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“What are you doing?” she whispered, laying her hands on his shoulders.
“I’m a little tired of Michael’s attentiveness to you,” he said, holding her gaze with his own as he looked up at her. Despite that firm look, his hands were busy elsewhere. He scooped up the hem of her gown, lifting it high, then his hands went to cup the backs of her thighs.
“Wait… are you jealous?” she asked. “Just because I like your friend.”
He didn’t answer with words, but she felt he didn’t need to, not when one of his hands was sliding her thigh to the side, creating a space between her legs.
“James…” She gasped at the touch, wanting more of it.
“Maybe I just wish to remind you of who you are married to.” His words made her laugh. He may have almost been commanding with that statement, but she felt it was playful.
He lifted her leg suddenly, so she was standing on only one foot, then he placed her knee over his shoulder.
“Stay quiet now.” At his order, she nodded, rather feeling like she was playing out one of her dreams, only too happy to do as he asked of her.
He leaned forward, kissing the insides of her thighs. Each brush of his lips was a tease, a promise of what more could come, then he playfully nipped the inside of her thigh. She was so busy gasping at that feeling, surprised he had done it, that she was unprepared for his lips moving to her core.
James found her center. The kisses were immediately pleasurable. It felt different to whenever Marina had explored herself. This was somehow much more intimate, and the shot of thrills was stronger as if she was intoxicated by some sort of liquor that made her head swim. She clutched to the wood paneling behind her with one hand, and James’ shoulder with the other, tipping her head back as she moaned at the feeling.
He became bolder. Soon, they were no longer just kisses that remained outside of her. He delved deeper, reaching up with his fingers so that he was pleasuring her not just with his tongue but his fingers too.
The thrill became wild within Marina. She could barely contain it or stay still, for her body longed to thrash with pleasure, to cling onto him and not let go. She didn’t know how long they stayed against the wall. Seconds bled into minutes, and she became limp. Soon enough, her body wouldn’t stay standing. As she grew weak against the paneling, she felt James’ arm come up around her.
“Oh!” With swift ease, he spun her around to the floor and somehow ended up above her. Her knees were high, the skirt of her gown around her hips as he bent over her, his lips returning to her center. He worked faster now, harder, and seeing his dark hair moving down by her core did something to her.
The pleasure shot her over the edge. Being with him was much more intense than she had imagined. Her body reached a euphoric state, and she bucked toward him, riding out her pleasure as she came down from her high.
Even as she laid there, quivering in the aftermath of the quakes that shuddered her body, his fingers continued to dance on her core but gently now as if exploring her sensitivity. Slowly, he raised himself up, resting himself on an elbow with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Well?” he asked, clearly hoping for some praise.
“Well, if it helps, I definitely remember who I am married to.”
“Good.” He moved down toward her, about to kiss her again, when there was a knock at the door.
Marina’s eyes shot toward the office door in a panic, thinking of how loud her moans had been despite James’ instructions to stay quiet.
“My apologies, James, but you’re needed in the gambling hall,” Michael called. “Believe me, I would not be dragging you away if it wasn’t necessary. With the sounds coming from that room, I don’t need to imagine in what way you are busy.”
“Michael!” James snapped in the direction of the door. Marina lifted a hand trying to cover up her laughter as James bent down toward her and kissed her forehead, just once.
The touch astounded her. It was a soft kiss, one more of affection than heat.
“Regrettably, we must end this here for now.”
* * *
James stood outside his bedchamber door, looking down the corridor toward Marina’s door. It would be so easy for him to go to her tonight.
He was too exhausted to consider making love to her that night. It was also not how he wanted their first night together to be. A woman like Marina deserved so much more than a hurried release in the darkness. She deserved to be adored and pleasured, and he had every intention of building up to that moment.
Not tonight.
Yet he found himself leaving his bedchamber door and walking toward her own anyway. He leaned on the wall beside the door, looking at the closed wood.
Earlier that day when he’d been called away by Michael to attend business, one thing had led to another. He’d had to deal with gamblers refusing to pay, one near brawl that got out of hand, and also a former customer who had been banned and insisted on trying to come in. When he had refused to leave, James had stepped out onto the front step in front of the men he had hired for security and told the man to scarper, reminding him of what debtors’ prison had been like the last time he was there.
After such a long day and night, James needed his sleep and rest. His hand reached for Marina’s door handle, wondering if it could be had in her room. Perhaps he could share her bed purely for sleep, lying beside her.
