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Clem paused. Well, there she had him. “If I tell you,” he said slowly, “you must promise never to use it in any other company than mine, Dora.”

“Of course, I would not!” She looked so indignant at this that Clem could not bite back his grin.

“I don’t know about that Dora. You are quite forthright at times.”

“When have I ever—?”

“You nearly gave a woman an apoplexy at Wards. Talking about corsets.”

“Oh, well …” She trailed off awkwardly. “I did not realize anyone was listening to us.”

“Hmmm.”

“Did I embarrass you?”

He shook his head and lunged forward, capturing her hands with his and bearing her down on the mattress, stretching her arms above her head. Dora gazed up at him quite at ease. “Seeing as you asked so nicely, I will complete your education,” he said. “These, Dora,” he said blowing on her nipples, “are you pretty tits. You have the most adorable and delicious nipples I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. They are the perfect shape and size.”

Dora squinted down at them doubtfully. “Are you sure about that? I always thought they were rather large in comparison to how small my breasts—I mean, my tits are.”

“They are large,” Clem agreed huskily, “and I love it.” He released her hands and shifted down her body. “Now this here,” he said breathing heavily, “is your hairy pussy which I like very much indeed.”

“Hairy pussy?” Theo echoed, screwing up her face. “No, I don’t think I like that one. It sounds … rather silly.”

“You don’t like that one?” He ran his nose through her nether hair making her squawk. “Lucky for you I have another term you might prefer.”

“What is that?” Theo asked, squirming slightly.

“Pretty, little cunt,” Clem breathed out.

“Hmmm.” She considered this. “That might be acceptable.”

“Never in public, though,” he stressed once again, glancing up at her and making her roll her eyes.

“Clem, I am not completely socially inept,” she started but then gave a squeal when he lowered his head to slide his tongue slowly through her cleft.

“How about this? Have you heard of this Dora?” he asked richly, smacking his lips.

“Yes,” she admitted shakily.

“When?” Clem was unable to stop himself from asking. He really wanted to know.

“In the play The Taming of the Shrew, there is this one exchange between Katherina and Petruchio—”

Oh. He cut off her words with another slow, rolling slide of his tongue, and he heard the slap of her hands over her mouth as Dora gave a muffled groan. “That’s a good girl, Dora,” Clem approved. “I like how nice and quiet you are. It raises certain … possibilities.”

“What kind of possibilities?” she asked after a heartbeat, just as he knew she would.

Clem grinned against her mons. “Distinctly interesting ones,” he promised and set about reducing her to a melted pool of bliss. Toward the end, when she could stand it no longer, her hand drifted down to sink into his hair.

After a minute of this, she tightened her fingers, and it was Clem’s turn to hover perilously close to the edge. He had to stop, even though he had planned to take her all the way to orgasm again. Breathing heavily against her public hair he squeezed his eyes shut until he’d regained control over himself.

He was reeling. What had got into him? He’d always prided himself he was a good lover, but he’d never taken so much gratification in his partner’s pleasure before. Pleasing Dora gave him the biggest thrill. His heart was beating fit to bust out of his chest, and as for his cock, it felt about ready to explode.

“Dora,” he groaned, crawling up her body, “I can’t stand it any longer, sweetheart, I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she murmured, looking heavy-lidded and flushed.

Clem caught his breath looking at her. “This part will probably hurt.”