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“You don’t look old enough to have a teenaged stepdaughter.” He slid his hands beneath her knees, gently pulling her legs farther apart.

She trembled and her dark eyes grew even darker. “I’m twenty-eight. My husband was twenty years older. That’s part of the reason I didn’t want Cindy dating the prince.” Her breath was coming so fast now that the creamy swells of her breasts threatened to spill out of her top. Frank massaged the sensitive skin behind her knees, hoping her tits would follow through on their threat.

“I knew how hard it was to be with an older man,” Eleanor said, words coming faster. “My experience was that the person you loved died, leaving you alone with a stepchild who wants to murder you in your sleep.”

“Murder you?”

“Maybe not murder, but sometimes this life feels like a kind of death,” she said, her eyes shiny, though her fingers were smoothing up the sides of his arms. “Everyone I meet thinks I’m a child-abusing monster. It can be hard to stomach after a while.”

Her touch made his muscles bunch as she wrapped her hands around his neck and scooted closer to the edge of the couch. Only a breath or two separated them now, and it was quickly becoming impossible to resist closing the distance between them. He was dying to know if she tasted as sweet as she looked, and what those elegant fingers would feel like digging into his shoulders while he attended to her pebbled nipples.

“I’m sorry.” And he was sorry—sorry that he couldn’t do more for her, and that these few moments might be all they would ever have.

Even if her words were true, he was in no position to clear her name. He was in service to the queen. He fed and clothed his son with that work, and couldn’t afford to jeopardize his position, even for a woman who made him ache in a way he hadn’t in a long time.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she said. “Unless you’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do.”

“Kiss you?” His hands tightened on her knees, tugging her closer, until he could feel the heat between her spread legs inches away from his throbbing length.

“I was hoping for more than a kiss,” she said, breath hitching.

“How about I fuck your pussy with my tongue until you come on my mouth?”

That seemed to take away the last of her uncertainty. She met his lips with a moan, and Frank let his arms tighten, smashing every inch of her softness against him. As he pushed past her lips and met the eager sweep of her tongue, he forced himself to remember that this was a shared moment of pleasure, nothing more.

She was the wrong woman, no matter how right she felt in his arms.

CHAPTER SIX

Eleanor

Eleanor pressed closer to the man who had managed to make her forget she had any reservations about fucking a client.

But then he wasn’t a client, was he? He was here to help her, to deal with whoever had been writing those horrible letters.

Right, the psycho. What had Frank said about that again?

She pulled her mouth from his. “Frank, what about—”

“I don’t want to hear you say another word until you’re coming on my mouth.” He followed the words with a sharp tug at the bottom of her corset. Her breasts sprang free, nipples sliding against the leather with a rough friction that made her moan.

His eyes drank her in with an intensity that took her breath away as his large hands moved to cup her swollen breasts. He tested the weight and feel of her softly, almost reverently, before he swept the pads of his thumbs over her tightened tips. A bolt of arousal zinged from her nipples down to burn hotly between her legs.

She couldn’t wait for him to touch her. Everywhere.

Her breath hissed in through parted lips as he pinched her nipples, hard, between his fingers and thumbs. He tightened his grip on her aroused flesh until she moaned and arched into his hands, her body wickedly craving more. She raked her fingernails down his exposed back, digging her hands into his muscled ass and pulling him closer. Hungrily, she ground up and down his rock-hard length, her clit humming with excitement as it was granted the much-needed friction.

“Is that a gun in your diaper or are you happy to see me?” she breathed, unable to believe even Frank was truly that large. His cock felt at least ten inches long, and bigger around than her own wrist.

“You don’t listen well, do you?” He followed the words with a swift smack on her bare thigh. The unexpected sting made her gasp and wiggle her hips into closer contact with his cock. She’d never had any fantasies about being spanked, but she was having plenty of them now. She wanted her bare bottom turned over his knees, her slick pussy exposed to him as he used the flat of his large palm to redden her ass.

“Kind of like someone else I know,” she said, flicking her tongue across the seam of his lips, dying for another taste of him.

“But I think we both know by now that I enjoy taking the lead.” His strong hands cupped her ass, helping her find a gentle, rocking rhythm against his cock that had things low in her body tightening, already climbing toward release. “Can you let me do that, Eleanor? Can you trust me to give you pleasure?”

“Yes.” She mumbled against his neck, inhaling the purely male scent of him. Even his smell made her hotter, wetter, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to send her spiraling over the edge.

“So for the next ten minutes this pussy is mine?”

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