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“I will give you the tour on the morrow,” Richard said as he watched her astonished face.

“Why not today?” Jo asked absently, still studying his room.

“Today, I have other plans for you,” he said, then swiftly took her into his arms and carried her to his bed.

Jo shrieked as he deposited her onto the mattress.

Then she spread her arms as she lay on the huge, soft, four-poster bed, running her palms against the silk coverlet.

Richard stood over her, untying his cravat. “I didn’t assign you a lady’s maid yet,” he said casually. “Which means that I will have to act your maid tonight.”

Jo giggled, then rose to her knees. “Will I have to act your valet tonight, then?”

She started unbuttoning his waistcoat without waiting for him to answer.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “If you wish,” he said low, making goosebumps chase around her skin.

She ran her hands up his chest and pushed the waistcoat down. Richard groaned and captured her mouth with his lips.

Jo smiled as she swept her tongue inside, tasting wine and his dear, masculine taste. She held his face between her palms, her fingers brushing his hair.

Richard’s arms weaved around her, and he pulled her closer to him, rubbing her against his obviously erect cock.

Jo smiled again, before shrieking as he fell onto the bed, holding her close in his grasp. She chuckled as she landed against his chest, but Richard’s lips seized hers and his tongue plundered the depth of her mouth.

Jo clawed at him, fighting to get closer.

Their clothing ripped and fell away as their hands roamed each other’s bodies.

Jo’s mind was hazy, her body was burning, and all she wanted was him. All she needed was him. So she fought and clawed at everything that stood between them, desperate to get to his naked flesh. And once she did, she paused to marvel at the beauty of his body.

He was sculpted like a Greek god. Chiseled, lean, tall. His masculine length stood proudly among the curls of intimate hair, dark red, angry, and covered in veins. His thighs were powerful and strong. She couldn’t wait to wrap her legs around those thighs and ride his magnificent cock.

She licked her lips. But first, she wanted a taste. She lowered herself down his body and licked his length. Her eyes fell closed, the fingers of her hand circling him, squeezing him and feeling the steel beneath the velvety skin.

She couldn’t believe she was holding him in her hand, licking him with her tongue. He was hers. Completely. Without a doubt.

Her husband.

Jo kissed the mushroom-shaped tip and Richard hissed, his hands going to cradle her head. Jo smiled, then licked again, only this time around the head of his cock.

“You mean to tease me, vixen. Don’t you?” Richard gritted.

Jo looked up and coquettishly raised her brow. “I do.”

“Well, then. I’ll just have to tease you back.”

Before she had time to reply or do anything else, Richard lunged toward her.

He took her by the waist and twirled her around, sitting her over his face.

“Richard!” she shrieked. She fell forward from the violent movement, her palms on either side of his hips, her face perilously close to his engorged member.

He didn’t seem to mind her protests. He simply took her by her hips, settling her comfortably over his mouth before licking right at her center.

Jo moaned, tensing. Is that how he meant to tease her? Well, she would be a formidable opponent, Jo decided.

She leaned forward and enveloped the head of his cock into her mouth. The fingers of her one hand sank into his buttock while her other hand circled the base of his cock, squeezing him, feeling the fire within him.