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And quite suddenly, Ophelia was no longer hungry for the rest of the cake. But she was ravenous for Apollo.

When he offered her the next bite of gateau, she gently pushed it away, refusing it. “I have a different sort of dessert in mind.”

His brows rose. “Oh?”

“Yes.” She shimmied out of his lap and stood before him.

He moved to stand as well, likely out of ingrained politeness, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. “No. Stay as you are, if you please.”

“Phee,” he said softly, part wonder, part caution in his velvet-and-sin voice.

She didn’t answer, simply reached for the line of fabric-covered buttons on his gold banyan that was only partially fastened. A vee of his chest was on display, dotted with dark hair she had felt against her nipples more than once. Ophelia took a moment to simply bask in the sight of him, this magnificent man, sitting at her mercy. Watching her with fire in his eyes and an expression of absolute desire. His big hands were in his lap now, resting on his strong horseman’s thighs. His body was honed as if carved from marble.

How powerful she felt when he looked at her thus, as if she were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and could hardly believe his fortune.

One by one, she pulled the remaining buttons free of their moorings. The scent of him enveloped her, citrus and pine and the muskiness of their bodies mingling. She wanted to breathe him in and never stop. Her fingertips grazed his chest as she went, and awareness sluiced over her like honey, sweet and slow.

By the time she reached the last button, his chest was rising and falling in ragged breaths. But then, so was hers. The twain ends of his banyan fell apart, revealing a tempting swath of skin from his chest to his feet. In between, his cock rose, ruddy and erect, a glistening pearl of moisture seeping from the slit.

She knew what she wanted. It was his turn to be worshipped. And this was perhaps her last chance.

Ophelia sank to her knees before him. The floor planks were fashioned of wood, and they were cool and hard beneath her, but she didn’t care. She was consumed by need, by the sight of him. How easy it was to lie and tell herself he was hers.

For now, he was.

“Phee,” he said again, his voice a harsh rasp, as if he could barely restrain himself. “You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she reassured him, daring to place a hand on his naked thigh. His skin was warm and firm, the sleek muscle beneath tensed as she caressed higher, the hair on his legs tickling her palm. “Two days ago, I unintentionally happened upon a couple in one of the salons. She was on her knees, and he was moaning as he thrust into her mouth.”

New fires burned in Apollo’s eyes. “Did you watch?”

She licked her lips, her pulse thundering, her hand creeping higher. “Yes.”

“Naughty girl,” he said without heat, his hand cupping her nape in a gentle hold. “And did you like it?”

“I liked watching,” she admitted, “but only because it made me think of doing this to you.”

He made a low, raw sound, his fingers tensing on her. “You want to take me in your mouth, sweet Phee?”

Her gaze fell to his cock, so thick and arrogantly beautiful, just like the rest of him, and she moved her touch higher, until her fingers encircled the base. “Yes, I do.”

An answering ache started between her thighs where her flesh was highly sensitive from the lovemaking they had already done. But she wanted him again. Wanted him every way she could have him.

Because after tomorrow, she couldn’t any longer.

“Then show me,” he urged. “Take my cock between those pretty pink lips.”

She moved hesitantly, because although she had witnessed part of the lewd act, she wasn’t entirely certain what she should do. Acting upon her instinct, she lowered her head, flicking out her tongue to taste the blunt tip, licking up the wetness that had leaked from the slit. Then she ran her tongue around him in a circle. He tasted salty and musky, and she couldn’t suppress a moan as she finally took his cock head into her mouth as he had directed.

“Ah, God.” The breath sounded as if it hissed from him, the hand at her nape tensing. “Now suck.”

Ophelia obeyed, sucking on him as he did to her pearl, wondering if the sensations for him would be similar to what she experienced whenever he pleasured her that way. If so, then he must be drowning in it. She took her time, exploring him, alternating between licks and sucks, bringing him deeper into her mouth as he urged her on, his hips flexing as she worked his length.

“Phee.” This time, her name was a groan spilling from his lips.

She sucked and took him all the way to the back of her throat. The action instantly made her gag. She withdrew, eyes watering. “Forgive me.”

He caressed her nape. “No need to apologize. It’s a compliment, love.”