Page 55 of Mr. Scandalous

“All in good time.”

“You’re a bewitching minx, Lizette.”

“Just wait. We’re just getting started.”

She lived up to her promise and then some. She turned him every which way but loose. Upside down, inside out, he lost all sense of direction and time and spatial relationships. He lost all sense of everything except her moist, heated mouth.

Languidly Eden massaged every inch of the front of his body. From his head to his navel to his knees to his toes. Everywhere, that is, except for his throbbing member.

Where had she learned such incredible maneuvers? He’d been around the block a few times, but he’d never experienced anything like this. The woman was a tantalizing temptress with more talents up her sleeve than a full-service geisha.

Maybe with a woman like this marriage wouldn’t be dull and boring.

Whoa!

What in the hell was he thinking? Marriage? Ridiculous.

This affair was supposed to make himstopthinking about getting married. Randy and Jill’s breakup served as a realistic reminder that sex was sex and love was, well... messy and unpredictable and painful. He wanted no part of it, but man, did he want more of this.

More of her.

He wanted inside her so badly he could taste his own raw, salty lust.

Then Eden reached out and tickled his penis with her gloved hand and his mind exploded into acute carnal awareness. Her rhythm was firm, smooth and steady. It was as if she knew exactly how he liked to be stroked.

In a matter of seconds, he was ready to come, but she stopped just as he hovered on the edge of climax.

He groaned and feared the pressure of his unfulfilled desire would blow the top of his head off. And even though he throbbed in a deliciously painful way, he was glad he’d agreed to act out this fantasy. It was far superior to anything he’d ever conjured in his wildest imaginings.

She waited a few minutes. Until his breathing slowed, his pulse went down to a rate resembling normal and his erection abated.

And then she returned for a second round.

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In the ensuing interim,she’d discarded the gloves and lubed her hands with something warm and oily and scented with cinnamon. When she wrapped those skillful fingers around his shaft and kneaded him like bread dough, Alec groaned.

She rolled him in her palms and stroked the underside of him. Next, she made two rings with a thumb and index finger of each slippery hot hand, placed them next to each other in the middle of his erection and gently pulled outward in both directions simultaneously.

The sensation of being stretched into two pieces was mind-blowing and he made a strangled sound.

“You like?” she asked.

He couldn’t speak, and simply nodded. When she brought her lips to his tip, Alec literally arched off the bed, the damned bindings anchored him to the bedposts. All he wanted was rip off the ropes and get at her.

But nothing doing.

Playfully, she licked him and then discovered the ridge that ran down the underside of his penis, and she skipped her tongue along it and across it. Pointing her tongue, she flicked with pinpoint focus over the ridge, strumming him like a guitar.

Her excited little moans shoved him into a whole new state of advanced arousal. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of tasting him. Was there a more wonderful, seductive woman in the whole of creation? He didn’t see how there could be.

She moved her head up and down, smoothly and continuously. She wiggled her tongue back and forth across his quivering shaft sending him over the edge.

And when she tightened her hands around the base while she gently sucking him into her mouth, he knew he was done for and dammit, he still hadn’t given her an orgasm. He didn’t want it like this.

He did not!

But too late, he felt the heat and pressure rushing up, up, up to greet her. A yellow-hot heat blasted through the base of his brain, searing him so severely he could not form a rational thought.

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