Page 73 of A Contracted Spouse for the Prizefighter

Clem groaned, and suddenly his hand was in her hair, wrenching out the hair comb that held her false ringlet in place and flinging it over the back of the couch. Then his fingers were back, massaging her scalp and tugging lightly at her hair as he took control of the kiss.

Theo allowed him his turn and then went back on the attack, pushing at his chest. She wanted to do the rolling around thing. She had enjoyed the push and pull of that last time. “Not here,” Clem whispered against her lips, but there was absolutely no conviction to his words. Theo knew full well she had not the strength to topple him, and he now lay flat against the sofa cushions which showed he was complicit.

“Why not?” she asked, leaning down and nipping at his bottom lip, and making him gasp.

“Because …” Theo paused a moment when his words led nowhere, waiting for his reason. He huffed out a breath. “Sit astride me,” he said in a sudden change of heart, his hands settling on her hips to urge her up onto his body. Having no objection, she dragged at her skirts to facilitate the change in position and swung a leg over him, settling over his hips.

Clem gazed up at her, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Kiss me again, Dorabelle,” he practically begged her.

Her heart beating wildly, Theo leaned down over him and did just that. Being in charge of their kiss gave her a heady thrill and she did not hesitate to capitalize on Clem’s weakness, sliding one hand to the back of his neck. He groaned into her mouth, and she would have smiled if her lips were not already occupied in kissing him.

Whenever he tried to re-exert himself, she squeezed at his neck, and he would shudder and turn passive beneath her. Theo loved it. She tried all the varieties of kisses she could think of—fast, slow, shallow, deep; Clem’s hitched breathing assured her he was enjoying her creative experimentation.

At some point, his hands slid down from her hips to grip her backside and he started moving his hips against hers in a slow grind. Dora’s eyes flew wide. It felt wonderful. She wanted to hitch her skirts up further, to feel him there, but Clem’s tight grasp would not allow her room to maneuver. Finally, Dora jerked her head back. “Clem,” she panted.

“Yes, love?” His gaze was fixed on her mouth, his eyes glazed with desire.

“Shall I get it out?” At his blank look, she whispered, “Your cock, I mean.”

His breathing hitched, and then he let out a shaky moan. “Jesus, Dora …”

She bit her lip. “I need to touch myself,” she confessed shakily. “I’ll burst if I don’t.”

His gaze caught fire and for a moment his reply seemed to hang in the balance. “We need to take it to the bedroom,” he groaned at last. “If I can walk.”

“I suppose,” she agreed, huffing out a breath.

He released his death grip on her hips and lightly pinched her bottom lip. “Don’t pout.”

Theo laughed weakly and crawled off him, stumbling a little when she got her feet to the floor. Clem reached out a steadying hand as he maneuvered himself off the couch. “Walk in front of me,” he ordered, straightening up and settling a hand on her shoulder. She could only suppose this was for decency’s sake as his disarray was evident.

As there were only a few steps from the sitting room to their bedroom, she thought his modesty was a little excessive. As soon as they reached the bedroom, Clem pointed to the screens. “Preventative,” he reminded her, and Theo gave a start. She had not thought of it even once! Thank goodness her husband had his wits about him, she thought gratefully as she made haste to grab the little box and duck behind the screen.

When she emerged minutes later, she found Clem had already stripped down and was stood, hand on hips, waiting for her. He was still very aroused, she thought, looking at the bulge in his long underwear. She suddenly realized that was why he had been so determined she had to walk in front of him. It had been nothing to do with his ruffled hair and crumpled neckcloth.

With men, poor things, clearly a state of arousal was far more difficult to hide than women. She did rethink this a little as she caught sight of herself in the oval mirror hanging on the wall above her dresser. Her overbright eyes, hectically flushed cheeks, and red puffy lips entirely gave the game away.

Goodness, she looked most unlike herself, almost pretty, she thought dazedly, stripping down to her undergarments. It struck her that maybe that was why women wore cosmetics. Lil lavishly rouged her cheeks and darkened her lips before she took to the stage. Maybe she should try it sometime?

When Clem caught hold of her from behind and jostled her forward against the dresser, it occurred to her that she had tarried too long and she gave a breathless laugh as he leaned his chest against her back, shoving her forward onto the dresser top. He kissed and nuzzled at her nape, lightly grazing his teeth there.

“Clem?” she murmured when his warm hand slid under her chemise, to caress her belly.

“Rest your arms on the dresser,” he advised.

“But your things,” she objected, eyeing his expensive cologne and various other items.

“Do it; I don’t give a fuck.”

Feeling his hand dip down into her drawers, Theo took a deep breath and rested her forearms against the top of the dresser, nudging his combs and brushes out of the way. She exhaled noisily when he lodged his fingers inside her. She was so wet she could hear it and Dora caught her breath in her throat. “Clem,” she whimpered.

“Fuck, Dora,” Clem groaned. “You’re so wet, sweetheart.” His thumb nudged her pearl and she yelped before she could stop herself. Clem made a rumbling noise in his chest and Theo met his eyes in the mirror. It was a mistake, looking at his face, for immediately Theo felt her legs start to tremble.

“Now you’ll have to promise me, that once I work my way into your tight little pussy, you’re not gonna come straight away,” he cautioned. Theodora caught a whine in her throat. She really couldn’t promise that. His eyes met hers with a glimmer of deep amusement. “Promise me Dora, or I’m not giving you all this dick. Tell me you want it.”

Her mind reeled at his crude words, usually, he was much more guarded around her, but for some reason, she felt out of breath with desire. “Please Clem!” she burst out.

“Good girl,” he praised her richly. “So needy and I know just what will make it all better.” He shoved down his long underwear and took out his long, thick cock. It curved up from his thick thighs, hard and insistent looking. Theo swallowed.