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“You liked it?” He ground against me, and this time, my nipples tightened against his chest.

“Don’t stop.”

Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure that traveled up my torso and into my nipples, then down the insides of my thighs until they reached my toes. I tightened around him and bucked. This had to be my g-spot. Somehow, Henry had found it, and now he was giving me the most excruciating pleasure of my life.

My nails dug into his ass cheeks—I couldn’t help it—and Henry shuddered. He pulled out, then thrust forward in tight, circular motions. I bit down hard on my bottom lip. Was that how he and Blake had sex? They had looked so hot together at the Valentines’ Party.

“Keep going,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Fuck,” he gasped out.

Henry continued this maddening back and forth circular movement that hit my clit with one stroke and caressed that sensitive spot in my core with another. Sweat poured down my brow, and I panted at having been suspended in pleasure for so long without release.

I squeezed my eyes shut and quickened my movements. Henry did the same, and flashes of pleasure lit up my nerve endings. They kept sparking and flaring until the deepest spasm rocked my core and squeezed Henry so hard, I worried it might hurt.

“Ugh!” Henry’s upper body convulsed, and a low, deep moan filled my ears and reverberated in his chest. His erection thickened and trembled with tiny shudders.

A second orgasm blazed through my body, making me clench and pulse around him in a series of never-ending tremors.

As Henry softened, he drew back, green eyes bright. “Give me a minute,” he said between panting breaths. “I’m going to fuck you until my prick falls off.”

Chapter 11

I lay beneath Henry and breathed hard. That second round had been even more intense than the first, but we had spent too long in the bedroom. Mrs. Bourneville would be livid if she knew we hadn’t made an effort to get changed. My gaze wandered around his bedroom at the charcoal-colored walls, lit by gilded sconces and floor lamps. There was no sign of a clock, but I found a bookshelf of leather tomes and gold-framed paintings of rugby players wearing nineteenth-century uniforms.

Henry cupped my breast and kneaded it with his large hand. “One more.”

I pressed both hands on his broad shoulders and gave his immovable body a shove. “What about dinner?”

He placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’ll eat you.”

A laugh huffed out of my chest. “Behave yourself. Your mom’s probably holding up dinner. What if she gets impatient and sends someone to fetch us?”

“You are right,” said a female voice through the door, the slight German accent giving it a creepy edge. “But his father sent me.”

My heart jumped into my throat, and I stiffened. Who the fuck was that?

“Aunt Idette,” Henry growled. “How long have you been standing out there?”

“Long enough to hear you engaging in fornications with a young girl!” she snapped. “You had better get dressed and face your father.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

He drew back, brows furrowed, blond curls in disarray. “What for?”

“I should have stopped us before things got too far.”

He snorted. “Nothing would have stopped me from fucking you. Not even father standing in the middle of the room.” Henry rolled off me and sat up. “I’ve wanted you for months.”

The dim lighting from the wall sconces accentuated the bulge of his muscles while deepening where they formed grooves, such as the dips that separated his six-pack. My throat dried. He looked like something out of a photoshoot, including for the knowing smirk. “Want a shower?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think about all the things I had done while showering with Blake and Edward, and all the things I would like to do with a hot, wet, and naked Henry. “A quick one.”

Henry’s dark chuckle made my nipples tighten with anticipation. My eyes snapped open, and I gave him what I hoped was a severe glare. “I mean it. Your aunt’s outside, waiting for us. No messing about.”

“Of course,” he said in a voice too smooth to be believable.

I stepped off the bed and padded across to one of the many doors around the large room. The first one I opened led to an impressive, walk-in closet of open rails laden with garments, mahogany shelves, and a leather lounge chair.