She started to unbutton the flap of his trousers with slow, torturous ease. “Then what might you call it?”
His focus was riveted on her actions, his cock pulsing with the desire to feel her hot mouth upon him, sucking and stroking him until he exploded with a release that left him gasping.
“I… can’t say.” He could hardly think of his own name at the moment.
As she reached into his gaping trouser front and grasped him, her smooth hand starting to slide along his length, she said, “Come now, Mr. Mathis. Surely you can think of something.”
His brain was frazzled as he watched her torment him. “Madness.” The word broke through his lips. “You make me mad.”
“Do I?” She licked her lips and Harlan groaned, his hips thrusting upward, eager for her to cover him with her sweet mouth.
“Yes.”
“Does it make you mad when I do this?” She leaned forward and finally wrapped her lips around his length. Keeping her focus on him, she slid up and down his shaft, until his entire body tensed.
He ground his teeth together. “Yes.”
Her movements became faster, more demanding and Harlan’s body coiled. Every sense focused on what she was doing.
This was more than madness.
It was insanity.
As he neared his breaking point, he knew he should stop this, because he wasn’t sure it was a good idea to give her this sort of all-consuming power over him.
And yet… it felt so good.
He curled his hands into fists as the wave of pleasure swept over him. He groaned as he spilled himself in her willing mouth.
Afterward, dizziness assailed him, but it was quickly replaced by the need to possess this woman. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately. He urged her to her feet and onto his lap where she straddled his midsection, perfectly open for him.
He slid one hand up her skirts while he continued his onslaught on her body, moving from her neck to the curve of her breasts, he toyed with and teased her until she was just as excited as he was. She started to move her hips in time to his movements along the wet seam of her desire, and soon she was shuddering above him. The tremors were still evident when he slid his cock inside of her.
They both moaned at the sensation of joining together when emotions were already running high. It didn’t take long before they were clinging to one another in shared ecstasy.
Afterward, Harlan held on to her. It wasn’t until much later when he started to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she asked with a wonderfully adorable, lopsided smile.
He glanced down. “We didn’t bother to get undressed.”
She shrugged one shoulder. “It wasn’t necessary. We still got what we wanted.”
“Yes,” he murmured as he cupped her cheek. “That we did.”
Chapter 20
Leah sat anxiously in the corridor of Buckingham Palace with the Duke of Wellington and Harlan. At long last she was about to meet Queen Victoria, the reigning monarch of England. Nervous anticipation coursed through her, knowing what was expected of her. There were many who were depending on her, so she prayed that her skills were an asset to all.
Harlan leaned over to whisper in her ear. “How are you doing?”
She glanced at him and whispered back, “Truth be told, I’m terrified.”
“You will do remarkably. So long as you remember to call her Your Majesty, curtsy, and take her hand if it is extended, sit when she offers it, and—”
He continued on as Leah’s head spun. The duke had gone through all of the comportment requirements with her earlier that morning, but while Leah had met dignitaries and socialites from all along the continent, England had control over so many.
It was this unimaginable power that had been passed to the young queen who many believed she could not fully control, that her uncle, Ernest Augustus, King of Hanover would be better suited. There was one major impediment to that idea, and that was the British people were loyal to their royal lineage. The crown had fallen on Victoria’s head, which meant it should remain there, for better or worse.
