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The slightly anxious expression that flickered across her face reminded him that for all her self-possession and teasing, they had only made love that one time.

Roland set his hands on her thighs and gently stroked her. “Look at me, darling.”

She pulled her gaze from his prick with obvious reluctance.

He smiled up at her and gently pulled her down for a long kiss before saying, “I would like nothing more than to take you the way I did the last time, but that really would be bad for my leg. And so, my dearest love, you will have to be in charge tonight.”

***

In charge.

The words caught Aurelia’s attention. Looking down to where he was jutting up at her it wasn’t difficult to discern what Roland meant, but Aurelia had to admit it surprised her that men would hand over control in such a way.

“It is the same principle as before, but you set the pace,” he said, as he caressed the skin of her thighs, kneading and stroking the muscles and moving up and up, until the pads of his fingers traced the tender crease between her legs and sex. “I might be flat on my back, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still give you pleasure,” he said, his pupil swelling as he parted her lower lips.

Aurelia gasped when he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his slick finger sending jolts of arousal to her womb, belly, and breasts.

“You are already wet,” he said. “Have you been thinking about this evening, Aurelia?”

She had no intention of confessing just how eagerly she had been anticipating this night.

She frowned as his clever finger moved in the wrong direction and away from the source of her pleasure. Aurelia shifted her hips to follow him. And then noticed his smile.

“You are doing that on purpose.”

He didn’t deny it. “Answer my question. Have you thought about tonight?”

“Yes.”

He began to stroke her the right way and her eyelids fluttered. Why did it feel so much better when he did it than when—

“Did you touch yourself?”

Her eyes snapped open when his finger stilled. Again.

“Did you touch yourself?” she retorted.

He laughed. “At least once a night, sometimes twice.”

Her sex clenched at that mental picture and his smile turned into a grin. “You like the sound of that, hmm? You would like to watch me, I think?”

God save her; she did. What sort of deviant enjoyed thinking about the sins of Onan and wanted to watch? Her sort, apparently.

“Yes and yes.” She said the words quickly, before she could come to her senses.

His hand resumed its magic. “I will want to see that at some point, Aurelia. You spread out on the bed, your legs wide open, your dainty finger—”

“Roland!”

He laughed, the sound satisfied and wicked.

Thankfully, his hand did not stop. Instead, his other hand joined it.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he murmured as her body began to shake, the pressure inside her so intense it almost hurt.

His hot blue gaze burned through her, his lips slack as his own breathing sped. “Yes,” he urged as her tremors became shudders, the pleasure inside her suddenly unfurling.

Aurelia cried out, her eyes closing no matter how hard she tried to keep them open.