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Our first "shag," as Brits would call it, had been wild, frenetic, and incredible. But the other times we got it on last night were...something else. Hot, yes, but also sweet and slow.

"Are you done ogling me, pet? If you keep licking your lips that way, I might have to fuck you right here on the floor."

Chapter Six

Declan

I am certainly not the cleverest man in the world, or even in London. Anyone with a functioning brain would concur with that suggestion. I'm a ruddy fool. If Sabrina continues to rub her lips together as if she means to devour me, I might just have to take her right here on the floor. Only an idiot would even think about doing that. Sabrina should do a runner again and go straight to the nearest police station. I'll admit to any accusation she makes against me.

Sabrina looks up at me and bites her lip, slowly releasing it. "Do you really mean that?"

"What? Afraid I can't remember anything I said in the last sixty seconds." No, my mind insists on replaying the way she bit down on her lip only to let it slide free gradually.

"You suggested something very naughty."

"Ah, yes, that." I move closer, leaving only a foot or so between us. "Would you like me to follow through on that promise?"

She glances down at my groin and licks her lips before returning her attention to my face. "Oh, yes, I want that---Sir Declan."

My title has never really appealed to me. But when she says it in that seductive tone...I'm no longer certain that I'll be able to resist doing what I suggested earlier.

"I love saying the words Knight of the Order of the British Empire." She sidles closer. "That's the sexiest title I've ever heard, Sir Declan."

"Please don't call me that. It sounds ridiculous."

"Which part bothers you? 'Sir' or 'Knight of the Order of the British Empire'?"

"All of it." Now that we're together again, and she seems determined to seduce me, I suddenly feel that I shouldn't give in to her unspoken offer. "Go back to your friends, darling. I'm no good for you or any woman."

"Bullshit." She lays her hands on my chest. "Please take me right here on the carpet, Your Knightliness."

"My full title is Knight Commander of the Order of the British Empire, not Your Knightliness." Why did I invoke my title? I dislike it. But Sabrina drives me mad with lust for her.

The seductress presses her body to mine, writhing in a deliberate attempt to arouse me. Bloody hell, it's working. "Your full title is even sexier."

I can barely catch my breath, and my chest heaves as she grinds herself into my groin. My cock is thickening with every passing second. But I finally manage to gasp, "Are you sure you want to do this on the floor? My bedroom has a plush mattress and silk sheets."

The strangest, most intoxicating woman I've ever met kneels in front of me and begins to undo the button on my trousers. "We'll get to the bedroom later."

"Sabrina---"

"Call me Bree. Since I'm about to go down on you, I really think you should use my nickname."

"Whatever you say, darling." That flurry of syllables flew out of my mouth in a rush . "Have you been drinking?"

She tilts her head back, aiming a mischievous grin at me. "Just relax and let me taste you, Sir Declan."

"I wish you would stop calling me that."

She gives me a curious look. "You weren't this reserved on the night you gave me a mind-blowing orgasm in the Beaufort Bar."

Memories of that night flood my mind, particularly the expression on her face when she came in my hand. That had been the most intoxicating thing I'd ever seen. Why am I trying to talk her out of giving me head? If she wants to consume me, it would be impolite to reject her offer.

I gently caress her cheek with one hand. "Please suck me off, Bree."

She flashes me another mischievous grin. Then Sabrina Remington drags my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. The enchanting woman stares at my erect penis as if it were a succulent steak that she can't wait to devour. She skims her hands up and down my thighs while my cock grows harder and the crown reddens. Only when a droplet of cum forms at the top does she move her hands up to my groin, massaging my inner thighs and spurring me to let out a long sigh of relief.

I push my hands into her hair and do something I never imagined I would ever do. I plead for mercy. "Please, Bree, go easy on me. I'm not as young as I used to be. You might give me a heart attack if you keep teasing me like this."

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