Page 22 of The Cutthroat Countess

“Was that bad of me?” she asked, not looking too concerned.

“Probably, but I’d much rather you bathe me than Crisp.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You require assistance, do you?”

“I’m quite . . . dirty. Filthy, actually.” Elliot set his hands—which he’d laid over his rapidly swelling cock—on the edge of the tub.

Jo’s gaze dropped immediately to his bobbing prick, and the heat that flared in her darkening gaze caused his bollocks to turn to stone. “What’s that you have there?” she taunted, pouring the contents of her canister into the tub, taking care not to scald him.

Elliot looked down at his rigid shaft. “What? This old thing?” he asked, sliding a hand around it.

Jo grunted, the low, animal sound making him even harder. “Just how old is your . . . thing?” She gave a surprised snort of laughter and lifted her gaze from his cock to meet his eyes. “How is it that I don’t know how old you are?”

“Perhaps because you never asked?” He gave her an arch look. “I will be five-and-thirty on my next birthday.”

“And when is that?”

“February twenty-second.”

“Hmm,” she said, her gaze once again lowering to where his hand was lightly stroking. Her pupils flared, black swallowing gray. “That is lovely,” she said in a hoarse voice. “Will you make yourself come for me, Elliot?”

Elliot swore the room tilted and spun at her erotic request. “You—” His voice broke, he cleared his throat, and tried again, “You want me to, erm, pleasure myself?”

She nodded slowly, her eyes locking with his as she hooked her foot around the leg of the milking stool he’d been using to hold his towel, and dragged it closer. She tossed the towel aside and plopped down. “Yes, please.”

He knew his face would be flaming. Although he’d had numerous lovers, not one of them had ever asked to view such a private, shameful act.

“Please,” she repeated when he hesitated.

Elliot nodded. “As you wish.” He spread his thighs and slid a bit lower, an action that exposed more of his legs above the water. “Touch me, Jo.”

She slid a hand into the water without hesitation, her expression rapt as she gazed from his cock to his face and back, her rough, strong hands rubbing up one thigh, the tips of her fingers brushing his tight sac.

He groaned, and his eyelids fluttered at the rare sensual pleasure of feeling another’s touch on such a private part of his body. “Yes . . . just like that.” Elliot’s initial reticence drained away with each slow pump of his fist and the heat in Jo’s hungry gaze.

* * *

If Jo had ever seen a more erotic sight than her normally reserved lover shedding his inhibitions and performing for her pleasure, she could not recall it.

He was not only a beautiful man, but he possessed the sorts of skills she respected and admired: toughness, resilience, and a quick, clever mind.

Not to mention a taut, fit body that was hard-muscled in all the right places.

“Make it last,” Jo ordered when his hand began to move faster on his shaft—a sight that she was burning into her mind’s eye.

He groaned and gave her a pleading look. “It’s been weeks since we’ve been together, darling. I’m lucky I lasted this long. Please, Jo . . .” He pushed out his lower lip in a pouting way that was so adorable she wanted to bite it. “Please,” he begged in a voice that was raw with need. “I need release so badly.”

His words detonated an explosion of desire in her body, and it took all her self-control not to scramble into the tub, climb on top of him, and ride him until he screamed her name.

Instead, Jo settled for reaching high up his thigh and curling her fingers around the furry pouch pressed tightly against his body. “Come for me, Elliot.”

The words weren’t even out of her mouth before his back arched and his hips jerked out of the tub. “Jo!” he shouted, pumping himself hard twice more and then spilling over his slick abdomen in thick ribbons, his entire body flexing with the force of his orgasm, until he laughed weakly and sank into the tub.

“Well,” he said in a breathless voice, smiling up at her, “there’s an activity that has never been so enjoyable before.”

* * *

Jo sat back from the table and gave a pleasurable sigh. “That was absolutely delicious, Crisp. Thank you so much,” she said when the valet came to ask if either of them wanted anything else.