Page 18 of The Last Shadow

“Just a number,” I say, my tone sharp and unyielding. “What’s it worth to you to walk out of here with your dignity intact?”

The third guy, a stocky type with a pinched face, finally speaks up. “We’re valuing the company at seven million, but?—”

“Done.” I don’t let him finish. “My assistant will call you tomorrow to finalize.”

They exchange glances as they pack up, hurrying but not without a hint of excitement in their eyes. They’re just kids and I just made their day, hell, their whole lives.

I press the intercom button. “Jess, come in here, please.”

“Right away, Mr. Wolfe.”

Within seconds, Jess steps into the room. “What do you need?”

“Clear my schedule. And set up the arrangement we discussed.”

Her brows knit slightly. “Now?”

“Yes. Immediately.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Damien

“Hey.” Francesca greets me with a sexy upturn of her lips when I walk into the penthouse. She seems relaxed and easygoing, no word about the visit with my sister. “How was your day?”

I close the distance, leaning in to kiss her. “Excellent,” I lie, pulling back with a smirk. “Except for missing you. How was your day?”

“Good,” she answers easily. “Nothing all that exciting, just your everyday police work. Why was your day so good?” she shoots back, and I can’t tell if she genuinely wants to know or if she’s trying to throw me off.

“I had a very informative meeting on a deal I’m working on, which always makes me feel good.” I wait, curious if she’ll mention her meeting with Olivia.

Is this what our marriage will be like? Both of us lying to each other by omission?Does it matter?This marriage isn’t meant to be a forever and ever type of love. It’s a pragmatic agreement that helps us both even if Francesca doesn’t know it yet.

“I love it when you feel good,” she purrs, rubbing her hands up and down my chest and torso.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

“What are my options?” she asks, her hands already working my pants button and zipper. “Because I have ideas. Really, really good ideas.”

My cock stiffens at her playful tone and the way she unwraps me like a gift is almost more than I can take. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” she breathes. “You.”

“Perfect answer,” I growl, pulling her flush against me. “Show me.”

Frankie sinks to her knees, stroking my cock in her hands until I’m thrusting into her grip, a low growl escaping. Her tongue flicks against the head of my cock while her left hand cradles my sac. “I love having you in my hands, at my mercy like this.”

She begins to push-crawl me backward, her mouth never leaving my cock. Each step back sends a thrill through me, the power dynamic shifting as she guides me to the wall.

“How much?” I ask when my back touches the wall.

“This much.” She takes me in both of her hands and sucks me deep in her throat.

“You like sucking my cock?”

She nods, sucking me a little deeper. The feel of her lips, tongue and warm mouth on my cock is almost unbearable. It feels so good. Letting her take the lead and grasp the reins feels amazing. “Francesca.”

Her hands grip my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper into her mouth with a soft grunt. She’s taking my cock like it’s the only thing in this world she wants or needs. She lets her throat open and close around me, sucking me off until my legs tremble.

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