Page 69 of The Butcher

May I ask why?

Just bullshit at work.

You say that a lot.

Because it’s true. Some days were calm, but those days were few and far between. Collecting tariffs and keeping dealers and distributors in line was an immense task. There were a lot of weapons and drugs to move in and out of France, and it was my job to oversee all that and make sure tariffs were being paid on all of it. And then I had to go up against my own brother and decide how I would remove him from power without killing him. He deserved to die for all the shit he’d done, but when it came time to squeeze the trigger, my finger wouldn’t move.

I would love to see you…if you’re up for it.

I was already out the door and waiting for my driver at the curb.I’ll be there in a few.

Good. I miss you.

I smirked before I slid the phone back into my pocket. For a woman who only wanted casual, she acted the opposite. Hertexts used to be rare and infrequent, but now she texted me on a daily basis.

I hopped into the SUV and headed to her apartment a couple blocks away. When the driver dropped me off, the café was full of people having dinner inside and on the outside patio. People biked and walked down the cobblestones to theéglise Saint-Eustacheor the mall farther down the street. Only in Paris could you find an ancient cathedral right next to a modern mall with a McDonald’s and a Claire’s.

I let myself into her apartment because she’d shared the code with me weeks back. The elevator had finally been fixed, but I took the stairs anyway because I could barely fit in the tiny enclosure. I made it to her door and let myself inside, moving down the winding hallway until I reached her main room, the dining room and living room a single space.

I stilled when I saw her—standing in nothing but a tiny black G-string.

Mother of god.

The lights were dimmed and a few candles were lit to set the mood, but all I cared about was the fine woman with the tits I was about to suck raw. Her brown hair was soft and around her shoulders, and she had that look in her eyes that showed how much she wanted me even though I was fully clothed.

I reached behind my head and pulled my shirt over my back before I tossed it onto one of the chairs. When I moved into her, one of her arms hooked around my neck, and she cupped my face, her lips parting to take the hungry kiss that was coming.

I clenched her tight ass in my hand before I lifted her into me so I didn’t have to bend my neck to kiss her. She weighed nothingto me, soft and light like a beautiful breeze on a spring day. Her kiss was fire on my mouth, desperate for my passion. She dug her fingers into my hair as she kissed me. “I fucking missed you.” She spoke to me between her kisses, her voice breathless.

Fuck, the things this woman did to me.

“Bastien.” She said my name like she’d been desperate to say it all day, like it was hanging on the edge of her tongue.

I carried her to the small bedroom and threw her on the bed.

She gave a cry when she bounced, but her eyes were lit up with that same intense passion only I could satisfy.

I’d never taken off my pants so fast. Boots were kicked off. Boxers were down and on the hardwood floor.

She stared at me like I was the finest piece of meat she’d ever seen.

I grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed before I hooked my fingers into that little black thong and tugged it free. Then I slid my arms underneath her thighs and opened her wide to kiss that aching pussy.

She let out a cry as she arched her back. “God…”

I fucked her with my mouth, sucked her clit hard between my lips and made her wince, worshipped that pussy for the perfection that it was. I loved her taste, loved the way she was wet before I made any effort to make her that way. I didn’t go down on a woman for a one-night stand, but I was happy to get on my knees and stick my face between her sexy thighs. I could do this all fucking night.

She dug her fingers into my hair, and she rocked her hips against me, grinding her sex right into my face because it felt damn good. Her pants and cries rose, her hips bucking harder. “Stop…”

I sucked her clit and lips hard into my mouth.

She moaned again. “Wait…don’t make me come.”

I smiled against her pussy. “That’s the first time I’ve heard that.”

She lifted herself on her arms and dragged her body away before she opened her knees wide, beckoning my hips to slide in between her soft thighs. “I only want to come with you inside me.” Her sex gleamed from my kisses. It was red from how hard I’d sucked on her.

This was the only woman who made my dick twitch like a fucking slingshot. I moved over the bed on top of her and slid between her thighs, my dick smashing through her entrance and sliding deep inside in a single motion.

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