Ellis gently frowned at him. “This is incredibly inappropriate now that the entire household knows I’m a woman—assuming you told them.”
“I did, but I don’t care about that for a moment.” He continued to stare at her. “Let me just look at you.”
She hadn’t yet donned the wig, and her blonde hair was still pinned to her head from wearing the men’s wig. The elegant column of her throat begged for his kisses, but he restrained himself.
“You are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he breathed. His body roared right back into full arousal.
“In this plain gown?” She arched a brow at him. “You’ve seen me in nothing at all.”
“Don’t remind me,” he groaned.
Her gaze flicked to his cock again, and he resolved right then that he’d need to frig himself before they left, else he’d be in misery for the remainder of the day.
“You appear to be in need of some…help,” she noted. She took his hand and led him to the cushioned bench at the foot of her bed. Pushing him down, she carefully knelt before him, adjusting her gown so it pooled around her.
Roman’s pulse thrummed in his ears. He wanted to tell her she needn’t go to the trouble, but he couldn’t form any words as she unbuttoned his fall.
“I will take your silence as consent,” she said, slipping her hand into his pantaloons and finding his sex.
Rather than close his eyes as he was tempted to do, he focused on her as she pulled his cock free. She looked up at him, and their eyes met.
“I consent,” he rasped, his voice dark and desperate. “With absolute vigor and demand.”
She gave him a small, thoroughly wicked smile before she licked the head of his shaft. Roman grunted loudly, then swore quietly. This was not the middle of the night. He could not make such noise.
“Yes, do be quiet,” she commanded just before she took him into her mouth.
Sensations he’d never known thundered through him. He lifted his hips toward her, silently begging for more. He watched her movements—the way her hand cupped him, then stroked his flesh, the bob of her head and the flick of her tongue.
Roman worried he wouldn’t last long, but damn, he never wanted this to end. She sucked him with a delicious rhythm as he arced into her mouth, his hips coming off the bench with each thrust. He worked to keep control, lest he mindlessly lose himself.
She slipped her other hand into his pantaloons and when he next rose, she caressed his backside, squeezing his flesh. Blood rushed to his cock, and he couldn’t help moving faster. She brought her hand around and cupped his balls.
“Ellis, I’m going to come.”
Her response was to gently squeeze him and suck him harder as her mouth moved over him with increasing fervor, taking him deeper toward her throat. Ecstasy exploded inside him, and he clamped his jaw closed to keep from shouting. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes, he clutched her head as he climaxed spectacularly.
Roman succumbed to the most blissful darkness as wave after wave of pleasure washed through him. He’d never known such completion, such absolute joy.
Gradually, he slowed, and she finally took her mouth from him. He tipped his head forward, panting as he worked to catch his breath. “Good God, Ellis.”
She wiped her mouth in a thoroughly ladylike fashion, as if she’d just finished eating a biscuit, then rose. “Better?”
“Never more.” He could hardly think straight. She went to her dressing table and pulled the wig onto her head. At length, Roman came to his senses and refastened his fall. “What about you?”
“What about me?” she asked as she pinned the wig to her hair.
“That was very one-sided,” he said.
“Was it?” She glanced at him over her shoulder, her gaze sultry. “I enjoyed that immensely.”
He stifled a moan, for she was going to arouse him again. “You can’t know how that thrills me. However, I consider myself in your debt, and I plan to repay it in full, with interest.”
“I eagerly anticipate that. In the meantime, we should be on our way shortly, shouldn’t we?”
He stood. “I suppose so.” He was already devising plans of what he would do to her that evening. He could hardly wait.
Now that his head was clearing, he realized he hadn’t communicated what he’d meant to—his entire reason for coming to her chamber. “I’ve spoken to the servants, and they’ve promised their discretion.” He didn’t mention Graham suspecting their affair. “I’ve also informed them that you will be dining with me from now on. At least, I hope you will.” He gave her a courtly bow. “Miss Dangerfield, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner this evening?”
