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And then his mouth closes over me, sucking hard. I gasp. Fire. I’m on fire. I climax violently, bucking under him. He stills me with his big hands, guiding me through wave after wave of pleasure that steals my breath, until I collapse, melting into the mattress.
I can’t speak, can barely catch my breath. A pulse throbs between my legs. He’sruinedme for other men. I’ll always crave him, crave this.
He crawls up my body and pushes my sweaty hair away from my face. His gaze is tender, and then he smiles, and it reaches in and wraps around my heart. “Oscar.” It’s all I can manage over the lump in my throat.
He cups my face with one hand. “You’re magnificent.”
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. “That’s you. You’re magnificent.”
He kisses the sensitive spot under my ear, his scruff scraping deliciously against my skin. “I’m so turned on. You should probably go, to preserve the big V.” I can feel his hardness through his sleep pants, pressing against me.
“No. I want to return the favor. You know, with my mouth.”
He shifts to meet my eyes, giving me a slow sexy smile. “Yeah? I’ll teach you.” He slides his fingers into my mouth, and I suck, tasting myself, a strangely erotic sensation. “Yes, like that,” he croaks.
I push at his shoulders, and he rolls to his back on the mattress next to me.
Eager to bring him the kind of pleasure he gave me, I tug his sleep pants down. He lifts his hips and helps me strip him naked. His erection is thick and much bigger than I imagined. I hesitate, staring at it. My mind flashes to that inside me, and it seems like an impossibility.
He presses his fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “You don’t have to.”
I’ve made a plan, and I’m sticking to it. “I want to give you as much pleasure as you gave me.”
He mutters some quick instructions, warning me to watch my teeth, and then says, “Go for it.”
So I do, running my tongue along his length and around the tip, tasting him. That wasn’t in the instructions, but I’m exploring. His hand wraps around my hair, holding it in a tight grip. I grip the base and take him in as far as I can. He groans long and low, which gives me confidence. I keep going in a steady rhythm, lifting my eyes to watch his expression.
His gaze is locked on mine, his expression strained. A few moments later, his eyes roll back in his head before closing.
His breathing accelerates, his chest rising and falling. It’s amazing the power I have over him. He looks completely enthralled, completely at my mercy.
A few minutes later, his hips jerk, his fist tightening in my hair, tugging. “Pol,” he says almost like a warning.
I lift my head. “Surrender,” I command.
He makes a strangled noise, reaching down and finishing himself off before I can do anything more. I watch, fascinated as he shudders with his release. And then I smile. Even as inexperienced as I am, I got him there pretty quick.
“I’m good at this,” I say.
He groans before cleaning himself off.
“I think I was supposed to swallow that, right?”
“Pol,” he says hoarsely and pulls me on top of him.
I snag the covers and pull them over both of us, drowsy in the warmth of our cocoon.
I wish I could stay here forever.
Chapter Eleven
Oscar
I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t keep my hands off Polly. She’s spent the last two weeks in my bed, sneaking into my room every night and returning to her bed early in the morning before anyone is the wiser. She’s still technically a virgin. I won’t ruin her chance to be queen. She’s passionate, though, and I can’t help but think she has some feeling for me. It’s in her eyes, her voice, her touch. She hugs me. A lot. Honestly, this has been the happiest two weeks of my life, and I just don’t see how something that feels so right could ever be wrong. It kills me to think of letting her go, watching her go off to marry another man, which is still a possibility.
Unfortunately, there’s an issue with the property lines on my vineyard, and we’re waiting on a surveyor to go out and file the paperwork. I still don’t have the funds to pay off her parents’ debt, and Charles keeps calling me, demanding his cut and threatening to expose everything. Polly and I are running out of time. Once Anna has the baby, Polly has to go home.
It’s the first Saturday of August in the heat of the afternoon, and we’re all at the grand opening of the Island Bliss Spa, Villroy’s new destination for relaxation. The press is here, along with a huge crowd, mostly women drawn by my brother-in-law rock star Jackson Walker, who’s playing his latest songs with his wife, my sister Emma. We already did the speeches and photo ops. Now we’re just mingling, enjoying the music.
