid, idiot, crybaby animal. It couldn’t get any worse. “I’m such an idiot,” I said in choked and garbled words. “Jules, please,” he said. His hand touched my chin. Lifted my face to look up into his. His sky blue eyes were a thunderstorm of hunger and heat. My pussy instantly flooded with anticipation. With desire. I rubbed my palm over the thick lump of flesh in his pants. He pushed against me, backed me up to the cool marble base. The hard lines of his cock pressed through his pants and warmed my belly. My hips rolled into him, rising and angling to give him access, even through the cloth. He looked around. “Where is everybody,” he said. “I don’t know,” I said. The pleasant but stern female voice cycled back through English and informed us of the ambiguous emergency that required the building to be cleared. I squeezed him through his pants. “It’s just us,” I said. His hips drove forward, pinned me, as his mouth came down to mine. His tongue slipped between my lips, found and embraced my tongue. His lips pressed against mine. Firm and furious. My head swam and knees would have buckled if he didn’t have me pinned against the sculpture. His hands went to my hips and traced up to my breasts. He kneaded my full flesh and teased around my nipples. Just brushing against them and then backing off. I ached for his touch. He kissed me deeply, endlessly. His fingers latched onto my hard buds. Squeezed and rolled them. Tugged and teased them. Chills swept through me. Tingled in my toes. My insides clenched and grew wet. He throbbed against me. Urgent. Impatient. I unzipped him and pushed his pants down enough to get access to his boxer briefs. I pulled down the elastic and his thick cock slapped my belly. The contact sent a hot chill into me. Straight into my womb. My insides clenched, sending another flood dripping down my thighs. I took him in one hand and squeezed. Felt his heartbeat in his shaft. That strong and steady beat. Felt the thick vein under my fingertips. Felt the intimidating girth. I stroked him gently up and down. He felt so good. I wanted him inside me. Stretching me open and filling me up. His mouth left mine as he pulled my head to the side. He slid the scarf down and kissed the side of my neck. He nipped and licked until my whole body vibrated. A buzz that made the world tilt away. He made me feel so good. I wanted to do that for him. I dropped to my knees. Both hands holding his erection. I popped the head into my mouth. Felt my lips stretch around the spongy dome. I sucked in with a tight seal and my cheeks caved inward. He slid in a little deeper. I looked up and met his eyes. His jaws clenched. He grabbed my head. His long fingers gripped each side. He held me still as he bucked forward. His cock slammed into the back of my throat. I gagged. Not ready for it. Tried to push his hips back so I could get a breath. I couldn’t move. His firm hands held me in place. I shoved against him with no effect. My chest heaved as I tried to shut down the gagging reflex. He finally pulled