Page 71 of The Duke of Pain

“How was it?”

Olivia turned and gave him a warm smile. “The bath? Absolutely glorious. I sat in the water until my skin wrinkled.” She lifted the collar of his dressing-gown to her nose. “And being wrapped in your scent acts as a calming balm, to be certain.”

He padded up behind her, reached for the brush, and gently ran it through her long, flowing locks. She leaned her head back against his chest. Kitten-like mews of satisfaction left her throat with each glide.

“Oh, that feels nice,” she purred.

“Love, I almost hate to bring this up since you are so relaxed. I wish us to move forward together. Put the past behind us. But there is one part of your past you must face.”

Olivia sat up straight and stared at him in the reflection. “What do you mean?”

“Hear me out. It concerns Brookton.”

He told her about Damon’s statements about his father and the illegitimate children. About Damon’s passionate speech regarding illegitimate children in general.

“He wishes to find any half-siblings. Although he acts an arrogant sod, he is not like his father. Not deep down where it counts. He would respect your wishes about not telling Chellenham. What do you think?”

Olivia’s brows knotted with concern. “I don’t know what to think. I will consider it. But I am adamant about the duke not knowing.”

“Understood.”

“Why is he so keen on finding these half-siblings?”

“I do not know. You can ask Brookton if you decide to meet.” Gideon continued to gently brush her hair. “Your hair is a crowning glory. God, how I want it draped across my thighs as you—”

She glanced at him in the mirror’s reflection. “As I what?”

“Suck my cock. Make me come.” He laughed at seeing her eyes go wide in the mirror. “I certainly changed the subject, didn’t I? It appears I am, as rumor states—quite decadent and insatiable. Fathomless depths of stamina. But know this, only for you, Liv, and you alone.”

Gideon laid the brush on the counter and rested his hands on her shoulders.

Olivia stood, took Gideon’s hand, and led him out into the bedroom. She pulled down his trousers until they hit the floor. He kicked them aside.

“You are such a feast for the eyes,” she murmured. “Lie down, and I will do as you wish. Or try to, as I’ve never done it before. I will spread my hair across your thighs, suck your c—”

Gideon pulled her tight against him and kissed her intensely, cutting off the rest of her sentence.

Sighing, Olivia tunneled her hands through his hair, grabbed a handful in her fist, and pulled him in for an even deeper kiss.

A low, husky rumble left the corner of his mouth. Then Gideon broke the kiss and lay on the bed.

Olivia dropped the dressing gown on the floor then climbed on the bed, straddling his hips. She laid flat between his spread legs and grasped his shaft at the base, squeezing tight.

“Yes. Grip it tighter,” Gideon growled.

First, she laid out her long hair on either side of him, creating a blanket of blonde locks. Olivia gripped him again, squeezed, and then slid her hand up and down the length of him.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Gideon. Instruct me. Guide me.”

“God, you expect me to talk?” he laughed brokenly. “Take me deep. Lick, nibble, suck, do whatever you wish. Grip me at the root and guide it into your lush mouth.”

Her mouth closed over the swollen head, and Gideon cried out, his head lifting off the pillow.

“Yes. Deeper.”

Gideon gently grabbed a fistful of her hair then guided her to a faster pace. His hips rose off the bed with each bob of her head.

“Jesus, I’m close—” He croaked. He pulled away from her as he reached his peak and cried out with sheer bliss.