Page 11 of His Innocent Seduction

‘When?’ My own response is clinical too, like I’m in court, where I make it a necessary habit to keep my emotions at bay, even when I feel them deeply.

‘A while ago.’

‘I see.’ I don’t.

‘She died.’ Millie swallows, her throat jerking convulsively. ‘And after the funeral, after everything had calmed down, I packed up my life and came away. I’m travelling because she never got a chance to. I put my life on hold when she was sick, Michael. I put everything on hold because she needed me.’

Her fingers curl around the bottom of her shirt and, as I watch, she lifts it up slowly, painstakingly slowly, inching it over her flat stomach, to her breasts, then over her head. She looks at me as she drops it to the floor, at her feet.

‘But now... I want to make up for lost time. I want to do everything and see everything and I want to sleep with a guy. I want to be fucked by someone hot and who I’m really attracted to. I want to be fucked by someone who knows what they’re doing. I want to learn from a master.’ She wiggles her brows, but I’ve stopped looking at her face. Hell, I’ve practically stopped breathing.

How many times have I fantasised about her tits?

How many times have I imagined what they’d look like beneath the shirts she wears to work?

More than I can remember.

And the reality is so much blindingly better than my fantasies.

Full and round, pale cream in colour, barely contained by a scrap of lace fabric, her dainty peach nipples visible beneath the fabric.

My dick jerks in my pants.

I step closer.

Her breathing gets louder.

‘You want to learn from a master?’ I repeat, moving closer still.

She nods wordlessly.

‘You want to learn about sex?’

Another nod, her eyes burning through my soul. A soul I am on the precipice of selling to the devil...

‘Fine.’

She exhales with my simple declaration, her relief as evident as that which I feel in my chest. I close the distance between us, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. She makes a noise from deep in her throat. ‘But I have rules.’

Her head jerks to mine. She’s so close I could drop just an inch and kiss her.

‘What rules?’ She’s thinking the same thing as me, her eyes chasing my mouth.

I roll my hips to show her how turned on I am. She groans.

‘You’ve missed out on so much.’

She still doesn’t speak.

‘It’s not just sex, Millie.’

I drop the bra down beside her then cup my hand over one of her full, round breasts. She makes a choking noise. Her innocence is captivating.

I keep my eyes on her as I take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, lightly at first, rolling it a little, watching as pleasure darts through her, contorting her face, bringing her eyes shut.

Then I clamp my fingers on it more tightly, until her hips buck forward. I don’t let go. I keep my grip there and she whimpers, her eyes saucer-wide.

‘Sex isn’t just sex.’ The words are gruff. Suddenly, I release my grip and she moans, her own hand lifting to her breast, running over her nipple as though she can’t believe how sensitive they are.

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