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His head shot up, eyebrows lowered in curiosity. “What?”
“The law started earlier this year. It’s the McKinley Tariff Act. Haven’t you heard of it?”
“No. We play by our own rules over in Hell’s Kitchen. Besides, laws were made to be broken, Belle.”
“Not for me,” I rushed to say. “I’m Honest Dan Kelly’s daughter.”
He opened his mouth then closed it, like he’d thought better of whatever popped into his head. I couldn’t leave it alone, so I asked, “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing. No doubt the stupid law will be repealed soon. The Fifth Avenue ladies won’t like paying more for their gowns.”
I snorted. “Mrs. Astor already went to war with them and gave up. The customs house confiscated two of her Parisian gowns, charging her double the price. So she let them keep the garments.”
“Good for her.” He ran a finger down the middle of the corset, right over the fastenings. I could feel his hardness growing beneath my bottom. It felt larger than it had looked earlier. Without thinking, I shifted on his lap.
He hissed through his teeth. “Are you trying to get me to unload in my trousers?”
“No.” I instantly stiffened. “Though I don’t know what that means.”
His chest rose and fell. “Have you never seen a man’s cock before?”
“Of course not.” My skin was on fire, like I was standing in front of a furnace.
“Would you like to? Because you’ve got my balls aching right now, widow. I’d love to show you what that means.”
I bit my lip. I admit, I was curious. As soon as my father was released, my life would go back to lonely hours in the house by myself. Right now, I had the chance for excitement and danger. A way to make memories for cold winter nights ahead.
Bax and I were alone, in the middle of the night. Lost somewhere in a carriage in Manhattan. No one would ever know . . . .
“Yes,” I whispered.
Bax lifted me and placed my bottom on the seat beside him. “Fuck, I’ve never been so happy to hear that one word before.” His fingers went to his waist and he quickly began unfastening his trousers. “I can’t wait to look at you in that corset while I stroke myself off.”
Heart thumping, I watched as the buttons fell open. He wore a thin union suit, but I could see the length of his erection behind it. I couldn’t look away.
He popped the undergarment and then I saw it. Smooth skin, wide and long. A flushed cap on the end. He gripped the base to pull it free of his clothing. Heavens, was it supposed to be so big?
“What do you think? Do you like it?” He moved his hand up the thick length until he reached the crown. His body twitched and he groaned. “I’m so hard for you, Belle.”
“Does it hurt?” I couldn’t imagine having this . . . thing grow between my legs.
“No, it feels fucking amazing.”
He pumped his hand up and down a few times, his thighs spreading wider. I could feel his gaze on my breasts, which were pushed high under my corset and chemise. But I continued to watch his hand, mesmerized by how he pulled and twisted, manipulating his own flesh. I clenched my thighs, unbelievably aroused. A steady rhythm throbbed in the button atop my swollen sex, insistent and relentless.
“See how much I want you?” He was breathing hard now. “You’ve had me worked up since you lifted your skirts earlier.”
“Yeah?” I whispered.
His hand picked up speed. “Say my name like that, in that throaty whisper.”
“Bax.”
It was hardly a sound, but he heard me, letting out a moan as he stroked. Raising his free hand, he held one finger up to me. “Suck my finger into your mouth.”
I didn’t question why. He was my guide, and I was more than eager to follow him down a sinful path tonight.
I parted my lips. Instead of shoving inside roughly, he dragged his fingertip along the edges of my mouth, tracing me. Then he fed his finger gently onto my tongue. My toes curled at his taste and texture, so different from my own finger.
