The French Billionaire(26)

Mignon arched her back. “Oh you are big. How heavenly.”

He moved them around until they laid on their sides. He brought her knee over to rest on his waist. H kept himself from moving any deeper and touched the delicate, sensitive tissues around her entrance. She closed her eyes and smiled. Alain noticed two tears on her cheeks. He kissed each one to wipe it away.

Alain didn’t move for another ten minutes while he stroked and rubbed and pressed his hands against all of her important spots.

He felt her hips flex toward him convulsively and penetrated her slowly and relentlessly until he was completely buried. She crossed her arms over her chest and burrowed into his arms. Almost immediately, she pushed away from him. She rubbed her hands over his massive chest and arms. “You’re so big and strong. I can depend on you.” She lunged into him and stayed there. He wrapped her up and held her tightly.

He began a simple in and out movement she seemed to like. She made a light, quiet whimper every time he penetrated. Alain didn’t change anything. Thirty minutes later, she arched her back and groaned. She beat his chest and arms with her hands and humped up against him with her hips. She gasped for air.

He felt her contract again and again inside her sheath. She gave a victorious cry and settled back into his arms.. She touched his cheek. “I am finished, mi amour. Now you. Inside me. I want a baby.”

“As you wish.”



Alain clasped her butt with both hands and brought her into his cock. He pumped her hips and his cock together ten more times. He pounded her body forcefully, slamming into her. All through the process, she looked calm and happy.

He clenched through his orgasm. She felt him pump his semen inside her hips.

He finished and all of the stiffening went out of him. She pulled him over on top of her. He covered her almost completely. Anyone looking down from above would see only her eyes over his shoulder and her legs below the knees.

He asked, “Am I too heavy?”



“No. I love your weight. It is perfect.” She caressed his back with her hands. “You’re here now, inside my arms. Stay. Be content. This is your home now.”





Chapter Five


Emily called her sister, Lynette, when she got home. “Is there anyone involved in the drug traffic that drives a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento?”

“Yes. Ernesto Gomez. By the way, the car cost just three months of profits. He makes that much money.”

Emily said, “I have to know something. I want to have more of a relationship with Reynard. I need to know if he’s good or bad. I saw Ernesto outside Reynard’s house a month ago and again talking with Reynard today. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

The police, especially inside families, have a way of talking around the truth when there is something that must be conveyed and a reason not to tell everything. After a meaningful pause, Lynette said, “Does Reynard keep a number of paintings in his house?”

“Yes, he does. From what I understand, his security system isn’t up to standard as well.”

“Do you still have that small .380 pistol?”

“Yes.”

Lynette’s voice became firm, not concerned or worried, but firm. “I would move up to a .45. Choose one of the compact models. They’re easier to carry.” She paused. “Stop. I forgot about the two week waiting period. I’ll be right over.”

Lynette was two years younger than Emily. She was stocky because she had to be and blonde because she wanted to be. Ten minutes later, she knocked on the door.

When policemen and women are involved in something important and complicated, everything they say, how they say it and what they don’t say has meaning. Lynette walked in and got the important things out of the way. She hugged her sister and examined her figure. She said, “Fantastic. You look wonderful. How does it feel?”

Emily blushed. “Exciting and good. What can you tell me about Reynard?”

Lynette wouldn’t look at her. “I know him. He’s helped us with some art thefts in the past.”

“Is there something wrong with him?”

Lynette finally looked in Emily’s eyes. She held out a package. “I brought this. Carry it with you anytime you’re out of your apartment.” She handed the heavy bundle to Emily.

Emily’s voice shook a little. “Whenever I’m out of the apartment?”



“Yes. Are you still active in the LAPD reserves?”

“Yes.”

Lynette took a deep breath. “The job sounds nice. I’m glad you’ve got it.”

Emily frowned. “Enough talking around this. I want to fall in love with Reynard. Is he dirty?”

Lynette wouldn’t answer directly. “Keep working for him and take your weapon to work and everywhere else from now on.” She kissed Emily on the cheek. “I’ve got to leave. Come to dinner on Sunday.”