Page 65 of Mr. Devereaux


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“No, but it makes me curious. I’ve always been very sexual, but the partners I’ve had haven’t always met my needs, you know?”

“Did they always bring you to orgasm?”

I laugh. “No. Sometimes I faked it, to get it over with. Other times it was over so fast; they just wanted to get off. Like most men.”

He makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. Of course, Alistair is the polar opposite to any other lover I’ve had before. I’ve never had a man do this, for example. After care? I think I could get used to it.

“I brought up some paracetamol, too,” he says.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

I relish in the soft touch of his fingertips. Then, he shocks me by blowing on my cheeks. Fucking blowing!

“This needs to dry before you slide your pants back up.”

“So I have to lay here with my arse hanging out?”

“Only for a few minutes.”

“Won’t you stay and talk to me?”

“It’s late.”

“What time do you get up?”

“Five-thirty.”

“Wow. I might not see you for breakfast then.”

He snorts a laugh. Finally! I wish he’d smile more. He’s so handsome when he smiles.

“The chef will keep yours warm in the oven if you don’t surface early enough. Help yourself if I’m gone after you leave. I’ll send a car around eleven. If you want to use the gym, feel free.”

“You have a gym?” I turn to look over my shoulder.

His eyes meet mine. “Of course. It’s a hell of a lot easier working out from home than going out to the gym. I don’t have that much time.”

“I can imagine.” I smile. “Well, thanks… uh, for the butt rub.”

He smirks. “Anytime.”

“See you tomorrow.”

He stands, the creases in his pants apparent as he straightens himself out. It’s then I notice he’s hard. The fucking deviant. He got hard rubbing antiseptic on my butt?

This man…

I lift my eyes from his crotch to find him staring at me. “Goodnight, Charlize.”

“Do you want me to do something about that?”

His lips part. He wets them and then says, “Not tonight.”

Disappointment floods me. Why is he making this so weird? Surely he needs to get off. He was enjoying my punishment as much as I was.

“Well, if you change your mind — you know where I am.”

His eyes trace down my body, landing on my ass as I make no attempt to move.

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