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I whimpered.
“You were goddamn made to be fucked by me,” he announced, his voice thick, gruff, amazing.
“Yes,” I breathed, holding tighter with my legs wrapped around his ass, tensing and relaxing the walls of my sex to his rhythm.
He dropped his forehead to mine and groaned, “Christ, your cunt, darling. Bloody beautiful.”
“Keep fucking me, Ian,” I begged.
His eyes so close, we could give butterfly kisses, he said low, “Never going to stop.”
“Never,” I whispered.
“Never,” he vowed.
We stared into each other’s eyes, feeling those words, both of us. I knew it. Feeling it deep into our hearts and guts and the marrow of our bones.
We did this until, abruptly, he ordered a commanding, “Come.”
To my shock, instantly, I came, pushing my face in his throat and gasping.
He sunk his teeth into my shoulder, causing a further ripple in my climax as he snarled his own.
Needless to say, it was after dinner.
Everyone loved my orange cake, even Richard, who took his first bite and couldn’t hide his pleasure.
Naturally, Daniel had a hefty stock of condoms, and both brothers slipping out while we had after dinner drinks in the Wine Room, he gave Ian and I a full box.
And dinner had been a disaster, but we all pretended it wasn’t.
Ian waited until our breathing had slowed before he lifted me off his dick and set me to the floor, but still kept me pressed into the wall, which was good. My legs were happy stands of jelly.
I still had my arms around him, and I slid one hand into his thick, soft, luscious hair and said, “I must say, milord, you’re one seriously great fuck.”
His head twitched, and then he pressed me into the wall and roared with laughter.
I lay on his bed on my belly, naked.
Ian slid a hand up the back of my thigh to my ass as he slid his lips up my spine.
Then at my ear, he noted, “You’re upset she forgave him.”
Earlier, when Ian and I left our room to belatedly go to cocktails, we ran into Portia and Daniel coming out onto the landing from the northeast hall.
Portia looked like me, swollen lips, hazy gaze, in happy la-la land of a recent orgasm.
Daniel looked relieved and chuffed with himself.
I’d claimed my sister by hooking my arm in hers and walking down the stairs with her in front of Ian and Daniel.
“All right?” I whispered.
“We talked it out,” she whispered back and then gave me a radiant smile.
Daniel might be an idiot, but he was good at one thing, I could see.
But…damn.
