She scrambled to grasp her skirts and keep herself propped up on her elbows.The soft scrape of his beard grazed the sensitive skin of her thighs, making her quiver in anticipation.Then his hot breath ghosted across her sex.His eyes flicked up to her face, and the dark pools of desire in them had her sex clenching.But if she thought he would go slow, torture her, she was so wrong.Matthew buried his nose in curls.His tongue flicked out, and she moaned at the delicious sensation of having his mouth on her.Then he proceeded to devour her, licking and sucking until she was writhing on the table.
“Matthew!”she sobbed out as her sex pulsed.
His hands spread her thighs, and he pulled back to blow air over her wetness.Her head popped; she glared at him.“What do you think you are doing?”
“Just enjoying the view of your soaking wet pussy.”He had such a filthy mouth.His beard was covered with evidence of just how wet she’d made him, and his grin was wide and mischievous.He knew exactly how to drive her wild.
“You are a naughty tease.”She hooked one leg around the back of his neck and pulled his head back to where she wanted it, where she needed him.“Get back here.”
He let her grip his hair and guide his mouth back to her sex.The first swipe of his tongue almost had her coming at the relief of having his hot mouth on her again.And when he slid two fingers inside her, she moaned and bucked her hips.
“Yes, I know what you need, luv,” he murmured against her.
His fingers twisted and thrust as he ate her with fervor, as though she were his last meal.Her orgasm crashed through her, and she threw her head back as she came apart against his talented tongue.
Elizabeth lay staring at the ceiling as she came down from her crisis.How did he know just how to unlock her?Matthew kissed the inside of her thighs.His beard tickled now that she was so thoroughly satisfied.He chuckled when she jerked her leg.“Ticklish, luv?”
“Apparently, post orgasm, every touch seems more pronounced.”She leaned up and threaded her fingers through his silky hair.“Come here, please.”
Matthew rose to his feet and leaned over her, caging her with his arms.She grinned up at him.“You are addictive, Matthew Reeves.”She combed his hair back from his forehead.“Perhaps we could continue this liaison?One night was certainly not enough.”
In response, Matthew leaned down and kissed her with a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.She could taste herself on his tongue.He smelled like sex and tobacco and his lips slid against hers, firm and demanding.Trapped beneath him, she sighed against his mouth and wrapped her arms around his back.The connection they had was as natural as breathing.How could she have lived so long without being able to kiss this man?Without knowing his touch, his scent?
He lifted his head fractionally.“Yes, one night was certainly not enough.”Then he straightened and held out a hand.“Come, let’s have something to eat.”
Confused, she looked down at the bulge straining against his falls.She trailed her fingers over it.“What about you?”
“As you pointed out, it is no time to get disheveled.There will be time for me to get you messy later, after the show.”He gave her a swift, hard kiss.“You will stay after, won’t you?”
She nodded, and he helped her off the billiard table.Shaking her skirts out so they fell nicely, she followed him across to a smaller table where two silver cloches covered what she assumed was their supper.Matthew sat and then grabbed her around the waist to settle her onto his lap.
“Matthew!”
“Indulge me.”He rolled his hips against her bottom.“Let me torture myself.”
She giggled.She wondered how long he would last before he was flipping up her skirts again and sinking into her still wet sex.She clenched her thighs together.To distract herself, she uncovered one of the trays.Underneath was a plate laden with roasted chicken, green beans, and baby potatoes.The aroma of rosemary and thyme wafted up, and her stomach growled.She picked up a green bean and held it in front of his lips.
He opened and took a large bite.Next, she speared a potato and fed him that as well.His eyes stayed on hers as he chewed.Then he reached for a chicken leg, holding it up to her lips.She tore a piece off from it, the juicy meat melting in her mouth.And that’s how they continued, feeding each other little bits of food until they were both satisfied.
Elizabeth reached for a linen napkin and wiped her mouth.“That was delicious.Compliments to your cook.”
“Thank you.”Matthew wiped his mouth off as well.“It should be good, for all the money I pay the man.He is French and very moody, but you can’t attract quality clients without excellent food.”
“Everything you do here, it’s all to keep the clients here and playing.If they have good food and entertainment, they won’t leave for other establishments.”
He tapped the end of her nose playfully.“Smart lady.”
“We are not so different in our approach.It is the same with the paper.The flashy headlines, the gossip pages, it all attracts readers to the paper.And then, hopefully, they stay and read the articles that matter.We try to highlight events and issues that affect the everyman and everywoman in the city.If more people in society would care about the problems of their neighbors, then maybe we could all work together to solve them.”
“I admire your passion.Mine is simply to make money.”
She shrugged.“Well, I also have to sell papers.No newspaper can survive without circulation numbers.For years, I tried to convince my father to add the gossip pages to attract more customers.But he was stubborn, stuck in his opinions about what was newsworthy.When he died, it was the first thing I implemented, and I have sold triple the number of papers.Last year, I bought a new printing press to accommodate our growth.”She was proud of how she had grown the paper.
“That must have cost a pretty penny.”
She grimaced.“I’ll be paying off the loan for at least the next five years.”
A knock sounded at the door.She jumped off Matthew’s lap.“Lord, I hope no one is dead.”
