“Is water wet?” she asked, using her father’s expression.
“Yes, and so are you.” Leo gently let her leg drop as he got to his knees. “Let me see how wet.”
“What are you doing?” Prudence braced herself on the desk as he wrapped his arms around either thigh and pulled her to the very edge.
“Exploring,” Leo said, and then he opened his mouth.
It was his tongue she felt. Soft and smooth and licking at her.
He hummed. “It does taste like honey.”
With his head between her legs, she lost all shame and self-consciousness. She gripped his hair in one of her fists and bucked against his face. She gave an incoherent yell and saw stars. Actual stars. She’d thought Eleanor had made that up when she’d whispered it to her, wanting to share her wedding night experiences.
Leo chuckled and sat back, pulling his handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his mouth.
Prudence slumped back on the desk. “Witchcraft,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.
“Sherry?” he asked.
“Got any bourbon?” she asked, still not opening her eyes. Her limbs felt like they were underwater. How did he make her feel so good so fast? It was uncanny.
“I have scotch,” he said.
“That’ll do.” She sighed. The desk was quickly growing uncomfortable. She turned and looked over to the much plusher-looking chaise. Grunting, she sat up and straightened her skirts to find a pleasanter place to relax.
“You’ll put your scent on all your clothes if you sit down there,” Leo commented, pouring two tumblers.
“Pardon?” Her brain was not working correctly. What scent was he talking about?
“There are two things you could do. One is to use a rag and clean yourself. The other, which is what I would prefer, is thatwhen you recline on the chaise, you hook one leg over the back and air yourself out.”
“Am I laundry?”
He chuckled, following her with two glasses. “Will you allow me?”
Her limbs were full of sawdust and stars and she would let him put his hands on any part of her. He maneuvered her to a reclining position, making sure her skirts were up, and not wrinkling beneath her. He lifted one leg up over the crest of the chaise, and the other slightly bent with her foot resting on the floor. Her cunt was fully exposed.
Leo handed her the Scotch, and moved the chair over to the foot of the chaise. He settled in and smiled.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked. Normally she wouldn’t have agreed to this. But she was more than aware that he had yet to take his pleasure, and that this afternoon was far from over. Seduction was quite intoxicating. The smoky Scotch burned her throat, and more drowsy pleasure flooded her.
“Immensely.” He sipped at his own glass.
“Do you have anything you wish to talk about?” Was this part of his game? Pretending to have a polite conversation?
“Whatever you wish.” His eyes darted between her face and her legs. There was something almost animal-like in his expression. As if the razor-sharp mind was not resident in his body at the moment. All of it was replaced by the man who’d licked her until she saw stars.
“What do you like?” she asked. “In bed, I mean.”
“I like an enthusiastic partner.” His eyes now stayed fixed between her legs.
“What else? Do you enjoy doing what you just did? Licking me?” She bit her lip. This was as bold as she’d ever been.
“I do, yes. Especially when you come from it. I know that I’ve done well.”
“And reciprocated?” She’d never done it, though she knew from some of the books and pamphlets she’d found in Gregory’s library that it was possible.
“Yes. As long as my partner enjoys doing it. Would you like to?”
