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“Why not?”
“Because it would require me to break a promise.”
“To Redding?”
“Yes.”
Alaric was becoming more and more frustrated with this conversation. That frustration quickly turned to anger the longer he failed to think of any circumstances under which Grace and Redding might have reason to meet at her home for two hours twice a week that did not involve a sexual relationship. He couldn’t think of a single one.
“Iwish for you to answer the question, Grace,” he bit out, his jaw tightly clenched.
“And I have said I cannot.”
“Because of a promise you made to Redding.”
“Yes.”
“Stand.”
“You are hurting me, Alaric.” She used her other hand to try to pry off the tight grip his fingers now had of her wrist.
He released her abruptly, wincing when he saw how her delicate skin was already starting to turn red. “You will stand, Grace.”
She looked at him searchingly, drawing in a soft gasp in response to whatever emotion she saw in Alaric’s narrowed gaze. “George and I are not lovers,” she insisted.
“Then what the hell are you?”
“Friends. We are friends,” she implored when Alaric grasped the tops of her arms and pulled her to her feet.
He kept her a prisoner between his thighs as he leaned forward to sweep everything from the top of his desk.
“The ink will stain the carpet,” she cried as the small bottle containing the dark liquid tipped over and began to do exactly that.
“Let it,” he growled as he reached around her to unfasten the buttons at the back of Grace’s gown before lifting her and placing her on her back on top of the now-empty surface of his desk.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked when he threw up her skirts.
Alaric made no reply but untied the ribbon at the top of her drawers before easily lifting her bottom so he could slide the garment down her thighs before removing it completely.
He stepped between her parted thighs and breathed in the aphrodisiac of her juices as he gazed hotly at her bare pussy.
Grace might verbally protest, but the dark curls covering her mound were already damp with her arousal, the swollen lips there slick with the same juices and flushed a deep pink.
Alaric gently parted those lips to reveal the engorged nub hidden between those delicate folds.
The temptation was too much, and he bent low enough to allow him to spend several minutes licking up the juices from those soft lips and sucking that sensitive clit. He didn’t relent until Grace was squirming, mewling with pleasure and on the verge of a climax.
He straightened enough to see her cheeks were flushed and there was a feverish glitter in her eyes. Nor had she moved her hands from where they lay curled into fists beside her.
Alaric’s anger faded as quickly as it had arisen, leaving only a desire to please her. “Say yes, Grace,” he encouraged.
She gave a dazed shake of her head. “To what…?”
“To me. To whatever I wish to do, however I wish to touch you, so that I might give you the most pleasure,” he encouraged throatily.
Grace knew she should say no.
That shemustsay no.
