Page 42 of The Gentleman's Seduction
“I thought I might, if you wish to play too.” She batted her lashes and then did something she hadn’t planned on. She slid her hand between her thighs, parting her undergarments, then pushed her finger in her own slick channel.
Martin sank to his knees with a groan in front of the settee. Livvy watched him through hooded eyes as she continued to stroke herself, and finally he couldn’t seem to stand waiting another moment. He pulled her to face with him on the couch and spread her legs wide, tossing her skirts up to her hips. Then he tore at the delicate underclothes until he found his way to her. He put his mouth to her folds, his hot breath fanning over the most sensitive parts of her. His clever tongue set off a blinding heat inside her as he explored her.
Livvy panted, throwing her head back as he lashed inside her over and over again. The sensation made her dizzy with heated delight. She writhed against him, and he caught her hips, holding her still.
“Behave, little hellion, or I’ll bend you over the nearest table and fuck the fight out of you.”
His dark, delicious tone only made her white-hot with need.
“Don’t promise something like that…” She dug her fingers into his golden hair. “Unless you intend to follow through.”
He sheathed his tongue inside her, and she arched her back, crying out at the flood of pleasure. She was so close, so deliciously close.
He got to his feet and pulled her away from the settee. Before she could react, he bent her over the reading table and tossed her skirts up to her hips from behind. He unfastened his trousers, his thick shaft filling her, pushing deep into her.
Livvy moaned, pressing her cheek against the table, glad to feel the cool wood, because everything inside her was on fire. She opened her legs wider to receive him. As he claimed her, she completely forgot who she was. She had become a primal creature, driven by a savage need to be filled by the man behind her. She was mad for him, mad to be possessed by him, never wanting him to stop.
Martin’s energy dominated her as he gripped her hips and drove into her over and over. This…thiswas the delicious danger that drew her in like a moth to the flame. He could burn her up with his body, yet she came back wanting more.
When she came, she cried out his name. Seconds later, he forcefully uttered hers before collapsing on top of her.
“Are you all right?” he murmured, and kissed the nape of her neck.
“I’m quite…” She drew in a deep breath. “Wonderful. You?”
“Wonderful as well.” He chuckled and nipped her earlobe tenderly before he stood and withdrew from her. He used a handkerchief to clean them before she tugged her skirts back into place and then tried to walk. She made it two shaky steps before she collapsed in Martin’s arms, laughing. He scooped her up and carried her over to the settee and sat down, settling her across his lap. They remained like that, chuckling together while they both recovered their breath.
“You never cease to amaze me,” he said with a soft, sunny smile that filled her with warmth.
She trailed a finger along the folds of his cravat. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It is a most excellent thing.”
He nuzzled her before kissing her softly, slowly, so delicately that it felt like she was caught up in the most wonderful of daydreams. She never wanted it to end.
“Livvy, I—”
Whatever Martin was about to say, she would never know. A knock on the library door interrupted them.
“Sir, you have visitors,” Harris called out from behind the closed door.
“Visitors? Who is it?”
“Your sister and her husband…and the children, of course.”
“Good God.” Martin hastily set her off his lap and collected her stockings and slippers, his face ruddy. His jerky movements of getting his trousers back up underscored his anxiety.
“Helen is here?” Livvy almost tore her stockings as she pulled them on.
“Yes. Why don’t you go to your bedchamber while I see to my sister and this mess?”
Livvy tried to ignore the fact that she’d been called a “mess.” She fled to her bedchamber and slammed the door, resting her back against it. Martin was right. The situation was a mess. She could not be introduced as his mistress to his sister and her family. It would be scandalous, and no doubt his sister would see it as an insult. She had been a fool to think she could ever meet his family.
I must wait until they leave.She ignored the burning tears in her eyes. She’d been so foolish to ever talk of meeting his family. It had never been a possibility.
I am his kept woman, not his wife.
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