Page 28 of Surrender to Sin

Gasping for breath, Grace writhed against his hot mouth. When her juices coated his tongue and chin, he penetrated her with two thick fingers, twisting and curling and rubbing them against a place that made her cry out with sheer bliss, helpless against a whirlwind of intoxicating sensation.

“Please, Sebastian,” she begged, ready to agree to anything if he would just boost her over that last edge and make her come. “Please, now.”

Instantly he wrapped his lips around her clit, the delicate suction contrasting so perfectly with the rough drive of his fingers that she climaxed, shuddering and jerking as waves of ecstasy buffeted her whole body.

“Mmmm,” said Sebastian, leaning back on his boot heels and licking his lips, watching with a rather smug smile while she recovered her wits. “Much better. Now we’re ready—”

Not even allowing him to finish the sentence, Grace shoved him. Off balance, he fell back onto a thick woven rug, and she scrambled on top of him, one knee falling on either side of his thighs as her backside pinned his legs to the floor.

“Not quite,” she replied in a low, sultry voice. Somehow she managed to undo the front flap of his breeches without tearing off the buttons, freeing his hard cock into her waiting hands.

Lowering her head she took him into her mouth, sucking gently on the swelling head while lapping the sensitive underside with her tongue.

Sebastian groaned, and this time it was his hands cupping her head as he wordlessly pleaded for more. Greedily she took him deeper, sucking his length down her throat while she clenched and unclenched one hand around the thick base and cupped his seed-heavy balls.

“Gracie,” he muttered, panting hard while his hips bucked with such violence she swayed on her precarious perch. “That feels good. So damned good, darling. Your mouth on my cock, your hands…going to make me come so hard…”

Sebastian climaxed with a guttural groan. Reveling in the earthy taste of him, she swallowed hard then slid his cock from her mouth, delicately lapping it clean before tucking it back under the breeches flap and refastening the buttons.

Smiling serenely into his sated, half-dazed eyes, Grace braced her hands on his solid chest, rose to her feet, and smoothed the creases from her costume. “Now, my lord. Now we are ready to join the party.”

…

The ballroom was rapidly filling with a crush of London’s best—well-dressed voyeurs choosing their spots on the tiered seating, male and female pirates and captives mingling on the wooden ship deck waiting for proceedings to start—but Sin only had eyes for one.

The luscious, masked princess in blue satin on his arm.

No other woman in the room held a candle to Grace. Certainly not the combination of down to earth sweetness, wit, a wide-eyed enthusiasm for sex, and breathtaking beauty. And the best part was, she had feelings for him. Only a woman who truly held a man in affection could smile at the most ridiculous, vaguest, bumbling declaration of intent ever spoken, then a short while later, own him so completely.

Christ, he’d pleasured her to get her in the right frame of mind for the evening; he’d never expected her to return the favor. But when she’d taken charge for the first time, straddling him on the guest chamber rug and performing the best cock suck of his life…even the thought of it made his breeches uncomfortably tight again.

“Sebastian,” said Grace, tugging on his sleeve. “Look at the ship! How splendid. And everyone’s costumes. Does Madame Alice make them all?”

“Yes. Most orders get placed months in advance, so it’s a very, very lucrative evening for her and the girls. An enormous amount of work, but unlike other modistes, payment is expected promptly on delivery, and I calculate a financial bonus for the seamstresses involved into each bill. They’ll get the equivalent of a year’s rent, food, and clothing from one ball.”

Her hand curled tighter around his arm and squeezed. “I love that. All the wonderful, practical ways you help. I bet your mama looks down from heaven with such pride. Your father, too.”

A boulder lodged in his throat and he looked away.

“It will be ten years next month. I miss them a lot.” The words tumbled out before he could stop them. “Mama was so much fun, kind and loving and thoroughly unconventional. Father told me he knew the day he met her that she was the woman for him. I always thought that fanciful. Unlikely. But now…”

“I would have loved to have met them. Tell them what a fine son they raised,” said Grace, cupping his cheek, and he reluctantly turned back, unsettled again by the feelings of vulnerability and awkwardness. Not even being able to string a coherent fucking sentence together. Damned bloody poets and playwrights had a lot to answer for, implying that this love business was all so natural and easy.

“I’m sure they would have—”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Pirates and Captives! Please take your seats and places, ball festivities will begin in a few minutes!”

Glancing over at the footman bellowing his message to all corners, Sin exhaled with a mixture of relief and irritation. “That is our call, Princess Grace. Does your mask feel secure enough?”

“Perhaps it could be a little tighter,” she said, turning her head so he could swiftly retie the silken thread. “Lead on, my pirate. I do hope I’ve been allocated a very public place in front of all these lords and ladies.”

“But of course,” he replied, dropping a quick kiss on her shoulder before escorting her across the ballroom floor and up onto the wide deck.

With a blast of trumpet fanfare, Vice appeared out of a cabin. The viscount was dressed up to the hilt in black breeches and boots, a hunter-green velvet jacket, white open-neck shirt, and black tricorn hat. One eye was covered in a black satin patch, and his fingers damn near glowing with heavy gold, ruby, and emerald-set rings. He stood at the ship’s helm then strolled the length of the deck, barking instructions to his crew, halting here and there to test a whip or fondle a cowering captive.

The audience cheered and applauded wildly, and Sin almost joined in. Nobody commanded attention like Vice, and the fearless exhibitionist was in his element here.

“You! Pirate Sin! Who do you offer for my amusement and plunder?”