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She moaned in my ear and clawed at my back as she folded underneath me.

I pounded into her with the pace of a sprinting horse, my face pressed close to hers, watching her eyes collect tears because she was about to come. “Come, sweetheart. Come all over my dick.”

Her pussy tightened before she cried out, squeezing the tears from the corners of her eyes and making them streak down her cheeks. Her nails dug into me, and she panted and cried as she felt the enormous explosion inside her little pussy. “Bastien…” She already boosted my ego enough, but saying my name was the cherry on the sundae.

I felt the slickness increase, felt all the cream she made for me. It coated my dick to the balls. “I love this pussy.” Pussy had all been the same to me, tight and wet and the perfect hole for my hard dick, but her pussy was a fucking rose garden in Versailles. It was the queen of pussies, worthy of a crown made of gold and rubies, the only place my dick ever wanted to go. I fisted her hair and gripped it like a leash before I pressed my face to her cheek. “I fucking love this pussy.”

Chapter 15

Fleur

Be there in 10 mins.

I took a breath when I saw his message, standing in the black dress with the enormous slit up the thigh. It was the most expensive piece of clothing I owned at the moment, straight from Versace. I paired it with heels from Saint Laurent. I wore a diamond necklace, but it was fake, and I hoped no one would be snooty enough to notice the difference.

I hadn’t wanted to spend more of his money, so I hadn’t bought a coat to go with it. I would just be cold during the walk from the car to the entry doors. And I could always move in closer to Bastien if I needed warmth.

I left the apartment and stepped out of the double doors to the building. It was a Saturday evening, so the sidewalk was packed with people heading to dinner or drinks. My heels were wobbly on the cobblestone as I made it to the edge of the sidewalk.

The SUV rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of me.

Bastien appeared in a tuxedo, his blond hair slicked back, looking like a million bucks.

More like a billion.

He stepped out, and he looked me over appreciatively. “Money well spent.” He nodded for me to step inside, and when I did, he gave me a gentle spank on the ass. He climbed into the chair beside me then moved his hand to my thigh, his fingertips just underneath my dress, his arm so big and long that he could reach across the aisle with ease.

I opened my clasp and pulled out the remaining bills that I hadn’t spent. “This is what was left over.”

He didn’t even look at it. “Keep it.”

“Bastien.” I continued to hold out the cash because all I wanted from him was him, not his money. I’d only bought these things because I had to. They would sit in my closet and probably never be worn again because I didn’t have the lifestyle to support it.

He gave a sigh before he took the cash and shoved it in the pocket behind the driver’s seat, probably because it was too thick to place in his wallet or he really just didn’t care about the money at all. His hand returned to my thigh, his fingers higher up my dress until he touched my panties underneath.

He looked out the window.

I watched the side of his face, studied the hardness of his jawline, the cords that popped in his neck, all the features that revved my engine louder than the SUV we rode in. His pretty eyes were a contradiction to the rest of him, the only softness he possessed. His jaw was clean because he shaved for the event, and he wore a black watch on his wrist, something I’d never seen him wear before.

“Any pointers?” I asked.

He turned back to look at me. “Just be yourself.”

“Then I’m going to be a dumb girl who doesn’t know shit about politics.”

He smirked. “I’m not bringing you to talk about politics.”

“Then why are you bringing me?”

His blue eyes continued to look into mine, to spear my soul with their subtle intensity. “Because you’re my woman.” Like everything else he said, he said it with confidence, not the least bit concerned that I would correct him.

I had been more than somebody’s woman once. I had been their wife—and they’d cheated on me for years. I’d trusted that man implicitly, wouldn’t have thought it for a second, didn’t find his late nights out remotely suspicious—and I’d been made a fool.

I didn’t want to be a fool ever again.

He seemed to read the hesitancy in my gaze because he followed it with, “I said what I said.”

We pulled up to Luxembourg Palace, a place I’d only seen from passing by in a cab, and Bastien got out first before he took my hand and helped me step out in the sky-high heels. Instead of moving his hand to the small of my back or not touching me at all, he continued to hold my hand as we crossed the pathway over the manicured lawn and approached the three-story palace made of stone.

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