Page 80 of Her Beast

Julia’s nose pressed hard against the glass, her hot breath creating a dense fog that reminded her of what she was doing: spying.

You’re a whore, just like your mother!

This time her father’s accusation lacked any teeth.

Instead of running away in shame—as she should—Julia used her sweaty palm to clear the film that was obstructing her view, desperately wishing she were closer or the room brighter, or both.

Once the other woman sat all the way down, she wiggled her hips slightly.

That tiny movement, more than anything, made Julia’s slick thighs tense and quiver, her inner muscles clenching with the need to be filled and stretched, raw, consumingwantclawing at her so viciously that she trembled with need.

Malcolm slid his hands around the woman’s slender shoulders and waist, urging her back, until she reclined in his arms.

And then he lowered his head over her chest.

Although she couldn’t see it, Julia knew he would be touching her breasts with his mouth.

Her own nipples tightened painfully as she recalled the delicious sensation of Lily’s lips and tongue on her breasts while her slender, skilled fingers thrust into Julia’s body, her slippery thumb caressing and flicking the bundle of nerves that yielded so much pleasure.

A low grunt of frustrated desire slipped from between her parted lips and Julia’s eyes popped open and she clapped a hand over her mouth, whirling away from the mirror and pressing her back against the wall, too afraid to even breathe.

Had he heard her?

She swallowed convulsively, her body frozen with indecision: should she run, or wait?

Go on! Take another look.

Julia was moving before her brain had registered her decision.

Disappointment vied with arousal at the view that met her gaze. Malcolm wasn’t glaring at her accusingly—or looking her way, at all—instead, he was captivated by the woman in his arms.

As Julia watched and yearned, the two lovers began to move.

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Malcolm’s balls were so bloody full and hard that he’d been in agony while Maisie sucked him, her divinely skilled mouth, tongue, and throat bringing him to the edge of climax over and over again.

Was it wrong of him to be imagining another woman taking his cock into her tight body?

Probably.

But it was far better that he was with a working woman, than with the young, almost-virginal, woman he really wanted.

She lost her virginity to a footman, pursued her brothers’ tutor, and blackmailed a groom and maid into allowing her to watch them copulate, Mal. Just howinnocentdo you think she is?

Sometimes Sukey’s voice was so bloody real that Malcolm swore she reallywashaunting him.

But she wasn’t.

The voice was his devious, manipulative, controlling brain’s way of encouraging his inappropriate thoughts—and goading him into improper behavior.

He could rationalize his yearning for Julia Harlow until Kingdom Come, that wouldn’t make it right.

“Sir?”

The soft voice shook him from his tortured fantasizing.

Maisie was sitting motionless on his cock, reclining in his arms, her brow furrowed in confusion above the scarf she wore over her eyes.

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