Page 8 of The Saint

I smirked. “We need to be diplomatic. Set up a meeting. Give us an opportunity to talk it out before we go nuclear. Everyone needs to see that I’m not a vindicative monster who can’t think straight.”

“Well…you did burn Oscar as he hung on Notre-Dame.”

“That was because he buried my girl alive—and everyone should know what those consequences are.”

“Then I’ll see if they’re receptive to a negotiation,” he said. “Does this negotiation include Adrien?”

I took a drink from my cool glass and finished the last of the scotch. “That fucker is on his own.”

“They’ll kill him for his involvement in this.”

I gave a shrug. “Fine by me.”

“What about Fleur?”

“He’s the reason she almost died, so I don’t think she cares too much.”

He sank back into the chair then lit up his own cigar and released a couple clouds of smoke, enjoying a moment of silence between us, two friends smoking and drinking, what we did best.

“Thanks for covering for me.”

“No one even knew you were gone.”

“Well, don’t do my jobtoowell.”

A little grin moved over his face, but then it was gone when he brought the cigar to his lips. “It’s quiet tonight, and we should appreciate it because I know it’s not going to stay that way. Not when we’ve got a fight on two fronts.”

“We’ve survived this long,” I said. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“But we’ve always known our enemy—and now we don’t.”

I let the cigar sit between my fingertips, the smoke slowly rising to the ceiling.

“Just something we’ve got to remember.”

I was out all night and most of the day. I worked so long that I still came home after Fleur got off work. It was the first time I’d come home and found her already in my house—because it was her house too.

She was on the couch when I walked in, still in her pencil skirt and tucked-in blouse and heels, like she didn’t know what to do in a house that didn’t quite feel like her own. But when I walked through the door, her eyes lit up in a special way, and she looked so damn happy to see me.

She left the couch and walked up to me, five inches taller than normal in those pumps, and her eyes softened with affection and excitement, a look I’d always remember as long as I lived, and kissed me.

She hooked her arms around my neck, and her face was nearly level with mine when she wore those heels. Her tits pressed into my chest, and she kissed me like she’d been thinking about me every moment that we’d been apart.

This was what I’d wanted when I’d asked her to move in, to come home to her every day, to feel my cock harden when I walked in the door knowing she was there, either naked in the shower or in lingerie in the bed or in my t-shirt on the couch. Whatever version was sexy as hell, and I was here for it.

I squeezed her ass in her skirt and kissed her back.

“I missed you, babe.” She spoke between our kisses, saying it in a breathy voice.

I moaned into her mouth because she made me feel so wanted. There were no walls, no insecurities, no reasons to hold me at arm’s length. This was what I wanted the moment I saw her, for us just to fucking be together.

I scooped her into my arms and sat on the couch with her on top of me, wanting her tits in my face, her soft hair against my skin, her pussy on my dick. I yanked her skirt up over her hips then popped open my jeans. In a hurry, we both tugged at our clothing to access each other. She undid the buttons of her blouse so her cleavage was visible in her bra. She pulled my shirt over my head because she liked my chest, liked to touch it and kiss it and look at it.

She guided my length inside her then slowly sank, slowly pushed down over my big dick until her ass touched my balls. She breathed and winced at the size but did it anyway because she was a fucking champ.

She started to rock nice and slow, rising up to my tip and sitting back down on my base, taking her time like she wanted me to enjoy it after a long day.

My hands gripped her ass when it popped out of her skirt. I guided her the way I wanted, each thrust purposeful but easy, like we had all night to fuck. I kissed her chest and nipped at her collarbone, smelling her perfume and then her sweat because she did all the work to fuck me.

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