Page 100 of The Seduction of an English Scoundrel

Gentleman that he was, he didn’t bother to point out he could have freed himself and tossed her onto her back with a minimum of effort. In this case, turnabout was definitely fair play, and when she bent with her soft hair brushing his groin, when her moist pink tongue traced the root of his organ to the tip, he nearly exploded, his body straining in a sweet agony of restraint and sexual excitement.

“How does that feel?” she whispered.

“I—”

Her mouth closed over the bulbous knob of his sex, and he jerked upward, a groan bursting from him. “Get on top of me,” he muttered, flexing his spine.

“But I haven’t finished—”

He tore his wrists free of her bonds, surging upward to catch her under the arms and settle her on top of him. “Show me what else you learned today at Audrey’s.”

She stared down into his face, stricken. “How did you know?”

“Do you think I would allow you to trick me again, Jane?”

“Perhaps I ought to leave.”

“You must be joking. You’re finally right where I have wanted you.”

Several awful moments passed before Jane could manage to move, captured by her tormentor with his large hands clamped around her hips. Unfortunately, learning that her beloved was a sneakier scoundrel than she had guessed did not dampen her helpless attraction to him.

To the contrary. Her body was already acutely sensitive to his touch. When he pulled her gently downward to suckle her breasts, she weakened and felt herself grow wet in anticipation.

“I’m a better reference than any book, Jane,” he whispered, turning her onto her back. “There are some things that really have to be experienced firsthand.”

She could hardly argue that. Not when he hooked her legs over his strong shoulders and buried his face between her legs. Not when she climaxed within seconds, awash in shame and sensual enjoyment, her heart beating wildly.

“What else did you learn today?” he asked, his eyes burning into her, challenging her.

“Let me show you,” she said softly, disentangling herself.

“I’m all yours.”

She straddled him, easing herself onto his swollen rod, taking his full length inside her. For a moment she actually believed she would be able to control him. He gave a low growl and shifted, caressing her breasts with his hands and mouth. Arching her back, her hair falling to her belly, she began to move. To experiment with pleasing him. He allowed this for a while then gripped her hips and flexed upward, penetrating deeper than she had dreamed possible.

She thought she would dissolve on the spot. “Grayson . . . oh, my God.”

He arched, his voice uneven. “You’re doing a good job. Don’t stop now.”

“I’m going—”

“More, Jane.”

“It’s . . . I—”

“More.”

She moaned, moving in the rhythm he set, riding him up and down, her inner muscles stretching to absorb him until the moment came when she could not move at all. His hands steadied her by the hips as her body buckled in the throes of another powerful climax.

“Grayson . . . have mercy.”

Even then he kept up the tempo, kneading her breasts and buttocks, pounding at her until the very moment his own release came, his muscular frame shaking in pleasure.

“I have never had sex like that before,” he admitted in a husky voice when he could finally speak.

Jane could not find words herself, thinking she must remember to send Audrey a thank-you note in the morning. Not that this was the sort of thing one could easily put into words. She closed her eyes and slid bonelessly to his side, a beguiling blackness beckoning her. Until his sardonic voice penetrated her daze and she realized that her hour of reckoning had finally come.

“Now, Jane, do you think it is time for our confessional?”