Page 54 of Mr. Scandalous

Then three.

She wasn’t coming back.

And then the door opened.

Alec inhaled sharply, his body tense—waiting.

Her heard her footsteps move toward the bed, but she didn’t speak. He caught a whiff of her perfume. She smelled different now than she had before. Spicy and exotic.

The sound of a cracking whip broke the silence. He caught his breath. Holy crap! What the hell had he gotten himself into? His chest squeezed and his erection got so hard it took his breath away.

“I’m Mademoiselle Lizette,” Eden said, in a fake French accent.

Leather tassels traced his cheek. Alec panted and arched his back. Damn, but she was extraordinary.

“If you are a good boy, I won’t hurt you.”

“Yes, Lizette.”

“But if you’re a bad boy…” She smacked her palm against his upper thigh. Not hard, just enough to make a noise.

Alec quivered. “I’ll be good.”

She got onto the bed and straddled him. She squeezed him tightly with her stocking-covered thighs. When she leaned forward across his chest, he felt the sensuous glide of material against his nipples and realized she was wearing a bustier as a finger encased in lace gloves skimmed his armpit.

He hadn’t known it was possible to get any harder, but his penis was so stiff he could have pummeled holes in Sheetrock.

And when she sweetly feathered short, hot kisses over his nose, he collapsed into sensory overload.

His fingers ached to touch her. His eyes yearned to see her. She’d robbed him of his vision and the use of his hands and feet, but she couldn’t take away his sense of taste.

When she kissed his lips, he inhaled her, sucking her tongue into his mouth and stroking her with his own tongue in sinfully sensuous ways. His nose filled with the smell of her, and he zoomed off on a speedway of sensation.

Intense!

After he finally let her go, she moved her mouth from his and went exploring. Like an intrepid world traveler, she took complete stock of his body.

She plunged her tongue into his ear and his groin caught fire. She sucked and licked and blew on his earlobe. She moved down and around to the crease under his chin. She pressed her lips against his Adam’s apple and hummed “Baby Got Back.”

The ticklish vibrations encompassed his neck. She nibbled on the tendons extending from his ears to his shoulders and his shaft tingled, crying out for equal time.

“Woman,” he growled, “do you have any earthly idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Hmm,” she said, “your compass is pointing due North. I take that as a good sign.”

“A very good sign. My compass is very happy to see you.”

“Well, your compass is going to have to wait its turn.”

Alec groaned.

“Patience is its own reward.”

“To hell with that.”

She laughed. “I’m working my way down. He’ll get his due.”

“He wants to give youyourdue.”

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