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Slowly, she sank down. Inch by inch, she took him deep. A distant, private part of him, one Gideon usually refused to admit existed, cataloged her every expression: surprise, the flutter of those long dark lashes as pleasure overtook her, followed by their wide flare as she bottomed out. Then a hint of determination crossed her gorgeous features as she shifted forward and took him even deeper.
Satisfaction rolled through him.
Cora, willingly riding his cock and loving it, was a sight he had dreamed of but never truly expected to experience. Hoped for. Yearned for. But the hard-headed, practical side of him knew that in his quest to possess her, he’d sabotaged any chance of this.
What a fucking gift she was. Exquisitely crafted for him and him alone.
She began to undulate. Her perfect tits swung in time with each motion, a leisurely pace that let him look his fill. Despite her initial reluctance, she’d quickly regained confidence. Gideon adored how comfortable she was within her own skin. What a shame it would have been to allow that vile man to destroy her?—
But he wasn’t thinking about that now. He’d saved her, and it had cost him, but the price had been worth paying. As long as she never found out that he’d entrapped her brother as a means to forcing her into marriage, this bliss could last a lifetime. What did one little untruth matter, anyway, when all concerned were better off?
“Touch yourself,” Gideon commanded roughly. Obligingly, Cora squeezed her tits like offering ripe fruits. His mouth watered, but he couldn’t reach those tempting globes. Instead, he dug his fingers into her hips and drove hard into her, forcing Cora to balance with one hand on his shoulder. She liked his muscles. He was not oblivious to the way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t notice.
“I said, touch yourself. Between your legs. Let me watch you come apart,” he ordered gruffly. Obligingly, Cora snaked her free hand down to circle the nub at the apex of her sex. Watching his shaft plunge into her wet pussy while her pretty fingers circled her clit nearly undid him. His climax built at the base of his spine.
“Every time you play piano, I’m going to think about your gorgeous fingers pleasuring yourself,” he growled. “You playing that instrument is the most erotic sight I can possibly imagine.”
“I shall have to practice more often,” she purred.
He gripped the back of Cora’s head and dragged her close, his orgasm breaking over him in a powerful wave as he kissed her cheek and said, “Practice all you want, darling. I am your instrument to command.”
She exhaled a startled breath and shattered on his cock, her inner walls tightening, squeezing, milking every drop of his come until they both melted into a boneless tangle of limbs. Cora snuggled close, half-draped over him, her nose tucked into the crook of his neck and her breath a steady, soothing rhythm. Contentment, unfamiliar and new, settled into Gideon’s bones. He lay there for a long time, awake and stroking her soft hair, her smooth skin, wondering with amazement at how well his great gamble had finally paid off.
CHAPTERTWENTY
CORA
Cora awoke slowly, then found herself alert in a near-panic. She was too hot, too naked, too?—
Next to a man.
Gideon. Right. Her husband.
Cora relaxed, though part of her remained on high alert. When he emitted a single snore and turned his head to nuzzle her hair, she froze. His arm lay heavily around her waist. Despite her head resting on his shoulder, his feet extended well beyond hers. Lying next to him made her feel dainty and feminine—things she certainly hadn’t felt after her previous experiences. Then she’d felt clumsy and awkward, especially with the way her partners each rushed out of bed after a perfunctory post-coital kiss, dressed in haste, and left her in the room she had rented for the occasion.
What had she been thinking, wasting her time on such bounders? His tousled dark hair was a testament to the wicked and wonderful things they had done the night before.
A twitch against her thigh brought a slight smile to her lips. Slowly, carefully, she reached down, as though she was afraid he might stop her. He didn’t.
One eye peeked open in a flash of amber-brown between thick lashes. Transfixed, she halted her movement. Air stuck in her lungs and held there.
“Well?” he rasped. “Don’t leave a man hanging.”
Freed from the fear that she was overstepping, Cora curled her fingers around his stiff cock and stroked, admiring the way he filled her hand. Gideon rolled up, half-covering her with his torso, and devoured her in an all-consuming kiss. She parted her thighs and guided him into her, exhaling as he pressed her fully to her back and flexed his buttocks to push inside her. All thoughts of regret flew out of her head as she greedily traced the rise of his muscles and the play of his back.
“How flexible are you, darling wife?” he asked huskily with his lips against the shell of her ear.
“What?”
“Let’s find out.”
He pulled out abruptly and sat back. Cora’s whimper turned into a moan as he pushed her legs up, draping one over each shoulder, and held her there. With a wicked grin, he prodded the head of his cock against her sex.
“Gideon?”
“Hm?”
“Aren’t you going to…” She searched for the right word, but couldn’t find it.
