Chapter 28

“Open wide, mon cher m’sieur.”

While he fed me the grape, I slid my hands under his ass, raised him up, and probed his hole with a couple of fingers. He was still slick, and I removed my fingers and let him settle himself on my cock.

As he slowly rose and fell, I took his mouth with mine and fed the grape to him. His tongue pushed it back into my mouth. Its taste tart, with a hint of champagne, it wasn’t quite as plump.

I turned my head and spat out the seeds. “Let’s get down to business.” I urged him to ride me harder and faster, and a fleeting thought passed through my mind. The next time I did this, it would be to Quinton Mann.

And I’d get him out of my system once and for all.

A Man Not to be Crossed

Once I returned from Paris, it didn’t take long for me to learn it was Michael Shaw who was leaking information about me to the CIA. Not him alone, he wasn’t that clever, but I’d take care of him first, let the others stew before I dealt with them.