Page 18 of A Royally Fake French Menage (Rippton U Creatives #3)

But I was too busy chasing Genie along the corridor to notice. At least, that’s how I made it look to Beau’s green eyed stare as he followed us along the hall at a growing distance.

I photographed Genie with her black and silver dress hitched up around her thighs, splashing in the fountain, half obscured by plastic palms. I took a video of her too, playing and teasing me until she was half drenched. Then I sent both to Barclay.

JACQUES: What you’re missing.

BARCLAY: Send me more.

JACQUES: You should be here.

BARCLAY: You sent me to the naughty marquis corner

JACQUES: Aren’t you in the bath?

BARCLAY: Maybe?

JACQUES: I expect photo evidence.

BARCLAY: More motivation is required.

I motioned Genie over and cupped a handful of water, splashing it across the front of her dress. Her silent scream, her mouth open wide, hardened me instantly to a point of pain that I savored. I picked a set of open doors upstairs and knew we were never going to make it to the gala.

“Get back in. Barclay wants sexy pics,” I murmured, motioning for her to twirl for me as I snapped away, then slid the settings back to video and held up my phone.

Genie danced on demand, running her hands over her body and dropped the straps of her dress. The material clung to her body with nothing else holding it up. I groaned as she toyed with her nipples, teasing us all as she arched and played.

I cut the video away, sent it to Barclay and pocketed my phone, reaching for her. Genie’s hand was in mine before my phone vibrated. I cured in French, ripping the device free.

“It'd better be worth it,” I groused, and opened the message to find myself staring at a dick pic.

A dick I recognized, with a sculpted bubble foam heart perched on top, Barclay style.

“Cute,” Genie remarked, leaning over my arm as she pulled her heels back unsteadily. She tilted her head to stare up at me with glowing eyes. “I bet you can do better.”

I caught her hand and dragged her toward the staircase. “With me, American girl,” I growled, towing her after me. She stumbled and righted herself. I knew my stride was too long, but I wanted her to struggle. I needed her to chase me.

Because what came next wouldn’t be sweet, and it wouldn’t be gentle.

But damn would I enjoy seeing her arch for me when I made her come with my fingers as she watched the crowd from above.

And I didn't care if they saw her, too.

My feet ate the stairs as I took them two and three at a time.

Genie’s sharp breaths at my back told me she didn't object to my rush. Sharp nails dug into my hand, never pulling away. I gripped her firmly. When I reached the doors I’d eyed off earlier, I gave each a cursory glance and chose the middle room, pulling her inside.

Unoccupied, it featured a glass floor to ceiling window that overlooked the event from above.

The perfect viewpoint for what I needed tonight.

I left the lights off, my arm already around her waist as I yanked Genie forward, almost throwing her full weight against the glass without ever letting go of her wrist. The soft cry that elicited from her sweet lips sent blood hurting to my cock.

My shaft strained against my pants, but it wasn't my time yet.

Now, it was hers.

“Jacques—” Her breathy cry transformed into a sigh as I licked along the exposed slope of her throat. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good.”

“We haven’t started yet,” I murmured into her skin. “Are you ready?”

“N–no?”

I smiled, and nipped her flesh. “Pull your panties down.”

“I’m not wearing any.”

My smile sharpened. “Did you do this for my lord?”

She nodded, watching the people milling about below us. “Did you lock the door?”

A laugh escaped me. “No. Be glad I didn’t turn the lights on.”

The feral little moan that escaped her left me harder than ever.

I ground my cock against her ass. “I’ve never been straight, Miss Lockwood.

So why the fuck do I want you so bad? You’re like an addiction I can’t give up.

The hit I want over and over again.” I tightened my grip around her waist, inching her dress up until her creamy thighs and bare cunt was exposed to the crowd below.

“I want you to watch all those people dressed up and milling about like so many ants. Fucking sheeple following each other. Every one of them deserves to be conned by your mother tonight. Do you know why?”

“No,” she breathed, writhing against me, rubbing her ass back on my cock.

I slid my fingers across the front of her bald pussy and found her already smeared with her own juices. “Fuck,” I hissed. “You needy little creature.” I tapped my fingers gently on her clit. “Open.”

Her legs parted. “Is that it, ‘the perfect business woman fleeces the masses again’?” She gasped as I circled her clit. From her increased breaths she was seconds from coming for me in front of all of them, and none of them had any idea what we did above them.

“Mmm,” I cooed in her ear, sliding my fingers in tight circles over their taut bud.

Years in the chateau taught me how to deal with a woman as quickly as possible to get out of their way.

Now, I used that knowledge to give Genie as much pleasure as I could, fucking loving the way her knees wobbled as I worshipped her.

“Simple, isn’t it? And I suspect that both Beau and Barclay will pay her out.

This will go on and on unless someone stops her. ”

“But no one cares,” Genie realized. “So she’ll keep getting away with it– ohhhh.” Her hands splayed on the glass as she came, her legs spreading wider for me as her juices coated her thighs. Genie’s body softened and I pressed her against the glass in full.

She came out of her haze, still shaking. “What if it breaks?”

“Then we fall together."

I turned her hard and kissed her as I pressed three fingers deep inside her tight little hole, and laughed into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re tighter than Barclay after years without my punishment. You’ll be sore tomorrow, little kitten, all stretched out for us.”

She moaned for me as I planned, sliding down the wall. I held her up, working my fingers gently inside her. I wanted her on the edge of her arousal, not to rip her apart.

At least, not yet.

Those hands on the glass flexed as I curled my fingers inside her tight walls. “Relax, pretty little kitten,” I murmured. “Maybe afterwards I’ll let you swallow me down. Once I’ve destroyed this little pussy. Once you’ve screamed this place down and they’re all watching.”

She fluttered madly about my hand. I licked salt from her neck and used my teeth to flick the straps of her damp dress down that she'd pulled back up when we left the fountain downstairs.

The semi dry fabric slipped to her waist, baring her breasts.

I pressed her fully to the glass, and she gasped.

The cold and exposure was too much. Genie creamed my fingers nicely, hot and wet and messy.

I pulled my hand out of her with a sloppy sound that left her moaning, swiping my sticky fingers across her face. "Don't you dare lick that off,’ I warned her, tipping her head up to kiss her with tongues only, not erasing her cum from her own face.

She licked my tongue back as I fisted my cock, lubricating myself with her juices. “Please,” she murmured into my mouth. “I want to feel you inside me. You and Barclay both— fuck, Jacques. ”

Her use of my name and a shiver inside her nearly sent me straight over the edge. I swore I’d never had so little control as I had with this girl, and never with a female before. In fact, the only person I’d ever felt like about this was?—

“You’ll call him my lord ,” I growled, fisting her hair and pressed her face to the glass.

She rose onto her tip toes in her sexy little black heels to match the dress ruched around her waist. We’d both be covered in black and silver glitter come morning, but I didn't care.

What we were covered in now was the least of my worries.

“Whenever you talk about Barclay, you address him the right way.” My thrusts punctuated every word, harsh and brutal.

Nothing about me tonight was gentle compared to the tease of before.

She tipped her head slightly to one side, the only lenience I gave her. Soft, stuttered breaths heated the glass in a mist that obscured her pretty face. “And what should I call you?”

“Fucking yours .”

Her pussy contracted hard. I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers as I railed her.

Certain the glass would shatter and send us both tumbling half naked and joined to our deaths on the floor below, I fucked into her harder, faster.

She was the obsession I couldn't break. I needed her as badly as I’d needed Barclay over the years.

And now I had both of them, there was no way I’d let either of them go.

“Fuck,” I panted, sliding one hand down to her hip to run my thumb along the inside of the bone there, finding her sensitive spot.

She arched for me as I hit the nerve, clamping down again.

After all the teasing, the heat and cream of her and scent permeating our every breath, I couldn’t hold my orgasm back.

I came with her, coating her insides with my seed. My roar filled the room, rocking us on our feet. Genie reached back, no longer clinging to the glass as she trembled around me. Her pussy fluttered, legs shaking as she clung to me for support, to hold her up.

Trusted me as no one else but Barclay ever had.

And I?—

Couldn’t.

My legs shook with the force of my orgasm as I pumped myself inside her. Gripping her tight, I let us slide slowly to the floor in a mess of silk and obsession, and whispered the words I never thought I’d say to a woman in my life.

Certainly not one I’d met a few days before in another country on the arm of another man.

“I love you. ”

I nuzzled her hair and clutched her tight to my chest, uncaring if she stained my gifted shirt. Because every word was true. The sigh that left my lungs was of the warm and fucking fuzzy variety.

I stroked her hair as I held her in the cradle of my arms, vaguely aware of the shadow that walked away from the doorway I hadn’t locked earlier.

Probably not my smartest move, but payment for the suit had to come through somehow, and it likely wasn’t anything Beau Bennett hadn’t seen before.

I’d figured he wanted to check in on her before he left, and I expected he liked what he saw.

Otherwise I guessed I wouldn’t be breathing.

Ignoring his soft words without trying to interpret them, I closed my eyes and held Genie to me tighter. I didn’t need someone else’s approval.

The girl pressed to my chest was mine and I’d share her with one other man and one only.