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There.

It was the source of all that strange throbbing and aching.

She had found it.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

She nodded as she touched it again, her head falling back, her legs widening as she slid her finger between her folds.

Oh… that feels wonderful!

“Good girl. You have just found one of your most intense pleasure spots,” he praised her.

Just one of—dear God, there weremore?

From the way he grinned knowingly at her, she already knew the answer.

Phoebe let out a soft gasp as she swept her finger up and down, up and down her wet center. Every single time she stroked that pleasure spot, as Ethan called it, she thrilled.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” he groaned. “Look at you, my sweet Duchess, with your breasts hanging out of your bodice and your legs wide open as you pleasure yourself.Magnificent.”

His praise seemed to seep into her already heated skin, adding to the pleasure that seemed to build up between her legs as her fingers worked faster over her sensitive flesh.

She had gone up on her tiptoes now, her feet rising off the ground as she feltsomethingbuilding up inside of her, coiling in her belly like a slumbering beast that had just awoken.

Phoebe felt as if she was hurtling towards a great unknown. As if she was in a cart that was going downhill much too fast.

Her finger slipped through her slick folds as she sobbed. It felt as if she was wound up so tightly, the pleasure building between her legs.

A sweet, aching torment that she craved with every stroke.

Faster. Faster.Faster.

“Aah!”

Her first climax crashed over her like a great wave, wrenching a keening moan from her lips. She felt her body burst into fragments of light and sensation.

Through the haze of lust and desire, she could see Ethan’s dark gaze on her, a slight smile tilting the corners of his lips.

He had done it. He had pleasured her without even touching her.

And heaven help her, she wanted more of it.

CHAPTER 13

She wasglorious.

The sight of her with her back arched over the chair, her feet perched on the very tips of her toes, her mouth open as she cried out in pleasure, was the single most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life.

When her breasts spilled out of her bodice, it had taken every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from crawling over to her, begging her to let him taste the rosy, puckered flesh of her nipples.

When he urged her to touch herself, it had taken everything in him not to drop his breeches and stroke himself before her.

I am going to lose my mind in a fortnight, dammit!

For a moment, all he could hear was her soft pants as she recovered from the intensity of her climax over the loud pounding of his heart.

There was nothing he wanted more than to bend her over the table and sink himself into her wet heat…