Page 36 of A Royally Fake French Menage
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.”
