“Tell me what to do,” she purred, her tongue circling the head of his erect cock.
“Everything,” he rasped, but then he urged her to take him into his mouth once more where he showed her with his hips what he enjoyed.
It didn’t take Lexie long to mimic the rhythm, as it was thesame movements when he made love to her. Grasping his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of his trousers, she found her own hips starting to move in time to every rhythmic motion she made with her mouth.
She moaned in the back of her throat as she increased her pace. Dominic’s hand wound into her hair, and she looked up to see his head was slightly back, his muscular throat exposed, the veins popping out on the sides of his neck. Knowing that she was the reason for his excitement built her own to a fever pitch, until her core was aching to be filled by him.
She wanted his hands on her breasts and his cock between her thighs and the image of them together the night before made her almost desperate for the same.
Her head was gently pulled back, and Dominic urged her to her feet. His dark eyes were almost eclipsed by the black pupils. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come and that isn’t how I want things to end.”
Turning her around to the desk, he urged her legs apart. He set a hand at the apex of her thighs and rumbled his approval. “You’re so deliciously wet.”
Her breath was coming in short pants and when he began to slide a finger along her center and his other hand toyed with her aching nipples, she knew she was about to come apart in his arms.
“Not yet,” he ordered, and moved away from her.
She cried out at the loss, but when she could feel him position himself at her entrance, she held her breath, waiting for the glorious moment of their union. When he thrust forward with a determined slam of his hips, she clutched the desk. Meeting his every advance with eagerness, she could feel something building inside of her, something dark and tempting.
He bent down and nuzzled the side of her neck and then turned her head so he could kiss her with all the wild abandon that was bursting inside her.
All at once, the inferno swept over her and consumed her with its intensity. She closed her eyes as the pleasure washed over her like nothing before. Her legs and arms shook as her body no longer became her own. She belonged to Dominic. She was completely and irrevocably his.
Within moments, he was grasping her hips and spilling himself inside her with a deep, guttural shout.
The only sounds in the room were their harsh breathing as they struggled to return to normal.
Eventually, he slipped from her and Lexie mourned the loss. She had never imagined sharing such a deep, personal connection with anyone, and yet, he had managed the impossible and awakened something inside of her that she would never be able to lay to rest again. It was both frightening and thrilling all at once.
She allowed her chemise to fall back to her knees, and as she turned around to face Dominic, he was fastening his trousers. If anyone were to enter the office, they would likely think that Avalon had just enjoyed a meaningless tup with a local whore, but the look of possessiveness in his gaze was not something she might expect he would share with anyone else.
“You are a magnificent creature,” he whispered. “Vixen.”
She smiled and went to retrieve her discarded habit. Lifting it, she asked, “Is this all you plan for me to wear from now on?”
“I would prefer you wear nothing,” he returned with a heated look. “But since I would have to have words with any other man who dared to look in your direction, I suppose I will have to content myself with proper attire. And no, the costume was just for Mr. Dartmouth’s benefit. And apparently mine as well.” He scratched his jawline almost absently. “I had no idea nuns were quite so seductive.”
She smacked him playfully on the arm. “I am not sure it’s all of them.”
“I would have to agree.” He sighed heavily. “It’s just one.”
He was bending down to give her a kiss when there was a knock at the door. He moved back with obvious reluctance as Lexie donned her attire and he called out to the visitor.
Amos entered with a carefully neutral expression. “Sorry to…er…interrupt, but this just arrived for you from your personal messenger.”
He moved to hand the sealed missive to Dominic while Lexie tried not to prove what had happened by the warmth that abruptly tried to suffice her cheeks.
As he tore open the letter, Lexie couldn’t stop from asking, “A personal messenger?”
“A loyal street urchin,” Dominic clarified, and then began to read. It didn’t take long before he was folding it back. “It’s from the private investigator I hired to look into Lord Lindley. He seems to have some very interesting information to share and is requesting a meeting in the morning.” He sighed. “This means I will have to return to my townhouse.”
Amos inclined his head. “I will watch over Miss Givenwald.”
Lexie stepped forward. “Pardon me, but I’m standing right here and I will be going.”
Dominic had knownthat would be her reaction, but he had been hoping they wouldn’t be forced to argue after the magical joining they had just shared. “Alexandra?—”
She pointed a finger at him. “No. You don’t get to use my father’s tone to try to browbeat me into doing what you want. Iamgoing with you.”
