‘Are you positive you’ll be okay with this? I just want to make sure.’ He’s already stroking down my neck, grazing his thumbs over my collarbone. He licks his lips.
‘Don’t give me that, Josh. I’m a big girl, and I know what I want. Besides, you’re in a far worse state than me right now.’
I’m actually as desperate as he is for release, but he doesn’t need to know that. One of the benefits of not having a dick: I can hide my arousal better than he can.
He closes his eyes briefly before they sear into mine, and he drags his thumb along my jaw. ‘Tell me what you want, baby. Fuck—I’ll give you anything you want.Anything.’
I want to feel as though I’m the only woman in the world who exists for you in this moment.
I want everything you’ve got to give.
I stare at his mouth. ‘I want you to take charge.’ I pause. ‘I want you to stay in character.’
I’m rewarded with a dirty grin as his beautiful mouth curves up. ‘ThatI can do. I’m so fucking jealous of Dom, anyways.’
I sigh and arch my back, anticipation building and sending goosebumps down my body. I watch his eyes on my lips as I annunciate, just so he’s clear. ‘I am so. Fucking. Jealous. Of Georgiana.Your Grace.’
That undoes him. He grabs me around the waist and yanks me to him, and his other hand comes to the back of my neck as he smashes his lips against mine. Thank God. Thank God. I part for him and his tongue drives into my mouth, thick and taut.
Oh God, it feels too good to have him inside my mouth,the outrageous hardness of his huge body pressed against me, the full rigid length of his erection against my stomach. I slide my hands over those glorious shoulders and grip as hard as I can as he finds my tongue and takes it prisoner with his. He’s unleashed, and I’m the focus of his desperation, and it’s fucking fabulous.
He pulls away and tugs blindly at the cord of my robe so it falls open. I took off the ridiculous Shibue thingy so I could pee when I got back here, and stuck a pair of my own knickers on instead, but aside from those, I’m just in my half-corset, which stops a few inches south of my boobs, and my white silk stockings, held up with garters.
From the look on Josh’s face, you’d think he hadn’t just spent most of the day staring at some version of this exact outfit.
He swallows and runs his fingers across my stomach, sending delicious flutters south. His eyes feast on my boobs, which are so trussed up by the corset that it’s slightly obscene.
‘I wish to sample the delights of my new wife.’ His voice is low and thick with desire.
Oh, Jesus. This is so hot. I’ve got Josh-Lander-as-Dominic-Coventry, hottest combination womankind could ever cook up, in my trailer, in all his side-burned glory, complete with British accent and commanding demeanour. This guy is going to geteverythinghe wishes, and then some.
I should probably stay in character, too.
‘As you wish, Your Grace.’
I stand there and let him take charge, as I asked him to.
He slides my robe off and chucks it across the room before turning his attention to my anachronistic knickers. He hooks his thumbs into them and slides them down, too. I step out of them and stare up at him.
‘Better.’ He nods curtly as he takes in the sight of me injust my corset and stockings, but I see the truth in his eyes. This man is completely entranced.
‘Up on the table.’
He puts his hands on my hips and guides me backwards to the table. I scoot up so I’m sitting on the edge and watch Josh. He unties his robe and throws it off as I shamelessly drool over his body. Obviously, I’ve been in a state of undress with him for the past few hours, but now I’ve got him to myself, I can enjoy the view properly.
And what a view! His beautiful, beautiful skin is tanned and velvety. There’s the smattering of hair on his chest that I used to love burying my face in. He’s in amazing shape these days: clean living agrees with him. His stomach is flat and perfectly defined, and a soft trail of golden-brown hair intersects his Adonis belt and disappears into the waistband of his pants. He’s done what I’ve done: replaced his modesty pouch with some grey boxers. There’s a huge, hard bulge in the front, as well as a wet spot near the top.
I feast my eyes on him as he tugs them down and steps out of them. I’d like to say I’ve forgotten how huge and gorgeous his dick is, but it would be more accurate to say my years of therapy and denial have been totally unsuccessful, because I can honestly say, as I sit there half-naked and gawp at him fisting it at the root, there is no one like Josh Lander.
He comes closer, his dick in his hand, and I shift on the table, opening my legs to make room for him. He tips my face up with his other hand and I take in the heat in his eyes as he rubs his wet tip between my legs.
‘What do you think of your husband?’ he growls against my mouth.
Presumably Georgiana wouldn’t speak like a hooker, so I swallow my true thoughts about my ‘husband’ as I push myself against him as much as I can in this position.
‘You’re magnificent, Your Grace.’ I lean into him and lick his bottom lip. ‘I’m worried you’ll be too big for me.’
‘We’ll fit perfectly,’ he tells me. ‘I’ll be gentle.’
