Page 68 of A Cinderella to Redeem the Earl
She reached down and cupped his testes, revelling in their delightfully heavy weight.
He groaned and rubbed his shaft against her hip in an explicitly suggestive thrust.
Feeling the surge of wetness between her thighs, she widened her stance in invitation.
He pulled up her skirts and entered her with one swift thrust. She leaned back against the door and held tight to his shoulders as a pleasure flooded through her body.
With him naked and her fully clothed it felt so erotic.
She reached down to squeeze his hard round bum with one hand while holding tight to his shoulder with the other. She kissed his neck, then nipped it.
With his hands flat on the door, and her pinned against it, he thrust into her hard and fast and...
Pleasure flooded through her even as he reached his own climax.
Somehow he managed to stop her from sinking to the floor and carried her to the bed. They lay side by side, panting.
‘Devil take it,’ he said. ‘I had intended to make love to you after dinner. Long and slow.’ He kissed her cheek. ‘You undo all my good resolutions.’
‘There is no need to forgo your plan,’ she teased. ‘I am sure you will be ready again by then.’
Oh, goodness, what was she doing? She had almost forgotten her purpose for coming up to see him. As always passion was her master.
But she was calmer now. And ready to listen to his explanation of his earlier remarks.
She trailed a finger through the crisp curls on his chest. ‘What did you mean about never having any more parties here?’
‘Oh, so that is why you came is it? Not to ravish me.’
She chuckled softly. She loved the way he accepted who she was. ‘I was actually going to suggest you might want me to bring up hot water to bathe, since you got a soaking. But, yes, I did have an ulterior motive.’
He grabbed her wandering hand and brought her fingers to his lips. ‘At least you are honest.’
‘Would you?’
He shook his head as if to clear it. ‘Would I what?’
‘Like me to fetch water for a bath.’
‘If anyone is going to fetch water, it will be me,’ he growled, nibbling her ear. The arousal he had satisfied a few moments before stirred again.
‘Don’t,’ she whispered. ‘You know what that does to me.’
He chuckled. ‘All right. But only because it is too soon for me. Although there are all those other ways we can resolve the problem.’ As he had shown her more than once.
Whereas Alan had been horrified by how easily she was aroused by the slightest touch, even suggesting there might be something wrong with her, Damian thought it wonderful.
‘And you won’t be entertaining here any more?’ she asked tentatively, with a feeling of dread rising up to clutch at her heart.
He sighed. ‘The parties are losing their cachet. It is no more than I expected. What was wicked and interesting has become pedestrian and ordinary. Soon enough thetonwill move on to some new novelty. I would sooner leave them while they still want more than become a has-been.’
She shivered at the thought. Both at the tawdry image he invoked and at the thought of what this news meant. Their business partnership would end. But what about them? Their future. She had not looked beyond each day, until now, preferring to enjoy what she and Damian had, rather than look to what might lay ahead. Would he want her to remain here? Cook for...for whom, if there were not to be any more parties? Her heart seemed to miss a beat. ‘What will we do?’
‘You may do whatever you wish.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You are rich now. You have choices.’
