Page 22 of Mr. Devereaux


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I could feel him watching my every move, and I have to admit that I maybe shook up that dance floor a little too much when I knew he was watching. Feeling his eyes on me sparked something lustful deep inside. Like I was owning not just the dancefloor, but also all of his attention.

I wanted him to desire me.

To take my body and give me what I want, because make no mistake, this may be all about him, but I have needs too. And by crikey those needs are going to be met by my hunk of a mystery man.

I wonder if he knew I was his at that point. His friends stood around him, watching, too. I doubt they’d have any clue that I was his woman for tonight. These things are meant to be discreet, but when I hear the latch on the door; I quickly scurry back into my shoes and get into position.

Mr. D likes a woman who has her back to him; that’s what Daphne said. Along with: ‘Let him explore you. He’ll take the lead—’ Whatever the hell that means.

I plant my hands on the end of the four-poster bed, leaning over slightly so my ass sticks out. My dress is riding up far shorter than is considered decent, but I’m sure he won’t mind. The only sound is my beating heart, racing in my chest ten to the dozen. My head is all over the place — wondering mainly if I can go through with this.

The floorboards creek slightly when the door opens, then it slips closed and I hear his movements as he pads across the carpet. It feels like the room temperature just went up a million degrees — suddenly I’m all hot and clammy.

He walks closer and every step he takes causes my heart to leap in my chest.

Holy shit, this is happening.

“Well, well,” he mutters under his breath. “What do we have here?”

I can barely think straight. I'm so turned on. I want him to touch me… now.

“Happy Birthday,” I whisper. “Courtesy of your bestest friends. They didn’t know what to get you, so… here I am.”

I hear the swoosh of his jacket being removed, then it lands right next to my hands on the comforter, his face mask follows shortly after.

In the next second, he’s standing right behind me.

“I saw you,” he whispers. “On the dance floor. You’re… you’re beautiful.”

I feel relief flood through me, my stomach almost bottoming out, as his hands come to grip my hips. His touch sears into my skin like molten lava.

I feel his erection press into my ass as he presses his body against my back.

Oh, lord. He feels so damn good.

His scent is masculine. Like spice and wood all rolled into one. It’s the sexiest smell I’ve ever encountered.

“What’s your name?” His mouth is at the nape of my neck.

I smile to myself, then say, “Whatever you want it to be.”

I knew tonight was going to be epic, but I had no idea just how thrilling it was going to be and how much my senses would be on fire.

I’ve no idea what he has in store for me, and the night has only just begun.

Chapter Six

Alistair

The beautiful creature in front of me can’t be real.

She’s stunning. Legs up to my armpits. Her long, blonde hair cascades down her back in soft waves. Her tanned skin ripe for the plucking. Her tits small but perfect, and that ass… fuck yeah, my friends got it right this time.

So this was the surprise my idiot friends couldn’t stop teasing me about, and I have to say, while I haven’t used Élégance in a while, they certainly exceeded my expectations with this rare beauty.

I move my hands up the side of her body, caressing her arms as she shudders under my touch.

“I’ll call you Princess, because that’s what a woman like you deserves.” I see her intake of breath, her shoulders wobbling just a little as I pull her upright. I bend down onto my haunches, running my hands up her long legs, cupping her ass under her dress. I groan when I find her without panties. I need to have a taste of this beautiful fucking woman.

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