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“I can’t believe you’re here,” he breathed into her ear, and, while there, bit her earlobe.
“I heard your laugh on the stairs. I don’t know how, but I knew it was you.”
“King wouldn’t have given you my address.”
Eleanor laughed again, low, throaty, and playfully sinister. “I beat it out of him.”
“What about—”Søren, he tried to say, but she cut him off.
“Are you going to keep giving me the third degree, sir? Or are you going to beat me and fuck me like your life depends on it?”
Breathing in, he inhaled her scent—lilies, orchids—the subtle essence of every hothouse flower he could name graced her skin. She’d always seemed like a hothouse flower—something beautiful and wild, yet thrived best in captivity.
If only he could keep her. “My life does depend on it.”
“Well, then…” She slid her hands over his bare shoulders and met his eyes. “Maybe we should stop wasting time.”
She pushed his running shorts down and took his hard cock in her hands. Burying his mouth in the crook of her neck, he groaned as the hands he’d dreamed of for a year and a half did everything he remembered they could. With her slim, nimble fingers, she traced the length and width of him, gently caressed the sensitive underside, and cupped his testicles. He groaned with the shameless abandon of a submissive.
“You have to stop, or I’ll come in your hands,” he warned her.
“Oh, no. Not that. Anything but that.” Eleanor pushed him onto his back, and he went willingly. She wrenched his shorts off and threw them against the wall with the flourish of a matador. Then she pushed his legs apart and kissed the inside of his ankle. She kissed the soft indentation right under his quad muscles before dipping her head and biting his inner thigh—hard. Daniel winced. Eleanor only laughed.
Daniel’s head fell back as she wrapped her lips around his cock and caressed it with her tongue. With torturously light licks and kisses, she focused her attention solely on the head. As erotic as it was, he needed more than just pleasure. He craved connection. He reached down and found her hand, twined their fingers together.
Real…she was real and warm and here, and God, she was sucking his cock like she missed him as much as he missed her. He knew he’d be fooling himself to believe that. She’d picked Søren over him, and she would probably do it again. Why she was here now, he didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All he could do was let go and enjoy it.
He let go. With a soft cry and spurt after spurt of come, he filled her mouth. Her throat moved as she swallowed every drop he gave her.
When it was done, Eleanor sat up on her knees and licked her lips. Daniel took her in his arms and pulled her onto him, laying her against his chest.
“I still can’t believe you’re here.”
“I’m here.” She smiled blissfully, a little drunkenly. “For now.”
“Kingsley said if I agreed to be in his stupid auction, he’d let me see you again.”
“You got conned. King doesn’t get to decide who I see and don’t see.”
“But Søren does.”
“If you really believe that, you don’t know me very well.”
Daniel laughed softly. “Here I thought you were the world’s greatest submissive. Turns out, you’re the world’s greatest actress.”
“I really am a terrible submissive. I submit when I want to, not when he wants me to. Which is fine with him. According to him, it’s more fun to punish me when I deserve it.”
“You always deserve it.”
She turned her face up to his, grinned, and Daniel kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. The mix of his salt and her sweetness set his blood to boiling again. Pushing her onto her back, he pinned her wrists to the bed.
“I know you’ll go back to him tonight.” Daniel dipped his head and lightly sucked on each nipple before kissing his way back to the hollow of her throat, “but you’ll take my bruises with you.”
Helpless underneath him, she panted. “Yes, sir.”
He dragged her from the bed by her wrists and left her standing at the footboard.
“Kneel,” he ordered, and she went down onto her knees.
