Page 154 of Sinful Lies

His gaze lowered, tracking the way my hands skimmed over his thighs.

“Madame Jean, propriétaire du château de Chambord, accepterait de vous louer ce château emblématique de l’histoire des rois de France…”

He snapped his attention back to the screen as I pressed my lips against his groin through his pants, dragging my tongue slowly, already feeling him harden.

He inhaled deeply. “Merci beaucoup, Monsieur DuMarais.”

I yanked his zipper down, quiet but swift, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and cursed under his breath.

My finger slowly traced the shape of his bulge before I reached for the top of his boxer briefs and lowered them, freeing his cock.

“Je vous en prie, Monsieur Lazzio. Examinons ensemble le contrat que votre employée, Madame Whitenhouse, m’a envoyé hier.”

I leaned in, my lips just brushing his cock, my voice low. “That’d be me.”

Angelo remained silent as I let my tongue lick him slowly from base to top, his pulse growing under my tongue.

I heard his breathing change ever so slightly as I did it again, this time reaching the top and circling it with my tongue before taking it between my lips, my eyes fixed on his face.

“Nous aimerions renégocier le contrat, non pas pour 30 millions de dollars, mais pour 28.”

My hands gripped his cock, a low groan rumbling in his chest as his eyes shot me a dark look.

I shook my head and mouthed, “Do not negotiate.”

I took him back in my mouth, sucking slowly, and feeling him deliciously hit the back of my throat. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me back up briefly before lowering me down again.

His dick throbbed even faster, and I rolled my eyes as he slipped from my lips just long enough for me to catch my breath before I quickly sucked him down again.

“Le contrat est non négociable, Monsieur DuMarais. Donc, à vous de décider si vous souhaitez continuer avec nous,” Angelo said, his voice a tiny bit breathless, whichalmostmade me giggle.

“Très bien. Nous acceptons alors votre proposition,” Monsieur DuMarais said, his voice smooth and assured. “Je vais vous envoyer le contrat signé par mon secrétaire. Au revoir, Monsieur Lazzio.”

As soon as the meeting wrapped up, Angelo tipped his head back, fingers digging into my scalp as he shoved my mouth down on him harder.

“Fuck, Jade, that feels too damn good,” he groaned.

I finally let out a throaty moan I’d been stifling through that dull meeting, feeling him pop out of my mouth.

Without missing a beat, I took his balls in my mouth, my hands expertly stroking his shaft as I sensed his thighs start to tense.

“Where can I?—”

He barely had time to finish before I dove back down, taking him deep in my throat, and sucking like my life depended on it.

A loud groan tore from his lips as he came in my mouth.

Fucking glorious.

I swallowed every drop, then teasingly licked the tip a few times before pulling him back under his briefs, planting soft kisses on the fabric before zipping him up with a satisfied grin.

“Feeling better now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed incredulously.

I gave his chair a playful shove, sending him rolling back just enough for me to stand.

As I bent down to grab my dress, I felt his hands circle my waist, pulling me back onto his lap.

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