I was wearing the cutest outfit I had with me. I wore soft pink dress with white thigh highs that had pastel pink bows on the top and small pink heels with a little buckle going over my foot.

"You look adorable," Frank said.

I giggled as we got to the top of the Eiffel Tower and I gasped. I looked over, all of Paris below me.

"Wow," I breathed.

Frank smiled, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"We're really the only ones up here?" I asked.

"That's right, just us two above Paris," he said.

It was past one in the morning and the Eiffel Tower was now officially closed. All the places up here were closed but frank somehow got special permission to get us up here all alone.

"This is amazing," I said.

I looked over the edge, my heart racing from how high up we were.

"You scared?" He asked.

I shook my head and he kissed my cheek. I took some pictures before Frank spread out a blanket on the metal floor and opened the picnic basket. I giggled as he lit a candle and pulled out a radio that started playing soft French music.

"Come here," he said, patting the spot next to him.

I sat beside him and smiled. I thought that I might cry from just how downright happy I was.

"Daddy, this is amazing," I said.

Frank held my hand and grinned.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I whispered.

I wrapped my arms around him tight and he chuckled. I was so happy, my heart was racing so fast. He pulled away and reached into the basket, bringing out little containers.

"Tarte tatin!" I exclaimed.

"I got it from a bakery that's, like, five stars so everything there is really good," he said. "I also brought some crѐme brûlée, mont blanc, peach melba and petit gâteau. And some wine, of course."

My stomach growled and he smiled.

"Oh, this all sounds so good," I said.

Frank got out two plates and stuffed them both with desserts. I ate happily, listening to the pretty French music.

"I can't believe we're here," I muttered. "I'm at the top of the Eiffel Tower eating fancy French desserts with the boyfriend that I love. This is what I dream about late at night before bed. This is my greatest fantasy."

Frank smiled and we were quiet for a moment.

"What's your greatest romantic fantasy?" I asked.

"Mine is...huh, I never really thought about it before," he said. "No, I know exactly what my fantasy is. Tuscany, Italy, it's one of the best places in the world to watch the stars. I would want to go to one of the pretty fields in Tuscany and lay out a blanket at night and lay with my love and just watch the stars all night long until we fell asleep under the beautiful night sky. It's absolutely gorgeous there, Gee, the sky is purple and the stars are so bright, it's like looking at the galaxy."

"That sounds really amazing," I said. "I wouldn't mind going there."

"Well good because I want to take you there," he said. "It's going to be sweet and quiet and romantic."

I smiled, the cinnamon tarte tatin filling my mouth.

"Oh my god, this is so good," I moaned.

He chuckled and I fed him a bite.

"Fuck, I will fly all the way here to Paris every single day just to have this for dessert everyday," he said. "That's it, I am hiring a chef and flying back to New Jersey all the way from Paris just so he can cook for us all the time."

"That would be amazing," I said. "Oh man, I just wanna move to Paris. Imagine this being our life, imagine this just being a regular ol' Tuesday."

"Imagine us living here in Paris with our weekends in Italy," he said. "Imagine having a pretty little home here near the Eiffel Tower where we would raise our sweet little kids."

"Little kids?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to adopt some little kids," he said. "I love kids. Imagine our smart little kids speaking English, Italian and French."

"I bet they're gonna get the smartness from you," I said. "I was never that smart, I was put into dummies math when I was in school."

"Baby, you are not a dummy," he said. "Just because math isn't your forte, it doesn't make you dumb. That's like saying if a fish can't climb a tree then they're dumb. Intelligence isn't so black and white, it could be marked by anything. You're intelligent when it comes to art. I don't know shit about art, you're like a genius."

I giggled, giving him a hug.

"I've never been called a genius before," I mumbled. "Thank you so much."

He smiled, kissing my cheek. I sighed happily, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Baby Boy," he mumbled, kissing the top of my head.

"I wanna eat more now," I said.

He chuckled and I went right back to shoving my face with desserts.

"I'm gonna weigh ten more pounds by the time we go back to New Jersey," I said.

"Ten more pounds for me to love," he said. "More of you for me to cuddle."

I smiled, taking a bite of my crѐme brûlée.

"So, was the plane ride okay?" He asked.

"It was a lot nicer than I thought it would be," I said. "I always hear about how planes are so uncomfortable but it was so nice, even the food wasn't that bad."

"That's because I got us the best seats," he said. "I knew it was going to be a really long flight and I didn't want you getting uncomfortable."

"It was pretty scary," I said. "I had never been on an airplane and the security was one of the really scary things, they were all so big and scary.

Frank chuckled. "They are pretty scary. Airport security didn't used to be so strict, when I was younger it was a lot looser. After the twin towers it got a lot stricter and my first time going on a plane after 9/11 I was about...sixteen, I think. Seventeen? And I remember I got yelled at and fuck...I've seen a lot of shit in my time with the job but I cried."

I looked over at him with a small frown.

"Shit in the job?" I asked. "Y-you work in marketing."

"What?" He asked, looking up at me.

"You said that you've seen some shit but you just work in marketing, you sell things," I said. "How can you see shit there?"

"Oh," he mumbled. "No, just, like, sometimes with marketing I have shipments coming in from oversea so it can be pretty strict and stuff."

"Daddy, what was the phone call you made last night?" I asked.

"Nothing, nothing," he said. "Really, it was nothing."

"You sounded angry, you were yelling a lot," I said. "A-and it didn't sound like a very nice conversation."

"It must've just been because you were half asleep," he said. "Your sleepiness must have just made it seem bad. It wasn't, really, you must've imagined half of it. I was just talking with one of my workers about where to put a shipment."

"You...you wanted to beat someone," I whimpered.

"No, I would never want to do that to someone," he said. "Sometimes sleeping pills can cause pretty weird dreams."

I nodded, finishing up my food. I sipped wine, looking out at the beautiful lights below us. Frank leaned over, pressing his lips against mine. I whimpered, tangling my hands into his hair. He pressed me down on the blanket and I giggled.

"Daddy, a-am I about to have sex on top of the Eiffel Tower?" I asked.

"Do you want to?" He asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said.

"Naughty boy," Frank said with a small chuckle.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down against me. I whimpered as he ground against me slowly. My heart raced as that little burning knot began to form in the pit of my stomach. He hands ran up my thighs under my skirt, massaging the chubby skin.

"Here, Baby," he said.

I sat up and Frank helped take off my dress.

"Here, wait, let me make it a little more comfortable for you," he said.

He took off his suit jacket and rolled it up, putting it behind me on the metal floor. He laid me down gently so my head rest on the jacket like a pillow. He pulled off my panties, his hand wrapping around my semi. He stroked slowly and I moaned, rocking my hips up into his hand. He kissed and sucked along my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin.

Frank sat up and reached into the basket, pulling out a bottle that had French writing on it. After a closer look I saw that it was a bottle of lube.

"You came prepared?" I asked.

"I wasn't planning on this happening but if it did then I wanted to be prepared so I didn't hurt you," he said.

Frank set the bottle down, kissing me roughly. I pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off. I undid his belt and whined when I couldn't push his pants and boxers down passed his thighs. He helped me take them off, setting them aside.

"A-are we gonna get in trouble?" I asked.

"No, of course not," he said.

"How were you even able to set this up?" I asked.

"Well, because of my job in marketing I know some people from here and they work here in security and some work through government jobs and they owed me a favor," he said.

I nodded and he gave me a soft, gentle kiss. He coated his fingers in lube, running them over my hole. He slowly pushed one in and I let out a soft breath. He stretched me before rubbing lube over his erection, pushing in slowly. I gasped, tugging on his hair.

Frank picked up his pace, thrusting in at a constant pace. I moaned, my head tipping back. He grunted quietly, both our heavy breathing mixing in with the music.

"I love you," he muttered.

I whined, kissing him roughly. Frank pounded into me harder, his rough hands holding my hips tight. I cried out when he hit my prostate, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Please," I whimpered. "Oh god, please."

His hand wrapped around my erection and I gasped, bucking my hips up. Frank pulled out suddenly and I whimpered, shaking my head.

"Come here, il mio amore," he said.

He laid down and pulled me over onto his lap. I sank down onto him and gasped. I bounced on his lap, the new position filling me up so much more.

"Shit," I muttered.

Frank spanked me and I cried out.

"D-do that again," I begged.

He spanked me again and I felt ecstasy ricochet throughout my body as I came. I moaned, sinking down completely. I ground against him, moving my hips in slow circles.

"Shit, fuck," he muttered. "I'm gonna come."

I picked myself up before slamming down again. Oversensitivity washes over me and it hurt slightly but I didn't mind. I kissed along Frank's neck and finally felt him finish inside me. I rode out his orgasm before laying beside him as I giggled.

"We Just had sex on the fucking Eiffel Tower," I said.

Frank laughed, shaking his head.

"Why'd you take me here?" I asked.

"Because I love you," he said. "I wanna show you the world."

"Do you just wanna fuck at all the seven wonders of the world?" I asked.

"That would be an amazing achievement," he said. "But I just love you, Gee, I love you so much."

We laid together for a while, the two of us staring at the beautiful city while wrapped in each other's arms.