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His grip on her tightened. “No, you don’t.” He kissed her cheek. “Tawdry though it may be.”
Despite forcing the issue, Leo Murphy didn’t care to be described as tawdry. And he was also correct in assuming she didn’t hate him. Shedidwant to kiss his wide mouth. Feel his naked skin against hers. She’d thought of him so often, teasing her own nipples into peaks as her fingers wandered between her thighs. What harm was there in admitting it to him?
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He came around her, leaning over to take one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and laving the nipple until her hands threaded into his hair.
“I have touched myself.” The words hiccupped out of her. “But nothing happened.”
The reward for her honesty was for him to get on his knees before her, one big hand stretching across her hip, holding her firmly in place. The other toyed with the ribbon of her garter, but he made no effort to discard her hose. Fingers traversed the length of one leg, drawing circles on the inside of her thigh while Georgina forced herself to stay still. The briefest of touches, like the stroke of a small brush, came closer to the spot aching for his touch.
“Like this, Georgina?” His thumb stroked around the swollen nub. “Does that feel right?”
Her hand fell on top of his, their fingers lacing together as he held her hip. “Yes.”
“Is it tawdry enough for you?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to one plump thigh.
“It was an unfortunate choice of words, Leo. I meant to say sordid.”
A soft sound came from him as his finger slid up into her folds. “I can smell your arousal, Georgina. Taste it in the air. I want it on my tongue.”
Oh God. Please.
He stood abruptly and took her chin in his big hands, kissing her slow and deep as she sagged helplessly against him.
Georgina was in a dream, her poor mind firing in so many different directions, conscious only of pleasure, shut down, entirely intoxicated with the feel of his mouth on hers. He pushed her back to the settee where she landed awkwardly, her legs splayed open.
Without any preamble, he kneeled before her, hooking her legs over his broad shoulders. She was completely exposed, her legs trembling. Her slippers were still on her feet. Should she kick them off?
“Your waistcoat is ghastly,” she murmured, falling back against the cushion.
“You aren’t afraid.” Leo’s mouth tilted into a half-smile, showing his dimple.
“No. I’m...curious,” she said honestly, jerking as he stroked gently along her slit once more with his thumb. The feather-light touch had her tightening her legs, pulling him closer to her. Her entire body, sensitive to the slightest pressure, twisted as the slow burn of pleasure traveled up her limbs. She remembered this feeling, this jagged run up a hill, but there had been nothing once she reached the top, only a vague sensation that something lingered over the horizon. And a great deal of frustration. No resolution to the building pleasure. No—
A soft gasp of surprise left her as his tongue replaced his thumb, circling and sucking, while Georgina could do nothing more but whimper and push her hips more firmly against his mouth. She’d heard about this act but never—
“Oh.” Her breathing grew ragged as the pulse of her body built up to a sharp edge, waiting only for Leo to force her over. He paused, his mouth moving to nibble the inside of her thighs while she thumped the cushions, frustrated that he continued to hold something wonderful just out of her reach. Over and over, he teased her until Georgina became wild with need, her hips thrusting shamelessly in his direction.
“Beg,” he breathed against her sensitive flesh.
“What?” Her fingers pulled at his hair. She bit her lip. Shook her head. She wouldn’t do it. Wouldn’t beg. It was unfair. Cruel. “Damn you.” Georgina twisted her hips, trying to put herself back in his mouth.
“Tawdry and damned I might be, but right now, I daresay I’m the most important person in the room.”
In desperation, she tried to reach down between her legs, and he grabbed ahold of her wrists. “Please,” she gave in with a sob. “Leo. Please.”
Georgina, much to her everlasting shame, screamed out his name as the most amazing, exquisite bliss flooded her body. Pleasure rolled over her in waves. She was sure everyone in Elysium heard her. At the very least, whoever was stationed outside Leo’s office door had to have heard unless they were deaf. Her heels dug into Leo’s back, body straining upward until the last tremor left her. Finally, panting and sated, she lay back against the settee upon one of those silly cushions, a tassel tickling her ribs.
“So that’s what all the fuss is about. I’m glad I didn’t know before, else I would have cheerfully ruined myself,” she whispered.
“Georgie, my beauty.” His big body slid up the naked length of hers. She felt terribly vulnerable with the buttons of his waistcoat cold and catching at her skin. He cupped her face tenderly, thumb brushing at the corner of her mouth. His lips parted, as if he would speak, but instead, he only kissed her.
Oh, how he kissed her.
As if she were precious. Adored. Worshipped. She could live the rest of her days on this kiss. On his touch. The heat of his body felt so good against hers. Right in a way she hadn’t expected. What was the point in continuing to salvage her pride?
Georgina fell into Leo, giving up any pretense she didn’t want him. Later, she would hate herself and him. But not now, not when she could taste herself on his lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers sliding into the silky threads of his hair. There was no fight left in her. Not an ounce of pride. His mouth slanted over hers, hard and greedy, claiming her as his.
