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“I’ll help you figure it out,” he promised, mouth brushing against her cheek. “Just don’t run away from it.”
“Not running,” she mused. There was a long pause, then, “Are you really serious? Because if this is some kind of prank, I swear to the heavens…”
In response to her lingering doubts and half-joke, he nudged her head until her mouth was meeting his kisses, not her cheek. Just like that, she was weak for him and blooming at the same time, unable to get enough of his distinct masculine taste and his hunger. When she gasped, he deepened the kiss until Pearl was a shaky mess before him, her body unable to deny how she felt even when she was having difficulty with her words.
“Does this feel like I’m not serious?” he asked in between kisses.
Pearl tilted her head, angling it so she could bite his lower lip and suck. This time, he was the one shaky, and for some reason, that built her confidence. She let out a dreamy sigh, one tinged with sweetness and sass.
“I don’t know. I might need a little more convincing…no, scratch that. Alotmore convincing,” she teased.
And that was all it took for Henry to push his body further against her, grinding until he could grip her waist and she could wrap her legs around him.
Then he was walking them toward the nearest bedroom.
“I can’t believe you made me come four times.Fourtimes, Henry. If that’s not competitive, then I don’t know what is.”
Henry collapsed in bed, his hands stretched over his head while Pearl was torn between scolding him and curling against him. In the end, she did both, allowing him to draw her closer. While he seemed the type to not often be swayed by a voluptuous form and tight curves, he couldn’t seem to stop touching her—and when her clothes were off, he couldn’t seem to stop worshipping every inch of her.
To be fair, the man had a lot to be proud of considering he did a good job tonight, and she watched him openly admire her body. Then she looked down and it dawned that he was admiring the hickeys he had left behind, covering every inch of her. Pearl gasped and scowled at him.
“And don’t you dare smirk like that. It’s not funny.”
If anything, his smirk deepened. “Smirking isn’t a response to amusement. Laughing is.”
She rolled her eyes. “Smart ass. You know what I meant.”
“Hmm.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder, liking how it looked bare. “Do you want to eat?”
“I could eat,” she admitted, then shot him a dirty look when he turned speculative again. “Actual food, Henry, and not what you have in mind.”
“Damn.”
“And stop cursing.” This time, her voice was tempered with a soft warning. “It’s turning me on and I’m too tired for another round. I’m serious.”
Dark brown eyes darkened even further as if the very idea of it aroused him. She was sure he could even convince her for another round or two if it involved his sweet-talking—and those stupid magical hands—but Henry decided not to proceed when their stomachs rumbled in unison. He grinned and playfully pushed her off the bed. He watched intensely as her butt shimmied and she posed confidently. When his cock twitched, she shamelessly stretched her arms in the air and made her tits jiggle.
“Keep that up, sweetheart, and there will be only one kind of eating for the rest of the day.”
Pearl made a sound, unsure whether her sensitive core could take it this soon. But her body throbbed wildly, already knowledgeable of how good that mouth was.
“Behave, Mr. Prim.”
This time, her scolding had an effect as he cleared his throat and forced his gaze away.
“Let me look for Martin and ask him to make us some food.”
At that, she stopped stretching and turned to him, shaking her head adamantly. “No. Hell, no.”
“What is it now?”
“We can make our food. Let’s not disturb the poor man who saw and heard too much already, including us having sex on whatever surface you can think of.”
“Now that’s an idea.” His features glinted. “I have a very comfortable couch. I don’t think you have been to my garden, either. It’s very lush and has a nice grassy spot for picnics. Then there’s the throne room—”
“Absolutely not! Have you seen those sculptures?” She mock-shuddered. “It would feel like they are watching me and that’s just creepy. Say what you think about me, but I’m not into voyeurism.”
“That’s good. Because I want to be the only one to see you like this.”
