I looked over all of the outfits with a small frown. I spotted a little French maid outfit and smiled. I put it on, the tiny little dress was perfect. I found a black garter belt and put it on, attaching them to  sheer stockings with lace alone the top. I put on a pair of black panties over it before finally putting on a pair of black heels.

I giggled, looking in the mirror. I ran my hands down my sides, my fingers brushing over the soft fabric. I knew Frank was probably getting antsy out there but I couldn't help but admire myself again for a moment.

I walked out and smiled when I saw Frank's jaw practically drop to the ground.

"Holy..." he breathed, trailing off and seemingly at a loss for words.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," I said, trying my best to be seductive, a sultry tone dripping from every syllable. "Je m'appelle, Gee."

"Fuck," he muttered. "I didn't think there was a language sexier than Italian but you've proved me wrong."

I smirked and picked up the little black feather duster I had found with the outfit. Frank was practically drooling over me and I smirked as I turned my back to him. I fixed some things on a shelf, bending over slightly.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

I looked back and saw him sitting in the armchair, palming himself through his slacks. I went over to the coffee table in front of him, shifting the incense holder slightly. Frank watched me as I stood between his legs, dropping the duster. I got down onto my knees in front of him and he cursed quietly.

"Monsieur," I muttered.

I reached forward, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his slacks. My hand wrapped around his erection, stroking slowly. I licked up from the base to the tip of his cock and he cursed. My tongue swirled around his tip before I took him into my mouth. I whimpered, gagging around him as I took as much of him into my mouth that I could.

His hand tangled into my hair and I whimpered, looking up at him. Our eyes locked and Frank pulled at my hair. I moaned, the pain doing nothing but wonders. My hand reached out, going to rub his balls. Frank gasped, his head tipping back.

"Shit," he moaned. "Ah fuck."

I pulled off, stroking him slowly. He pushed me back down onto him and I gagged as he rocked his hips up. Frank moaned, his hand pulling my hair harder. He pulled me off him but I whimpered, shaking my head. I wanted him to come in my mouth, I wanted him to feel good. I took him back into my mouth and he cursed.

"Fuck, Baby, wait, I'm gonna come," he gasped.

I smirked proudly, moving my mouth on him quickly. Frank pushed me off him and I pouted, my lips swollen as spit fell from my mouth. He stood up, pulling me up to my feet. Frank guided me to turn around with my back to him and get onto my hands and knees on the coffee table.

I could feel him behind me as he held my hips. He grabbed my panties and pulled before I heard a ripping sound as he tore off my panties. I gasped, whimpering as I pushed my ass back against his crotch. A bottle of lube opened and I quickly felt two fingers pressed against my hole. I whined, pushing back impatiently.

I moaned when he slowly pushed one in. I bit my lip as he quickly added a second. He moved them slowly, pumping them in and out and scissoring them to stretch me. He crooked his fingers, pressing them against my prostate. I moaned, my hips rocking back.

Frank pulled his hand away and I felt his hand on my hip. He pushed in slowly and I moaned. He bottomed out and he groaned quietly. Tinges of pain washed over me but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that I was feeling. He pushed the dress up a little bit more around my waist.

I gasped, my heart racing as he began rocking his hips. I pushed back against him every time he snapped his hips forward, pleasure washing through me. He kept hitting my prostate dead on every time, my whole body burning with pleasure. I felt a sudden slap on my ass and I cried out, my hips jerking.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered.

That only got me another spank and I moaned. The coffee table was starting to hurt my knees but I never wanted this to fucking stop. I wanted more, so much more.

"Please, Monsieur," I begged.

"Shit," he groaned.

Frank pounded into me harder and I thought my arms might give out from under me. I held myself up, my body practically quivering with every touch. I closed my eyes, my heart racing.

"I-I'm close," I whimpered.

His hand wrapped around my erection and I cried out. He stroked me quickly, continuing to snap his hips into me. The twisting was building up, pulling tighter and tighter as it burned in the pit of my stomach.

"Please," I whimpered.

He grabbed my hips rougher, continuing his rough pace. I wanted to scream, I was so close. He turned his hips slightly and I cried out as pleasure washed over me. I came in his hand and a little over the coffee table. Frank groaned and I could tell he was close but not quite there. And oh god my ass was starting to hurt as he kept pounding into me.

"M-monsieur," I whimpered.

"Ah, fuck," he groaned.

With just a few more thrusts he was coming inside of me. I moaned as he rode out his orgasm before pulling out. My legs were shaking as he picked me up, my knees aching.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded and he got me out of my little outfit. Frank cleaned me up and carried me to the theater room to set me on the couch. He put a soft pair of panties on me and grabbed some ice packs for my knees.

"You okay, gorgeous?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said.

Frank turned on a movie and cuddled with me.

"You looked so cute in your little French maid outfit," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded, giving me a kiss.

"I can imagine you dressed like that everyday while we're living in Paris," he muttered.

"Yeah?" I asked and he smiled and nodded. "I would really like to live in Paris with you."

"I never imagined myself living in Paris but after meeting you I think I would like it," he said. "The only problem is the business...."

Frank said the last part like he hadn't actually meant to say it out loud.

"Can't you just run the business from Paris?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess I can," he mumbled.

He still seemed worried and I frowned.

"Didn't you wanna go to Italy?" I asked. "What would happen if you ran your business from Italy? Why would it be different from Paris?"

"It's just easier because we have family in Italy," he said.

"Oh," I mumbled.  "We can start a family in Paris."

"I would love to start a family with you," he said. "I love children."

"I wanna adopt sweet little babies," I said. "I would want older kids just to help out the older kids but I also want a baby. And not just finding a baby but finding a pregnant woman so we can be there when the baby is born too, we'll have them for their whole life."

"Yeah, I'd want that," he agreed.

I gave him a soft kiss and he smiled.

"I'd want a little baby that looks like you," I mumbled. "M-maybe we'd even have a surrogate?"

"A child with a surrogate mother for each of us?" He asked.

"How many kids are we gonna have?" I asked.

"I don't know, just a couple I think," he said. "Three, maybe four."

I nodded and he gave me a kiss.

"Is that okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "I think that sounds perfect."

"I can't wait," I said. "I love babies so much. I used to babysit a lot in high school, used to do that on the weekends to try and get money for food and clothes."

I smiled and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I never really did spend a lot of time with kids," he said. "I'm an only child and most all of my cousins are back in Italy."

"If we move to Paris then we can go to Italy on the weekends and you can run your business from there and just work from home the rest of the week," I said.

"You're so smart, Baby Boy," He said. "My little genius."

I smiled proudly and he kissed my cheek.

"Yeah, that'll work out," he said.

"But you've already got enough money to retire," I said.

"Yeah, I do but I just don't think I'm ready to retire just yet," he said. "I won't be retiring until I have a child to fill in and take my place over the business."

I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Baby Boy," he said.

I curled up close to him, closing my eyes.

"I can't wait to spend my life with you," I said.

Frank ran his fingers through my hair gently as he smiled down at me. I held his hand, giving it a soft kiss.

"You're the sweetest," he said. "I am so glad that I met you on that blind date."

"Me too,"  I said. "I almost wasn't going to go because I was just so nervous. I was thinking about canceling but thankfully I didn't or else I wouldn't have met you there and I wouldn't be here with you right now. I could've made a really big mistake, I could've missed you. But I'm so glad I didn't because I love you and I really do want to spend the rest of my life with you."