Page 51 of The Last Chance
“Indeed. When it comes to her, I’m exceptionally greedy.”
“Show me how greedy she makes you,” the woman insisted,beckoning her friends to come and watch. “Newcomers must put on a show.”
Mr Chance didn’t curse her to Hades and demand she move. He smiled like he lived for pleasure, not wallowed in pain. “You’ll get a glimpse of what she does to me, no more. I’m protective of the things I own.”
Joanna’s heart nearly thumped out of her chest when he faced her and captured her chin with firm fingers. He was going to kiss her in front of the crowd.
“Shall we show them why I’m your one and only master?” His low, husky voice melted her insides. “You know I like you to beg for my mouth.”
It was his way of asking for permission.
A way of telling her to play the damn game.
Good Lord! The Daventrys were nowhere to be seen and were probably outside hunting for Venus. She had to prove herself. She’d told him she was used to feeling out of her depth. That she could cope with what life threw her way.
“Why should I give it to you?” Mr Chance prompted.
Joanna moistened her lips. “I’ve been such a good girl, sir.”
“Yes, you have,” he purred while people looked on. “So good. Tell me again. Whose good girl are you?”
“I’m your good girl, sir.”
“And you think you deserve a reward?”
Joanna nodded. This was merely a ploy to show they belonged here, but her sex pulsed so quickly she was panting now.
“Say it! Speak up. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth, sir.” It was not a lie. She might die if he didn’t kiss her soon. She wanted everything he had to give. “And your tongue and your hands on my body. Please, sir. I’ll do anything you ask.”
A man in the crowd chuckled. “I do like hearing her beg.”
The faint twitch of Mr Chance’s cheek muscle said the threadholding his temper was about to snap. He gave no further warning. His mouth came crashing down on hers like that of a scandalous libertine.
He didn’t try to coax a response or tease her with the faint touch of his tongue. It wasn’t a kiss but a passionate explosion. Like the greedy man he professed to be, he drove his tongue deep into her mouth, the long, powerful strokes sending shocks of pleasure to her core.
Her nipples hardened, another ache to add to the many. She didn’t care that people were watching, that she was moaning into his mouth. She was riding so high on the waves of pleasure, she hoped she never came down.
But he broke contact to an applause from their audience, the cries for an encore drowning out Beethoven’s symphony.
Mr Chance didn’t acknowledge them.
She was the focus of his intense gaze as his chest rose and fell rapidly as he chased his next breath. Those obsidian pools carried the mystery of the unknown, yet twice, he had invited her to explore their hidden depths.
The ebony-haired coquette gestured to the gold sofas, offering them champagne and inviting them to join her party.
“Perhaps later,” Mr Chance said, his voice strained as he reached for Joanna’s hand and grasped it firmly. “For the moment, we require a little privacy.”
The woman glanced at his trousers, laughed and stepped aside. “Yes, being a greedy man, I suspect you need something warm and moist to eat.”
Mr Chance inclined his head and led Joanna away.
“Do you need air?” she said as he pulled her through the open terrace doors.
“No. I need something else entirely.” He saw the Daventrys mounting the terrace steps and might have marched straight past them had Mr Daventry not stopped to ask an obvious question.
“Any sign of Venus? I take it she’s not in the drawing room.”
