Page 14 of A Royally Fake French Menage
Specific taste in her spies.
I wasn’t so sure on Genie’s aptitude about intrigue, though she must be reasonably business savvy. But there was a difference between a boardroom and a French salon. Both were savage places where a word held several meanings. Not that she was a stranger to our language by any means, nor probably as half as out of practice as me. But I hadn’t had a chance to warn her before Jacques accosted me before, either, or when I crashed afterward.
I only wished it had been in their arms.
Either of them.
Both.
"I didn't check who Monique sent to her." Jacques pulled my belt from around the back of his neck, snapping the leather between us. “I’m sure we will find out shortly. You may rearrange the household as you see fit.”
"Bullshit." I didn’t so much as flinch when he snapped the leather, though it annoyed me that he lied to my face.
The man knew everything that happened on the estate. But we both knew that any chances I made her this weekend wouldsimply be changed back the moment I drove back to the airport and myotherlife.
So far, the only staff that had spoken to me was Jacques. The rest were either feeling their way along to who I'd become, didn’t trust me any longer, or the step monster had threatened them unsuitably before I stepped over the threshold.
I voted for a heady mixture of the last two.
Thank fuck I’ll be out of here in just over forty-eight hours.
“Probably.” Jacques answers my unspoken sentiment, reading my mind, as always. Another skill I admired in him. His talent to be able to read a room and slide into conversation anywhere. It was as though I were the unskilled one, and him thecourtierin this situation. He pressed the button on my pants, and finished tucking my shirt in, pleating the folds meticulously.
I closed my eyes at the sensation of his hands on me, remembering the last time we were together, before I left. How his palm gripped firmly around my throat, his cock lodged deep inside me while I dampened the sheets beneath us with my sweat, cum and tears.
"I enjoyed making you come, my lord." Jacques’s fingers brushed over my cock. My eyes drifted shut at the reminder. Still lost in my memories, I hardened beneath the silk blend of my pants as he tugged at my fly. He stopped halfway, and my eyes fluttered open. "Did I catch on something?" he asked, quietly.
My cock throbbed against the knuckles that nestled just inside my pants as he worked the zipper, rubbing up and down a few times.
The world dimmed the edges as I stared at him. "Perhaps you’d best take a closer look."
“I’m not sure it needs quite that, my lord.” His affection, the way he spoke to me, sent my body into an arch as he rubbed his fingertips over the front of my pats. Fuck, he’d ruin me before I left for dinner at this rate. Jacques’s smile sharpened. He knelt,slowly bringing his face level with my crotch. "Perhaps there's a thread caught."
Any other time I would've laughed at his audacity, but his touch had me so fucking ready to blow.Again.
And I hadn’t done anything for him yet.
“I'd rather not leave a mess where anyone can see it," I said, keeping my face as expressionless as possible.
We both knew this game. If someone came in and saw us, he'd be sacked and would leave the residence without a reference. Another job with a family of repute would be beyond difficult for him to achieve at that point.
Monique excelled at destroying others, reveled in it.
He ran his knuckles along the length of my cock as I hardened painfully inside the slowly closing confines of my pants. "I think I've got it," he said, softly.
I stared straight down at him. My voice hardened, though I kept my volume low. "Use your teeth."
Jacques dropped his hands and leaned forward, gently taking my zip in his teeth and drew it upward. When he reached the absolute top, he worked the flap over my zip, concealing the majority of my arousal and pressed dry kiss against my crotch, tracing his fingertips lightly over my shape until an unwilling moan tore from my lips. "Welcome home, my lord."
Once more, maybe twice, and I’d ruin everything he just fixed.
Or maybe that had been his goal all along.
Sensation fanned through my crotch, heating my concealed flesh until even the jacket felt too damn tight. I allowed the corner of my mouth to flick up. "I think the last time I was here I was screaming, and you were lodged inside my ass. "
"But that game has two doors." He pressed his mouth to my crotch again and kissed my aching cock.
I allowed another soft groan to tumble from my lips just as the door to my room opened.I should have fucking locked it.But instead of the alarm I felt registering in his eyes, disappointment washed over his features. I only had a brief glimpse before I spun away, flicking the button of my jacket over the damp mark he left as the only evidence of our favorite playtime.
