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Le Français Chapter 85-87
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 22:51:11 +0000 UTCChapter 85
Marc was… fucking amazing. Sinead couldn’t believe the things he was doing to her. Her body felt hot and cold, buzzing with energy and completely relaxed and mellow. He’d brought her up to a near-climax and then held her there for what might have been minutes, or hours, or something. Time was feeling loopy under the blindfold and she didn’t give a fuck because she’d just wanted to come and he wasn’t letting her, but the agony of being denied was awfully sweet.
Then he’d changed things up on her again. Part of Sinead thought the change of pace, keeping her on her psychological toes, was where he really shone. His pussy eating skills were top notch, but she’d already known that. His kissing game was also strong as fuck and left her wanting more every time he pressed his lips to hers.
And his cock tasted good. Manly, without being musky. Blowing him while blindfolded had been kind of a trip, let alone while handcuffed and unable to stroke him or direct his cock around. And when he took control, all she could really do was drop her jaw and let him use her mouth…
It was tough to argue with the effect it had on her, even if getting her mouth fucked was something she’d never thought she’d enjoy. And now she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.
Then he’d done it to her again, changing things up. He’d let her come on his tongue.
And God he must have been holding out on her on purpose or something because when he went from her sucking his cock to him licking her, he was using an entirely different technique. His tongue danced over her. His lips were soft and teasing where they’d been firm and demanding before. Both ways were good, and she’d almost come from the first technique several times, but the unexpected change sent new thrills through her.
“Oooh, fuckfuckfuck, you French fuck,” she moaned, gasping and panting, pulling on the handcuffs as her body tried to curl in on itself and her pussy felt like it was boiling over. Marc used his tongue as a hard little tip, circling around her clit, and his chin brushed smoothly over slick lips as he suddenly sucked on her hard.
Sinead came, feeling her hot juices leaking out of her, moaning into the darkness of her blindfold.
“Thank you,” she panted. “Thank you. So good. Thank you.”
She hated that she was fucking thanking him like a needy little… she wasn’t even sure what. But it babbled out of her anyways as her mind swam through the hazy murk of her orgasm.
She felt Marc climb up onto the bed, having lost track of him for a moment, from the side. Knee-walking across the mattress towards her head. She knew what was coming and turned her face in his direction, eagerly opening her mouth for him.
“Good girl, Sinead,” he growled softly, and his cock tapped against her lower lip twice before he fed her just the velvety tip.
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned, tasting that manly taste again mixed with a dash of his precum, letting her know he was enjoying this just as much as she was. He just had more control.
Then Marc leaned forward and started licking her pussy again with those teasing little touches and she rolled her hips, wanting more contact.
Except Marc was kneeling near her head, his cock in her mouth.
He wasn’t kneeling between her legs, eating her out.
But someone was.
She spit out his cock. “What the fuck!?”
- - - - -
“Shhhh, Sinead,” Marc said, resting his hands on her arms as the redhead yanked against her handcuffs instinctively. “Do you trust me?”
Felicity had given the woman a couple of licks, and when the Detective had reacted, she’d sat up and away. Marc had thoroughly enjoyed watching the blonde tease the redhead, Felicity being careful not to give away the game by brushing Sinead with her breasts or hair. He’d been a little concerned that the Detective would piece things together that Felicity didn’t have any stubble on her cheeks or chin, but his buxom partner in crime had gotten their ‘victim’ revved up to the point that she didn’t notice.
Sinead hesitated from pulling her hands loose from the hook in the bed frame, maybe at Marc’s touch or maybe at his words. He wasn’t stopping her from moving; his touch was quite possibly as gentle as he could make it, letting her know he was there but not seeking to impede her in any way. This was the most dangerous part of the game he’d set up for the evening and he knew it - he’d very much stretched the meaning of Sinead’s blanket consent by bringing in Felicity.
The question was whether the Detective was willing to be stretched or if she was going to snap.
“Who the fuck is here with us?” Sinead demanded. “Who’s been- Who- Who’s been eating my pussy!?”
Marc let his hands settle a little more firmly on Sinead’s arms. Still not holding her or stopping her, but reassuring her. “I thought that it was perhaps time for you to meet my dear Felicity, Detective. She’s been helping me out here and there with her opinions on our little game, as you know. She also helped me with a favour I had to call in for some information on your case.”
“Hello, darling,” Felicity said, smiling at Marc as she put her hands on Sinead’s shins just above where the spreader bar was still keeping the redhead wide open for both their view. “You are absolutely gorgeous, and I hope you don’t mind me saying that you taste delicious, too.”
“Oh my Gawd,” Sinead groaned, grimacing under the blindfold and clearly having a little mental war within herself about the situation - the multiple orgasms were likely not helping her clarity of thought. “Um. Hi.”
“Now, I think it’s prudent if I ask you again, ma petite rebelle,” Marc said. “Do you trust me?”
“After this?” Sinead scoffed. “Barely.”
“That’s not a no,” Felicity said with a little smirk.
Sinead let out a huff of air and bit the inside of her cheek for a moment. “Yeah, well, I am bare-ass naked right now. So barely trusting him fits.”
Felicity snorted at the awful pun, and Marc just rolled his eyes.
“I’d very much like to keep teasing you and making you come,” Felicity purred, sliding her hands up Sinead’s legs and swapping from her outer calf to inner thigh.
Sinead let out a delightful little grunt that was just one step away from a whimper.
“Watching you with her was extremely arousing, Sinead,” Marc said, leaning down and whispering to her as he kept one eye on Felicity. He brought his lips to within a couple of inches of the redhead’s, and Felicity continued to slide her hands slowly towards the apex of Sinead’s thighs, dragging her perfectly manicured fingernails across the Detective’s tender, pale skin.
“You really are a fucking bastard, Marc,” Sinead grunted.
“And you love it, ma petite rebelle,” he grinned. “Now give Felicity permission to really show you how lovely she thinks you are, and then these pretty little lips of yours will get back to work where they belong.”
Sinead sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, her chest rising and falling enticingly. “Felicity,” she said slowly. “I’d… could you…?”
“Of course, darling,” Felicity grinned, leaning forward and giving Sinead’s pussy a teasing little lick. This time, she let her long blonde hair fall to the side, brushing silkily against the inside of Sinead’s thigh, and she used both hands to push the back of the Detective’s thighs so she would raise her knees a little higher. This meant that Felicity’s big breasts could push against them a little, giving Sinead another reminder that it was a woman down there.
“Good girl, Detective,” Marc murmured.
“Fuck you,” Sinead murmured right back. “Now kiss me.”
Marc smirked but did as she demanded, deciding that giving her that one was fair. He kissed her and added in a soft massage of her tight little breast, her rubbery nipple grinding against his palm. Then, once he felt she’d gotten enough of what she’d asked for and Felicity had her breathing just shy of a pant, Marc raised up from her lips. “Time to suck my cock, Sinead,” he told her.
Her response was to turn her face much as she had before, but this time she stuck out her tongue in a somewhat ridiculous display, so Marc didn’t just tease the blindfolded woman to get her ready for more like a thoughtful partner should - he slid the head of his cock along her tongue, deep into her mouth, and then right back out again before pressing the shaft to the side of her face so she could feel the heat of it and her own spittle getting wiped on her.
“You, my dear Detective, are asking for it with that sass,” he warned her with a smile that she couldn’t see but could definitely hear in his tone.
“So give me what I’m- huh- asking for, Marc,” Sinead said. The impact of her attitude was a little lost with her sudden reaction to Felicity sliding a pair of fingers into her.
Marc cupped her jaw for a moment, sliding his hand back further to scoop behind her head, and his fingers wove into her copper red hair as he looked down at her fine features. She really was a work of art.
Especially with a cock in her mouth.
He gave that to her, sliding his cock between her lips and using a combination of thrusting and controlling her head to take full control of her and fuck her face. It wasn’t fast and messy like in porn - there was a time for that sort of thing, but it wasn’t now. This was firm and commanding, Dominant and submissive. It was Marc exemplifying his role as both the one who was in control of the situation and their exchange, but also of making sure he was keeping her safe. He didn’t force his cock to the back of her throat to make her gag. He didn’t try to make her deepthroat him without having worked up to that.
He fucked her lips and mouth, and she did what she could with her tongue to add to that pleasure. And she hummed in exuberance as she performed for him, and moaned like a muffled whore as Felicity worked her into a drawn out trio of fresh orgasms.
By the time Marc was pulling away from Sinead’s mouth, her lips were flushed and messy with spittle and utterly smudged lipstick, and her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Good girl,” he affirmed her again, seeing that flinch in her cheek as he said it. That flinch where she reacted to being called a ‘girl’ and not the strong woman she was, but the pleasure at receiving praise as well. “Now, ma petite rebelle, do you think you would be interested in returning the favour to my dear Felicity?”
Sinead inhaled at that suggestion, clearly unsure. “I… don’t know,” she hedged. “I’ve never, well… done that. And I don’t know if I’d want to- Can I take off the blindfold and see her?”
Marc glanced at Felicity, who had sat up from Sinead but still had her hands on the other woman’s thighs. The blonde gave Marc a smile and a shrug, leaving it up to him. She looked a sight, her chin and cheeks covered in Sinead’s pussy juices and her hair mussed, but a delightfully cute and womanly sight. Like a classic depiction of Aphrodite.
“If you don’t think you can continue without seeing her, I’ll allow it,” Marc said slowly, rubbing Sinead’s chest just over her breasts. “But I think this game is more fun with you not seeing her yet. Would you consent to perhaps some kissing, at least, without seeing her?”
“OK,” Sinead said, a little breathless. A little nervous.
Seeing her nervous was always a bit of a turn-on. The Detective was such a confident, even arrogant, woman that the nervousness humanised her a little more.
It only took a few hand gestures for Felicity to know what he was thinking, and Marc slipped off the bed after giving Sinead one little peck on the lips. He stopped for a moment to watch Felicity follow his request, crawling up Sinead’s body - the blonde made a production of it, kissing her way higher up the redhead’s tight little torso, dragging her hefty tits across Sinead’s skin. He waited long enough for Felicity to get up chest-to-chest with Sinead.
“Hello, beautiful,” Felicity said sweetly, stroking Sinead’s hair.
“Um, hi,” Sinead said. “I’m guessing if you’re with Marc, you’re probably fucking gorgeous, too.”
“He does tend to tell me that I am, yes,” Felicity smiled, glancing over at Marc and winking. “But tonight isn’t about me, it’s about you. His little rebel.” Felicity leaned in closer and pressed her lips to Sinead’s lightly in a small, almost innocent first kiss. “I hope you don’t mind tasting yourself a little bit, Sinead. You got me a little messy.”
“I sort of think that you were asking for it, with what you were doing down there,” Sinead sighed and chuckled.
“That’s true,” Felicity smirked. Then she kissed Sinead again, a little deeper, and Marc left them to it for a moment.
He was ready to fuck. Using Sinead’s mouth, and the entire run-up of the evening, had been a delicious series of foreplay encounters, but he was reaching his limit on patience. With that in mind, he slipped away from beside the bed and dipped into the walk-in closet, opening up one of the drawers that held his toys and took out a bottle of anal lube. He spread some on his fingers and started to stroke it along his cock as he walked back out to the bed, eyeing Felicity’s big, wonderful ass as she knelt straddling Sinead’s hips. She wiggled it, as if she knew he was looking, and arched her back as she pressed her chest more firmly against Sinead - they were fully making out now and lost in their own little world for the moment.
Marc got on up onto the bed behind Felicity, knee-walking to her as he squeezed some more dollops of the lube out into his fingers and then slid them down into the cleft between Felicity's ass cheeks. She hummed her approval, waggling her butt a little more on purpose, and shifted to spread her knees wider, making herself even more accessible.
They both knew what they were doing.
- - - - -
Something changed in Felicity as Sinead was kissing her. Or really, to be fair, Sinead felt like she was being kissed - without any power to do anything with her hands, or even see the woman she was kissing, it felt wrong to Sinead to think of herself as doing the kissing.
Not that it wasn’t a weirdly intoxicating moment.
Sinead had kissed women before. A few drunken moments in college, a few less-than-drunk moments when there was a vibe in the air and maybe something could have happened, but it never felt right. None of them had been like this.
Maybe it was mutual practice or something, but Felicity could kiss just as well as Marc. And just like eating pussy, it was different but still so good. And it wasn’t just technique; the sheer physical presence of Felicity was… well, it was soft. The other woman’s body was clearly curvier than Sinead’s, and those curves pressed to her were extremely different than the feeling of Marc, or her ex-husband or other exes. And knowing a woman was pressing her tits against Sinead, or that those hands running up her sides or arms, stroking her intimately, were a woman’s…
But something changed. Felicity gasped and then hummed softly deep in her chest, the sound reverberating down into Sinead. Then the woman was kissing her again, and Sinead could feel subtle movements. Subtle… somethings. One thing became clear quickly, though - Felicity started to kiss her with even more passion and a little less soft, teasing energy. Their kisses deepened, Felicity’s tongue exploring Sinead’s mouth, her breathing coming a little harder.
Then there was a smack sound, and Sinead knew that sound. A hand spanking an ass.
“Mmmffmmgmm!” Sinead mumbled in frustration through the kiss.
Felicity pulled her lips away. “Pardon?” she asked breathily.
“Is he fucking you right now?” Sinead asked.
Felicity moaned, deep and low, and Sinead could hear the smile on her lips in that moan. “Yes, darling. Marc just pushed deep into my ass. And it’s so good. I expect he’ll be fucking me hard in a moment.”
“What the fuck?” Sinead murmured, then louder. “I thought I was supposed to be getting fucked tonight?”
“Ah, ma petite rebelle,” Marc said. “Si tu veux faire rire les dieux, parle leur de tes projets. Making assumptions will always lead you astray. Educated guesses are better, obviously, but even then - whose decision is it when I finally fuck you?”
“... Yours,” Sinead grumbled begrudgingly.
“I promise I can give you enough attention while Marc uses my ass the way we both love,” Felicity murmured to her, then gasped and laughed in a way that made Sinead fucking ache deep in her pussy. And clench her ass on her buttplug, imagining what it would feel like for Marc to take her. Soft at first, and then rough. Demanding.
Sinead almost jumped as she was broken from her little imaginary revelry as Felicity ran her hand down Sinead’s stomach to her pussy, wiggling two manicured fingers into her as she started to kiss her as well.
“I’ll bring you with me for the ride, gorgeous,” Felicity groaned, working Sinead’s pussy.
“OK,” Sinead agreed in a heavy exhalation. “OK.”
Chapter 86
Sinead glowered at Marc even though he met her with a towel as she stepped out of his shower. The fact that it was a wonderfully fluffy towel, and her body felt like it was floating after everything that had happened even if she hadn’t gotten fucked, made it a little harder for her to maintain the expression.
But she was determined to let Marc know how she felt about things.
Primarily that he still hadn’t put his fucking cock in her, but a close second that he’d spirited Felicity away while leaving Sinead tied up. She hadn’t seen a single inch of the woman with the warm, welcoming voice and the mouth that could do fucking wonders.
“How are you feeling?” Marc asked her after he’d bundled her up on the towel that felt like it might have been more expensive than any piece of clothing in her wardrobe back home. How was it that soft?
The truth was, Sinead felt fucking amazing.
“Pissed off,” she lied.
Marc just chuckled, and she hated that he could see through her like that. Him and his fucking aftercare. Once Felicity was gone, he’d kept the blindfold on Sinead but had freed her from the spreader bar and the handcuffs. Then he’d broken out some sort of massage oil and massaged her entire body, making her fucking melt in a completely different way than Felicity had, before picking her up and bringing her to the shower. She’d only been freed of the blindfold once she was standing in the big shower stall, and Marc had taken the time to wash all her sweat and the massage oil from her before he left her to give her a few minutes to gather herself.
“What are you most ‘pissed off’ about, ma petite rebelle?” he asked.
“Felicity.”
“That she joined us?”
Sinead knew she should have been pissed about that. Marc had basically tricked her into a threesome. It was a lowdown, dirty tactic. If he was her boyfriend, or if her ex-husband had tried that shit, she’d be fuming.
But Marc wasn’t her boyfriend or her husband. He was her… Dominant. And she was his submissive. And she’d agreed to the game he was playing with her.
And fuck Felicity had played her like a fine instrument. Even while the curvy woman had been moaning in Sinead’s ear as she got totally pounded by Marc.
“No,” Sinead grunted. “That you fucking disappeared her before I could meet her.”
Marc chuckled softly, drying her with the towel that was made of clouds. “I promise, Detective, that you will eventually meet Felicity. But it was more fun this way.”
“‘Fun,’” Sinead deadpanned, her voice making the air quotes clear.
“For me,” Marc admitted. “Now, come.” He hung up the towel and offered her his hand, and she sighed before taking it and letting him lead her out of the bathroom, down the stairs from his bedroom, to the main floor where she found that his living room space in the open concept area had a half dozen candles lit, cozy looking blankets on the floor between the couches and chairs, and a silver platter tray on the coffee table. He had a red wine already poured into glasses, and fucking chocolate covered strawberries.
“You know you’re supposed to seduce me before the sex, right?” Sinead snorted as she sat down on the blankets, leaning back against the foot of the couch.
Marc handed her one of the glasses of wine. “This is much more fun,” he said.
“‘Fun,’” she repeated her deadpan joke from upstairs.
That was when she realised that Marc was wearing a pair of briefs as he sat down, and she was still naked. “Uh, excuse me,” she said, gesturing at the briefs. “I think you might be a little overdressed.”
Marc flashed her the fucking smile. “Detective, I would like to point out that the female form is much more visually appealing when it comes to casual nudity than the male form. We have dangling bits.”
That made Sinead snort, covering her mouth with the back of her mouth for a second to stop from laughing further, and then taking a sip of her wine. “Mmmm,” she groaned. It was fucking good. Which probably meant he’d paid way more than she would have for it.
“Take a bite of our snack first, then a sip,” Marc suggested, doing so himself.
Sinead felt like, if she hadn’t had who knows how many orgasms upstairs, the combo of the wine, strawberries and chocolate could have pushed her over the edge.
“You’re a real fucking bastard, you know?” she mumbled, leaning back and stretching without a care that she was putting a show on for him. Or maybe caring a bit too much. She wasn’t even sure of how she was still feeling.
“Perhaps you should find something else to call me?” Marc chuckled. “I’m not in love with being called a ‘fucking bastard’ or ‘French fuck.’”
Sinead smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’ll consider it,” she said. “Now, what’s all this about?”
“Why, ma petite rebelle,” Marc said. “The case! What else would we talk about when we’ve already taken care of sex, food and wine?”
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“Si tu veux faire rire les dieux, parle leur de tes projets... = “If you want to make the gods laugh, tell them about your plans…
Chapter 87
Marc’s patience might have been an aggravation to the Detectives, who were texting him for updates on a daily basis, but he was very aware that he was dealing with a delicate situation.
Work, at least, was as it always was. It was still the quiet period for the year, and he often thought of February and March as the lull before the storm that was young, hungry Finance folks waking up like bears at the end of winter and wanting to gorge themselves on the fresh berries on the trees, salmon in the streams and wayward reckless campers and tourists. Soon enough he would be putting in extra hours to keep ahead of his hungry staff as they hunted down the work and brought it in for him to close.
Four days since the encounter he’d planned between Sinead and Felicity, and a week since he’d sat down with the Detectives at the coffee shop, was stretching things in terms of the Victor situation though. Marc was starting to consider options beyond his current thoughts and plans. Unfortunately, those options boiled down to him taking a risk and making his involvement in the eventual case more obvious or tapping into Astrid as a resource again.
Except Astrid had made it clear she wasn’t interested, so getting her interested would require what would likely be a very humbling and uncomfortable experience.
The risk sounded a lot better than handing Astrid the reins during a private encounter, even if it did mean reputational damage.
Thankfully, Marc was saved from those considerations by Jillian coming to his office door. The gorgeous woman was stone-faced and only knocked perfunctorily before striding in since his door was open.
“Marc, I’d really appreciate some warning before that man comes in,” she said.
That one threw Marc off a little. “I’m sorry, Jillian. Who is here?”
“Victor,” she said, her voice dripping with distaste.
“Ah,” Marc said, then frowned. “Ah. I wasn’t expecting him, Jillian, or I would have. My apologies.”
“I would be more than happy to let him know you are occupied and he should email you to request a meeting,” Jillian said, a cool smirk on her lips.
“No, no,” Marc sighed. “I’ll come fetch him away from your desk and handle this now.” He stood, expecting her to head towards the door, but she didn’t, and he slowly buttoned his jacket. “Something else?”
“Why is he here, Marc?” his secretary asked. “Unscheduled, off the books. He’s definitely not your friend just stopping in for a chat. Does he have anything to do with the Detective who’s barged in here?”
Marc paid Jillian well to be good at her job, so it was entirely unsurprising that she was piecing together the strange occurrences of the past two months.
It was still a little frustrating, but unsurprising.
“Je te le dirais si je pouvais,” Marc sighed. “But it’s best if I don’t. For the both of us.”
Jillian narrowed her eyes, looking Marc up and down quickly as she made an obvious assessment of her boss. “Is it?” She challenged him. “Marc, if you’re in some sort of trouble, you do know you could trust me to do what’s best for you, right?”
Marc grunted softly and took a breath, looking his secretary in the eye and purposefully not giving her the same assessing look. Jillian knew she was a beautiful woman, and she dressed to be chic and stylish and sometimes even distracting, knowing a very small part of her role in the office was to provide just a touch of classy eye candy. And she was very good at walking that line. Today, she was wearing a sleek black pantsuit made out of a shimmery material, the cut of it accenting her slim body while also emphasizing her bust under the white shirt and thin black tie. She wasn’t showing anything, and yet the eye would inevitably be drawn to her charms.
And Marc was religious about not undressing her in his mind’s eye because he knew she was a lesbian in a committed relationship, and she appreciated a softer touch when someone was admiring her.
“I do, Jillian,” he finally said. “If I haven’t made it clear before now - if something happened here and I was leaving the firm, I wouldn’t expect you to follow me, but I would make certain that wherever I landed next would have an option for me to bring you over if you wanted. You’re the most valuable member of this team, and I trust you to know everything.”
“Except this,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“If you truly want to know, I’ll tell you,” Marc said sincerely. “I’m being truthful when I tell you, it is better if you don’t know this thing.”
“You’ll tell me anything I want to know?”
“I will,” Marc nodded. It could be helpful to have Jillian in-the-know when it came to the dealings with the Detective - or at least the Victor-related elements. She could help with managing any future necessary mid-day outings if the Detectives required his presence for something.
“Are you going to ask Felicity to marry you?”
Of all the possible questions Marc had been ready to answer, he hadn’t expected that. “Pardon?”
Jillian tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at him. “You heard me,” she said. “You’ve been seeing Felicity for, what, four years now?”
“Over three,” Marc said.
“Nearly four,” Jillian said. “And she’s brilliant, funny, beautiful, and loves you. So what are you doing? Are you going to ask her to marry you, or are you just stringing her along?”
Marc cleared his throat and turned, pacing toward the large window that looked out over Adelaide West and the Toronto financial district. It was another snowy, quiet day, but the city streets were packed anyway - only an actual storm could slow down traffic through a city like Toronto. He shook his head and turned back to Jillians, leaning against the windowsill. “Felicity and I have a clear understanding of our relationship,” he told her.
“When was the last time you discussed that understanding?” Jillian asked. She must have seen something in his face. “Years?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Marc sighed.
“Years, then,” Jillian nodded.
“Where is this coming from?” Marc asked. “I thought you wanted to know about Victor?”
“You say I don’t, so I trust you that I don’t,” Jillian said, sitting down on the edge of his desk. “But I do want to know about this. Because, besides me, Felicity is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
That brought a little smirk to Marc’s lips as he chuckled and shook his head. “Would it help if I promised to have a conversation with Felicity about this first?”
Jillian pursed her lips slightly, eyes narrowing again. “It would,” she said. Then she sighed. “Honestly, Marc, if you don’t lock that shit down, I might consider opening my relationship up for a third. Felicity is that amazing. She’s going to get tired of waiting at some point.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Marc promised Jillian. He didn’t mention what he would talk to Felicity about - he would need to figure that out. How did you tell your regular escort that she was doing such a good job that people were expecting you to propose?
“Good enough,” Jillian said. “For now.”
“Any other deeply personal topics you’d like to ask me about before I get Victor out of the waiting area?”
“I’d ask what your bonus was last year, but I already know,” she smirked. “Now, please do come get that greaseball away from my desk for whatever clandestine bullshit you have going on.”
Marc followed Jillian out of his office and down towards the elevators and her desk, and he couldn’t help a quick glance down. Her ass was just as nice in those slacks and heels as ever.
Chapter to be continued.
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“Je te le dirais si je pouvais,” = “I would tell you if I could,”
Comments
Michael Michelsen
OOOH Break. I really love the way you write this story. It's so different from all the other stories. There is a subtle finess to it that i don't find in your other work. I think it's because it's not a harem storie and the BSDM element AND then Marc himself. I just love Le Français most of them all. (it was my first story to read after all and i mean my very first virgin first)
