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and my eyes flew open.  We had arrived at the Eiffel Tower. “Our first stop this afternoon.” Gaston smiled.
    “We will continue this up there,” Alain promised, his voice low and husky.
    We didn’t stand in the long queues with the rest of the crowd. Instead we were whisked into an elevator immediately with only a handful of people. I was excited and eager to drink in the sights of Paris from the top of the Eiffel tower.
    Alain stood behind me. His arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me to him, his erection pushing into my back. Oh, hello big boy.
    His nose was in my hair, inhaling slowly, as if he was breathing me in. He planted a kiss at the nape of my neck as his hand slipped inside my blouse and cupped my breast. Oh my God. My body stiffened and my mouth went dry.
    “Just relax and enjoy,” he whispered into my hair. Slowly his thumb and forefinger caressed my nipple till it pebbled. The hand around my stomach slipped lower and came to rest just at the apex of my thighs, his palm pressing softly into me. I closed my eyes tightly as I bit into my lower lip. Both my hands were gripping the railing in front of me, my knuckles white as I tried to suppress a moan.
    “Open your eyes, ma cherie,” he whispered, “and always remember how you first saw Paris from the top of the Eiffel tower.”
    As if I could ever forget this.
    White buildings sprawled below us into the distance. It was breathtaking. I drew a deep breath at the sheer beauty of it. Alain chuckled at my reaction. “Not as beautiful as you,” he whispered.
    The doors opened and he tugged me toward the landing. I needn’t have worried; the other couples were so engrossed in the sights of Paris, that they were hardly aware of us. Or maybe they were just too polite to let on they saw him caressing me so intimately.
    Holding my hand tightly he proudly led me onto the platform, pointing out the Sacre Coeur in the distance. “That’s our next stop this afternoon.” He sure had it all planned out. I squinted my eyes so I could see farther, trying to burn this moment into my memory.
    Just then, Alain handed me a small parcel, beautifully wrapped. “I think you will need this now,” he smiled, clearly very pleased with himself. What could it be? My fingers trembled as I untied the bow and ripped open the wrapping paper to reveal a small digital camera.
    “You can’t come up here and not record this moment for eternity.” He grinned, his eyes gleaming intensely as he scanned my face.
    My throat closed, making it nearly impossible to speak. “Oh, Alain, it's very thoughtful of you, but I can’t accept such an expensive gift.”
    “Well I can’t return it, it is not possible,” he said, as he pointed to a small engraving on the side.
     
    Rebecca, Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take but by the moments that take your breath away. Love Alain.
     
    “ You take my breath away,” he said softly.
    I did what any normal person would do under the circumstances; I reached up on my toes and planted a big kiss on his cheek.
    “That’s all the thanks I get? I expected more.”
    I giggled at him as I turned the camera on, like a little girl with a new toy, and I snapped a picture of him, arms crossed and frowning at me in mock anger. But then he burst out laughing and flashed me the hottest smile I had ever seen on a man’s face. My fingers nearly froze, but luckily I managed to press the button and capture his smile for posterity.
    A woman who’d been watching us being silly, offered to take a picture. “You must be on your honeymoon,” she blurted.
    Alain pulled me possessively toward him, kissing my cheek. I grinned like a goof who just won the lottery jackpot. The woman had been clicking away, when she stopped abruptly, staring at Alain. A light of recognition flashed across her face. “Aren’t you Alain du … ?” she started.
    But before she could say more, Alain interrupted. “Oh no, you are mistaking me for someone