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Good God! He had a woman under his desk!

Julia gawked, riveted, as one of his huge leather clad hands came to rest on the side of her face, lightly stroking her as she shuffled closer on her knees between his spread thighs. He reached for his erection with his other hand and then aimed it toward her, like a club.

Without hesitation the woman leaned forward.

Julia knew what she was doing because she’d once watched one of their housemaids—Cathy—do the very same thing to one of their grooms, a handsome young man named Kenneth.

Just like Kenneth had done, Malcolm cupped the woman’s blond head and pulled her down.

Unlike Cathy—who’d laughingly slapped Kenneth’s hands and told him to hold his horses—this woman’s head went down and down and down.

“Oh my goodness,” Julia whispered as the woman’s head continued to sink until she must have come to rest in the trouser material at Malcolm’s groin, because—unlike Kenneth, who’d stripped off his clothing—Malcolm was still fully clothed, his erection jutting out from his trouser placket.

Instead of pulling off again, the womanstayedwhere she was, Malcolm stroking her face and hair with one hand.

How could that even be possible? Wasn’t she choking? Didn’t thathurt?

It was positively obscene.

That might be so, but the thumping in her sex—from her swollen lower lips to her womb—told her that her body felt otherwise.

Finally, when Julia had begun to worry for the other woman’s safety, she knelt up higher and lifted off him, but not all the way, her lips wrapped around Malcolm’s monstrous shaft, her face flushed and sweaty.

Malcolm nodded and said something to her.

Was he saying nasty things like Carl did? It shamed her to admit that she’d enjoyed Carl’s filthy comments almost as much as the spankings.

Julia ground a hand over her mound, unable to look away as Malcolm placed a second hand on the woman’s head, his hand flexing as he held her head immobile, his hips lifting from the chair as he pushed the fat mushroom tip deeper and then pulled almost all the way, pulsing shallowly, giving her just the crown for a time.

He gradually thrust himself deeper and forced her to take more, his powerful chest rising and falling faster as he flexed his hips.

His big hands seemed to engulf the woman’s head, pulling her down and filling her with a penis that looked easily twice as big as Solomon’s.

His entire body began to jerk, his hips viciously pumping into her now, his hands caging her skull.

The woman’s body was tense, her posture submissive. Julia didn’t know how she was breathing, he was holding her so cruelly, his movements a simulation of an act she had experienced with two men, but never for even a fraction so long as this.

Suddenly, he thrust hard enough to lift his buttocks off the chair. He held her still while his body jerked, each spasm slightly less intense than the last, until he sagged into the chair, his hands sliding from her head.

Julia recalled the same reaction happened when she gave herself pleasure, the sensation similar to being squeezed in a big fist while her inner muscles contracted and a slick wetness coated her thighs.

That is what had happened; he’d ejaculated into the woman’s mouth.

“Oh God,” she whispered in a tremulous voice.

And then, as if he could hear her, he turned in her direction.

Julia spun around and ran.

Chapter 16

Julia tossed and turned in her bed for hours until she finally gave in to her body’s lustful demands and worked an orgasm from her slick, swollen sex. She used the shocking images from the secret corridor and it took barely a minute before she climaxed.

Instead of making her sleepy, as such activities usually did, she laid awake for hours, her mind racing in twenty directions at once.

Not until the early hours of the morning did she finally sleep, waking far too late to join Malcolm for breakfast. That was probably just as well because Julia didn’t know how she was going to face him again without blurting everything out. Or just staring at him and blushing.

Julia was no novice when it came to sexual activity, but what she’d witnessed last night had been in a far different league than all the playing she’d done with Lily. As for the few times she’d been with men? Well, those were laughable experiences compared to what Malcolm had done with—or to, rather—that woman.

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