Paris Secrets by Michele Renae

Author:Michele Renae
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Swell Cat Press, LLC
Published: 2018-09-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

"Merci," Monsieur Sexy said as he pulled off his dress shirt to reveal abs that demanded some serious licking.

"Hold off on the thanks until you see if the plants survive," I offered.

I, too, was stripping down. It was late, and we'd both had long days at work, but there was no way either of us could come down from the adrenaline of nine to five—or one to eight as it had been for me—without a tension relieving jack n' jill session.

"Your apartment is huge. The rent must be ridiculous," I said. "And you must be rich."

"A man with money means so much to you?"

I cast a glance at the computer screen. He'd asked with such concern. Had I sounded materialistic? "Uh...no. I'm not a gold digger. I know it's not cheap to live in Paris."

"You live in Paris. In the 7th, which is notoriously snooty and old money."

"In an apartment a tenth the size of yours. I have a trust fund that will see me through a few more years, if I decide to stay."

"If you decide to stay?"

"Been here almost two and a half years. Once my three year Visa is up, I'll have to decide whether or not to stay."

"Any thoughts on that?"

"Not really." Seriously, I hadn't thought that far in advance. I liked to live day to day. But that he seemed so concerned for my future tickled me. Did he want me to stay?

I paused before slipping down my skirt. This naughty girl had almost forgotten her daring steal.

"Did you find the plant in the bathroom, as well?" he asked.

"I did. Your plants are all very healthy. You must have a green thumb. Ohh… That's not green."

He stood before the camera, in close range, slowly easing his fingers about his cock, polishing the cylinder for some piston action. When he was completely erect the deep maroon head of it gleamed. And the vein that ran along the underside of it got engorged when he was close to coming.

Yeah, I noticed things like that. Hard not to when it was all on the screen, right there, for a girl to study. Talk about in your face. I wasn't beyond licking the screen. If I recorded him I could sit back, at my leisure, pause the video, and zoom in on Monsieur Eiffel. But we'd made a rule. Neither of us would record these conversations, not the video or the audio.

Did I trust that he wasn't secretly recording our antics and posting at some skeevy online sites?

I had to. Wasn't like I had a choice. Actually, I did have a choice. I could not be doing this. But that was as ridiculous to consider as not breathing.

"You are not going to undress completely?"

I teased a fingernail at the corner of my mouth, approaching the camera cautiously. "I have a confession to make."

"Good, bad, or naughty?"

"Naughty." I blushed because the tiny vixen within me wished to be chastised for her wicked deed. "I uh…left you a present in your underwear drawer.

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