Page 13 of Hidden Heir With His Housekeeper

He located the first pin, dragged it loose. Then another and another. She sighed when the heavy mass tumbled down.

‘Shake it,’ he demanded. She did as he asked, letting it bounce off her shoulders, aware of his gaze scorching her face, her collarbone and then dipping to her breasts, confined in the strapless bra.

He did a twirl with his finger. ‘Turn around.’

Again, she followed his instruction, spellbound by the desire darkening his eyes.

She focused on his tall shape behind her, reflected in the glass wall, illuminated by the low lighting. She jolted as her bra snapped open, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet room.

He peeled off the lace and threw it away. Large hands cupped her breasts from behind. Rough calluses stroked over her engorged flesh, making it tighten and swell. She arched into his touch as firm lips captured the throbbing pulse in her neck. His fingers plucked at her tender nipples, and a ragged moan burst out.

She had never realised she was so sensitive there. But he seemed to know just how to caress and entice her, to drive her passion to fever-pitch as she writhed against his hold.

Too much and yet not enough.

‘Look at yourself, Beatrice,’ he said, his voice hoarse, his desire as urgent and fierce as her own.

She stared at the woman in the glass, shocked by how wild and uninhibited she seemed, as his hand left her naked breast to glide down her torso. She noticed the bird of prey etched on the back, became mesmerised by the design as his fingers slid into her panties and found the slick folds of her sex.

‘You’re so wet for me, Beatrice,’ he said.

‘Yes.’ She bucked against his sure touch, her moan becoming a full-throated groan. Bowing back, she reached up, curling her hand around his neck to anchor herself. Panting now, in gasps of need.

‘Please...’ she begged as he continued to tease and incite, retreating then returning, tempting her swollen flesh.

He swore softly against her neck, then feasted on the pulse point, his other hand still playing with one engorged nipple.

Arrows of sensation darted down, turning the heat at her core into a raging inferno.

The waves of pleasure built with each pass of his thumb, too close and yet not close enough, each swirl of that devious fingertip taking her to the edge, but retreating before she could reach the peak.

‘Oh... God.’ She gripped his hair, tugged hard, riding his hand now, desperate to release the tension building at her core, vaguely aware of the spectacle she was making of herself but not able to stop, not even able to care.

She bit into her lip as he found the very heart of her.

‘Come for me,’ he said.

The pleasure centred in her sex—burning, bright, beautiful—then blew apart, sending her shooting over that high ledge. She cried out as the fierce pleasure crested, caught his grunt of triumph through the hurricane in her ears.

And let herself soar. Just like that bird. At last.

Fierce need enveloped Mason as he scooped Beatrice’s limp body into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Had he ever made love to a woman before who was so responsive to his touch? He didn’t think so. He had always considered himself skilled at bringing women to climax. He liked sex. A lot. But having her reach for him, feeling the sting as she’d grabbed a fistful of his hair and let herself shatter had been something else...

Urgency charged through his veins, the ache in his groin painful as he laid her out and watched her eyelids flutter open.

She looked dazed and a little confused.

‘Hey there,’ he said, the emotion scraping against his throat shocking him. ‘You okay?’

‘Yes. Absolutely,’ she said simply. Then she smiled, that sweet, mesmerising, weirdly innocent smile that brightened her whole face and made her look young, in a way he was sure he’d never been.

Her transparent joy and the sense of achievement in her expression made him feel as if he’d just taken her somewhere she’d never been before. Whichhadto be his ego talking, but, even so, he couldn’t ignore the swelling against his ribs, or the powerful press of the erection stretching his boxers.

He needed to finish this before he lost what was left of his mind.

‘Hold that thought,’ he said, forcing an easy smile to his lips that he didn’t remotely feel.

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