Page 62 of A Season for Treason (Deception and Discipline 1)

Some of her thoughts must have shown on her face because Rex frowned, reaching out and pulling her to him. Her body pressed against his hard muscles, she was shocked to feel another hardness already beginning to rouse against her.

Again?!

“I do not wish to talk of Lucas.” Lips curved in a slight smile, lowering to hers, and Mary’s head tipped back to meet them. Trickles of excitement ran down her spine, setting her skin tingling but also amplifying the soreness of her bottom and between her legs.

Could her aching, sensitive parts possibly bear another round of Rex’s impassioned lovemaking? As if sensing her hesitation, Rex chuckled, his lips leaving hers, brushing over her jawline, down the side of her neck, and his hands eagerly caressing.

“Do not worry, petal, I will not overtax you. We shall… play.”

Play it certainly was.

Hands and lips explored as they slowly lost each item of clothing. Mary drifted on a cloud of pleasure, one that buoyed her without threatening to overwhelm her. They took turns caressing, kissing, until Rex laid her out on his desk, right where he had taken her earlier that morning, but now, he sat in his chair rather than standing between her thighs.

Draping her legs over his shoulders, he lowered his head to her slick folds and took his time.

Kissing. Suckling. Licking.

“Touch yourself, petal,” he murmured, his voice soft but clearly issuing an order. “I want to see you touch your breasts. Play with your nipples.”

Even as heat filled her cheeks at the brazenness of the suggestion, she found her hands obediently drifting up to the soft mounds. She touched herself, running her fingers over the sensitive buds, gasping as Rex redoubled the efforts of his lips and tongue. Looking down over the curves of her body, she met his gaze, staring hotly back at her, watching her every move.

The intimacy—his tongue sliding through her folds, his eyes boring into hers—was too much. She closed her eyes against it, though she could still feel his gaze.

Something slick and hard pressed against her bottom, and she cried out. A finger slid into the tight little hole located there, rude and probing, utterly perverse and shockingly pleasurable, despite the slight sting from the breach.

“Rex!” Her hands left her breasts, reaching down to tug on his hair. A small voice gleefully whispered in her head—they warned you.Both Cynthia and Arabella had mentioned it, but she had almost forgotten, and she certainly could not have anticipated how such a wicked invasion would actually feel.

“I told you, petal, I will claimallof you.” His finger thrust deeper, along with his words, leaving no doubt of his meaning. Mary cried out, hips jerking upward, trying to escape the impalement, but there was nowhere to go. Rex’s tongue curled over her clit, his arm over her lower stomach holding her in place, as his finger pushed ever deeper into her bowels.

Whimpering, she clutched his head as a second finger joined the first, stretching her farther. The slight burn was uncomfortable, but not distressingly so, and the unfamiliar feeling of fullness added an unexpected augmentation to her growing ecstasy. The indecent nature of the act enhanced her passion as well, the taboo adding the appeal of the forbidden.

The hard suction of his lips, combined with the devilish intrusion of his fingers, soon had Mary crying out as she fell over the edge of rapture. Her body throbbed, burned, and clenched, increasing the stimulation from Rex’s fingers as they twisted and thrust inside her. Just imagining what it would be like when he actually claimed her there left her trembling and shuddering with wicked delight.

“Michael!” She shrieked his name, and he suckled harder, urging her climax to greater heights until he had wrung every last drop of erotic bliss from her body. Only then did he pull away.

Thoroughly pleasured and totally spent, Mary laid in repose on the desk, panting and limp as Rex rose to his feet. Too tired to worry as he gripped his cock, she merely watched as he pumped once, twice, thrice… Hot white fluid streamed out over her body, decorating her flushed skin with its pearly luminescence, marking her with his seed.

Closing her eyes, Mary felt her lips curve in a smile.

Chapter 22

Rex

Married life turned out to be far more comfortable than Rex could have imagined. His wife was every bit as intelligent and quick-witted as she’d seemed and even more adventurous than he had initially realized. If there was something he wanted to try with her, he only had to say so—or lead the way—and she would rise to the challenge.

He still worried over Lucas, but when he checked in with Barnes, it appeared Lucas had returned home for one night before subsequently disappearing again. Barnes did not know where he had gone but said Lucas had paid him full up for the rest of the month. However, Rex did not find that reassuring; it rather set him on edge.

He’s a member of the Society, Mary’s voice whispered in his mind.In debt…

No. Rex did not believe it. Hewould notbelieve it. Lucas was impetuous, irresponsible, self-involved, and a scoundrel, but he wasnota traitor. If he were being blackmailed or leveraged with his debts, he would have told Rex. He would have. However, Rex could not entirely dismiss Lucas’ odd demeanor or parting words. They lingered in the back of Rex’s mind, rising whenever he had a moment of quiet contemplation.

Fortunately, there were not too many of those. After the first few days of solitude, since he and Mary were still residing in London, they were expected to return to the social scene. It began with a dinner at her family’s house, where Thomas Hood spent the evening glaring at him, Arabella and Mary were constantly whispering, and Walter refused to meet his eyes. At least the Viscount and Viscountess seemed happy with him as Mary was clearly very happy with her position as his wife.

As she should be… the little minx. Rex had taken great pleasure in introducing her to the delights of the bedroom, and she had responded with equal interest and ingenuity, and—once her initial soreness had subsided—was eager to indulge wherever and whenever he wished. While she did not like the crop, and Rex had not even tried the cane, they both found great enjoyment in having him spank her before and during their passionate interludes.

For himself, Rex was so satisfied, he had no thoughts of other women. Far from familiarity breeding contempt, the more time he spent with Mary, the more he was enthralled.

Which was why he was so tense when the evening of Lady Greywood’s soiree arrived. There was nothing to be done, though. Their next meeting with Evie Stuart was only two days away, and Rex wanted to make sure there were no clandestine activities happening other than those which were supposed to be.

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