Page 69 of Jack of Diamonds

Her eyes widened in concern.

“Do I smell bad?”

“No. Quite the contrary.”

“What do I smell like?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not something that can be described in words.”

“Will you at least try?”

“No. I won’t.”

As I dabbed the cloth against her knee one final time, she shivered, and a low moan escaped her lips.

“You know...this is only making me want you more.”

My cock swelled even harder at the tone of her voice. But I would be strong.

I would resist.

I couldn’t let her win this round.

“Jack.” She pleaded, her voice thick with need. Her foot shifted in my lap, finding the proof that my cock wanted to be inside her more than anything in that moment.

“Control yourself, Alice,” I warned, removing her leg from my lap as quickly as possible.

Had I given her the wrong tonic? She seemed almost fully restored, although I didn’t recall this happening to people who’d taken Timekeeper’s Tonic. “I told you—we’re not doing that again.”

“Why not?” She rolled onto her side, propping up her head with her hand, her eyes dark and seductive. “You’ve already fucked me once. What’sreallystopping you from doing it again?”

“I already told you—I lost control, and I won’t let that happen again.” My voice was firm, but inside I was battling my own desire.

“It’s not fair,” she said with a pout. “You got to come, and I didn’t. That’s really bad manners where I’m from. Not very chivalrous, either.”

Her voice was a plea, a prayer. Loathe as I was to admit it, she had a point.

Damnable creature. Now she had me wanting to bend to her will.

But I wouldn’t.

Not now.

I tossed the cloth into the basin and set it down on the floor.

“Don’t make the mistake of assuming my title reflects my level of chivalry.”

“Oh, I don’t think that at all.” I watched her fingers dance over her ribs, then curl around her breast until the nipple was a hard little protrusion. “The White Knight might be the most morally grey person I’ve ever met. I hope you get over your principles sooner than later.”

I shook my head, although I was grinning in amusement.

“I won’t.”

Alice’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of frustration and lust evident in her gaze. She huffed, clearly agitated by my refusal. Then she rolled onto her back.

“Fine. If you’re not gonna make me come, I guess I’ll just do it myself.”

My pupils blew wide open and my grin evaporated. I thought I’d seen everything, but she proved me wrong when she slid her hand between her legs and parted her glistening folds with her fingers. I watched, transfixed, as she began to stroke the insides of her bloody thighs, her soft lips, and her clit.

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