When she looked at me like that, I would do anything for her—without question. “Looks like we can be civil to one another.”
“I know. You guys both really tried.” She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the black bra underneath that pushed her tits together. Slowly, she peeled away the remainder of her clothes, getting her jeans off last until she stood in just her matching bra and panties. “I’d like to show my appreciation.”
My throat went dry, so I automatically swallowed, feeling the muscles shift as I pushed the saliva down. Every day, I got to live out my fantasy because I woke up beside her then came home to her after work. She satisfied my sexuality but also fueled it even more. It was a cycle that continued to repeat itself, not that I minded.
She sauntered toward me, her beautiful brown hair framed around her shoulders. She had a slim waistline, the small muscles of her body visible just underneath her bra. She had incredible legs too, the long and slender kind that could hook around my waist while I pinned her to the mattress. When she reached me, she ran her hands down my chest as she lowered herself to her knees on the red rug of my bedroom. Her eyes were glued to mine as she unzipped my jeans and pulled my boxers down, letting my throbbing cock pop out. Her mouth immediately went to my balls, and she licked them with enthusiasm, dragging her tongue across the rough texture of my sac.
I inhaled a sharp breath and closed my eyes.
She dragged her tongue up my length, right over the thick vein on the surface. When she got to the top, she licked away the drop that formed there. It stuck to the tip of her tongue and the tip of my cock, making a sticky line before it broke.
Jesus Christ.
“Tell me what you want, sir. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Fuck. “I want to fuck your mouth and watch you swallow my come.”
She wrapped her hand around my length and looked up at me, her expression sex-crazed. “Yes, sir.” She craned her neck and took my length as far as she could go without gagging. Then she pulled back again, her tongue flat and cushioning my cock so he wouldn’t be nicked by her teeth. Saliva pooled at the base of my length then dripped down to the floor. She didn’t need to go fast or use her hand to blow my mind. The combination of her on her knees with her soft mouth wrapped around my length was a fantasy I could hardly handle. She was just so goddamn beautiful.
My hand moved into her hair and fisted it, tangling the soft strands she worked so hard to perfect every morning. I got a good grip on her, guiding her up and down at the speed I preferred. I liked giving her the reins, but a part of me would always want some control. I could have fucked her instead, but this satisfied my need to dominate her. The dinner with her brother was unpleasant, but it was totally worth it to have this moment.
Her eyes shifted up to me as she wrapped her fingers around my base and jerked me off. She widened her mouth so she could move up and down with her hand, making sure to catch anything I might release unexpectedly.
I stood still and let her do all the work, taking my length harder and faster. I wanted this to last forever, but I knew my cock was large for her small mouth. I knew her knees must ache from sitting on the wool rug. I didn’t care about the comfort of other women when they were getting me off, but I certainly cared about London’s. Besides, I just wanted to come. “Here it comes, Lovely.”
Her other hand cupped my balls while she jerked me harder and shoved her throat across my length. She worked hard and fast, panting as she gave it to me as best she could.
I stepped closer to her, giving her all of my length just before I exploded. I knew she couldn’t take every inch for very long before I hit her gag reflex, so I waited until the last minute.
You know, because I was a gentleman.
My hand rested against the side of her face, and I watched the tears pool in the corners of her eyes. My cock became so thick, and a burst of pleasure started deep in my groin. My core burned from the fire, and a scorching sensation emerged over my body, making me feel cold and hot at the exact same time.
With a moan, I filled her mouth with all of my seed, dropping it on her tongue and down the back of her throat. My hand gripped the back of her head, keeping her in position until I was completely finished.
Tears streamed from her eyes and down her cheeks, but she didn’t gag. She kept the natural response of her body under control.
My cock began to soften once I was finished, so I slowly pulled out of her mouth with my eyes glued to her face. “Swallow.”
She closed her mouth and did as I asked, her throat shifting with the movement.
This woman made me feel more like a king than anyone else. My fingers gently touched her hair, almost in apology for the aggressive way I fucked her mouth, before I grabbed my boxers and pulled them to my hips. “Get on the bed. I’m not done yet.”
Ariel and I worked together in my office, everything falling back into perfect normalcy like she’d never left in the first place. We went over the weekly schedule and discussed the social events I would be attending.
Now that London was in my life, I didn’t spend much time gathering intelligence or putting my men on the job. I stuck to my scotch business, taking the less stressful route. So that made me stationary for the first time in my life.
“The Duke of Romania is having a celebration in Manchester. You’ve been invited, of course.”
Leaving the house was less tempting now that I had a pet I loved to play with. I didn’t care about fancy parties and famous people. I’d just seen him in London not too long ago, and I vaguely remembered him mentioning it.
“His daughter, the Duchess of Romania, has returned from university in America. I suspect he wants to show her off to the world.”
And marry her off. That’s what all the royals did. “I’ll pass.”
Ariel spun her pen in her fingertips. “Well, you already told him you were going.”
“I did?”
“When you were in London.”
I was so busy thinking about the woman who left me that I hadn’t noticed anything around me. I had been speaking to a fellow duke but tuning him out at the exact same time.
“You can’t back out now. The dinner is on Saturday.”
Damn. “Alright. I’ll let London know.”
“You’re going to bring her?” Ariel looked down and made notes in her folder.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Ariel made her feelings for London perfectly clear, but I hoped we had moved on from that by now.
“It’s a big event, that’s all.”
“London did fine during Holyrood.”
“True,” Ariel said with a sigh. “It’s your decision, Crewe.”
Where I went, London went with me. It was as simple as that. I didn’t give Ariel as much attitude as I would to someone else since we had just been reunited. My temper remained under control for the time being.
“Shall I make arrangements for London’s gown, hair, and makeup?”
“Yes, please.” I always delegated that sort of thing to someone else. “Thank you.”
“Sure.”