Page 60 of The Secret of Flirting
She was so blinded by her need that she could only nod.
To her shock, instead of opening his trousers, he slid down the chaise longue so he could place his mouth on herminou. Then he began to tongue her.There, where no man had ever kissed her.
What a revelation. She knew of this intimacy—actresses spoke of such things from time to time—but she’d had no idea it would feel so...
Incredible. Delectable. To have a man arouse her while ignoring his own arousal... somagnifique! “Gregory,” she begged, hearing the plea in her voice with a tiny bit of shame. But not enough to stop her from saying, “Please...please...”
“Whatever you wish, my sweet,” he said, his very tone a smug smile.
He could smirk all he liked as long as he kept licking and teasing and caressing herminouas if feasting on her. It overwhelmed her... the heat of his lips, the delicious pleasure of having his tongue inside her... the very knowledge that he could seduce her body with just his mouth. How unfair!
But fairness ceased to matter as she felt a sort of buzz beginning in her loins. As he continued his ministrations, it rose to weaken her thighs, swamping her with such glorious sensations... “Sacrebleu...” she breathed and buried her fingers in his silky hair to clutch him more tightly to her. “Oui...Take me... like that, yes... oh,oui...”
The buzz grew to a pounding in her ears, then a roar of sensation between her legs, then an outright explosion that rocked her from her head to that soft, silky place he was ravaging with such intent.
“Mon Dieu!” she screamed as the explosion shattered her into shards of herself. She lay there trembling in ecstasy, marveling at the beauty of it, while he wiped his mouth on her drawers. Then, as her joy began to wane, she whispered, “Oh, my dearestGregory. That was... was...”
“Indescribable?” he teased.
“Amazing.”
“Good.” His eyes shone jewel-bright as he moved up over her. “Because you, my princess, deserve ‘amazing.’ ” He rubbed against her, the fine wool of his trousers abrading her bare flesh ever so slightly. “I want to be inside you. Will you let me?”
Even as she reached down to unfasten his trousers, she cast him a provoking smile. “You were just now inside me.”
With his hands gripping either side of the chaise longue, he hovered over her. “You know what I mean, Mademoiselle Tourmenteur,” he growled, and bent his head to nip at her earlobe. “Tease me at your peril.”
Smiling coyly, she reached in his trousers to cup his rampant erection through his drawers. “Are you sure it will bemyperil, monsieur?”
His eyes slid shut. “Oh, God, yes. Touch me there.” When she began to rub him, he rasped, “You may torment me as much as you wish as long as you keep... doing... precisely that.”
It was as if his words unleashed the coquette in her. It made no sense, but she reveled in his hunger, delighted in his thirst for her. Perhaps because in that moment, he was just a man and she a woman, and all the subterfuge and machinations between them vanished.
While she stroked him through his drawers, he began kissing her again, his mouth as ravenous as a bird of prey’s. The firm thrust of hisvergeagainst her hand inflamed her, though it also made her curious to know if it really could give such enjoyment as her fellow actresses claimed. It seemed so... massive—
“Fulkham!” came a shout from below. “Where are you, old chap?”
They both froze.
Gregory muttered a string of curses. “Danworthis out here now? Why the hell is everyone in the whole damned party looking for us? Can’t they leave us alone for one bloody moment?”
Amused by his burst of temper, she gazed up into his scowling face. “Perhaps he too will go away if we keep quiet... andyoustop cursing.”
“Not Danworth.” He pushed up from the chaise longue and began to straighten his disordered clothes. “Not if he has any inkling that we’re out here. He’ll send a search party for us, blast him. Especially given the reason we came to my estate in the first place.”
“Heknowsof that?” she asked in alarm, jumping up to put her own clothing to rights.
“The prime minister told him. That’s the reason he’s here: because Wellington wants to make sure the ‘princess’ is kept safe.”
She glanced out the window to see Mr. Danworth coming down the path toward the knot garden, searching the area with what appeared to be concern. He would be upon them in moments if he entered the pavilion.
Gregory came up beside her to tuck a tendril back into her coiffeur. “You stay up here and finish straightening your hair and clothing while I speak to him alone.”
“Yes, you would not want your friend to think that you might actually desire the princess, eh?” The bitter words left her before she could stop them. “Especially since you intend to expose me in the end. A dalliance with an actress, an impostor, couldn’t possibly help your career.”
He swore under his breath. “Monique—”
“Forgive me,” she said instantly, and meant it. She faced him, the remorse in his gaze making her wince. “I should not chide you for doing what any man would do when a woman throws herself at him.”
