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“You thought I was giving away my favors freely,” she said, her lips puffed out.
He kissed her soft lips. “I was jealous.”
“You thought me wicked.”
“I was out of my mind.” Another kiss.
“A wanton!”
“My wanton.” He dipped his head and captured her mouth in a heated kiss.
Olivia moaned and gave into his embrace.
He kissed her slowly, hungrily, slanting his mouth over hers, while he gathered her soft curves against his body. He didn’t count the saints or hold himself back now. Jarvis took Olivia by her hips and rubbed her pelvis against his, feeding his desire, making certain she knew how she made him feel.
Olivia moaned, and her head fell back. Jarvis put his lips on her neck, suckling gently, then grazing her skin with his teeth.
“Jarvis!” His name was a prayer.
Jarvis grinned against her skin. It felt soothing and arousing at the same time hearing his name on her lips. She knew it was him. She wanted him. Not a masked hero, not the perfect gentleman. Him.
Olivia ran her hand up his chest, caressing his neck before venturing under his cravat. She untied it, tugged it off, and threw it aside. At the same time, Jarvis picked her up, walked to the desk, and seated her on top. He gently spread her legs so he could stand between them, closer to her body. Olivia put her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him.
“You should have told me the truth from the start,” she said.
Jarvis dipped his hands inside her skirts, running them up her calves, knees, and settling on her thighs above her garters.
“I was an idiot,” he whispered.
Olivia gasped, and he took advantage, covering her mouth with his again and plunging his tongue inside. He stood between her legs, with her skirts pooled high above her legs, his hands clutching her naked thighs, holding them against his hips. All the while, he was sensually running his tongue against the silky interior of her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, urging her to respond.
Olivia circled his shoulders with her arms and put her hand against the bare nape of his neck, drawing him closer. She shyly touched her tongue to his, and he groaned at the pleasure the touch invoked. She chuckled and ventured further, tangling her tongue with his, opening her mouth wider, overtaking the kiss, and devouring his mouth. Olivia’s breaths grew frantic. She was restlessly moving and wriggling against Jarvis, clawing and fighting to get more of him.
“Shh, Olive, darling,” he crooned.
“No!” She raised her gaze to his, her eyes panicked.
She was still inexperienced in her desires and clearly did not know how to assuage her thirst. Jarvis was barely holding on to his composure. He just wanted to drop his breeches and enter her hot, wet center. Olivia’s shining eyes beseeched him to do just that.
Jarvis moved his hands up her thighs and clutched her bare bottom, at the same time grinding his pelvis against her most feminine flesh. Olivia threw back her head and moaned. Jarvis dipped his head and trailed his mouth down her jaw, her neck, down to the upper tops of her breasts, bared above her bodice. Olivia wriggled against him, whimpering in his arms.
“Jarvis, I’m hot… the clothes…”
Jarvis closed his eyes.Yes, dear, I want to get rid of the clothes too. But not here.
Jarvis bit her skin above her bodice and played with Olivia’s nipples through her bodice. Olivia let out a moan, and Jarvis almost came undone.
He needed to end the interlude. Otherwise, he was bound to deflower her right on this desk in the duke’s study. She deserved better than that.
She deserved a nice, soft bed. She deserved the comfort of her home and not the embarrassment of walking through the ball while sore and confused. She deserved more than Jarvis could give her at the moment. But the least he could do was give her some pleasure.
Jarvis pressed his thigh against her center, and Olivia instinctively ground herself against him. The hot evidence of her desire pooled out of her, and Jarvis groaned. He continued moving against her as the desk groaned and screeched beneath them.
They moved in an unrelenting rhythm, moaning with every thrust, until Olivia tensed and let out a keening cry, her whole body shuddering and pulsing in pleasure.
Jarvis held Olivia close to his heart in the aftermath of her orgasm. He was breathing heavily, his own pleasure unspent, his cock still hard and straining against the constraints of his breeches. He held her tightly to him, possibly too tightly, trying to calm his own nerves.
He relaxed after a moment and started caressing Olivia’s back in calming circles. He was still standing between her hips, his thigh plastered against her center, her breasts crushed against his chest, her face lodged between his shoulder and neck. He lowered his head and kissed her on her bare shoulder. She let out a breathy moan and shifted in his arms.
