Page 11 of Kiss the Duke Goodbye

She laughed and trailed her knuckle down his waistcoat, circling each button. “I have a device. Wood covered in boiled leather. The same kind used to make armor. It readied me, I suppose, for this. I found a shop in Shoreditch that sells unique items.”

He about swallowed his tongue. “Device?”

Her gaze lowered to his crotch and the cock straining for release. “It was advertised as a gadget resembling the virile male member. I believe, from further study, it’s not a bad replica. Your fingers felt leagues better, of course. And your skilled tongue,heaven. Glorious compared to chilled leather. However, an unattached woman does what she must to endure.”

As images assaulted him, Knox misplaced every thought in his mind. Every. Last. One.

Clarissa took advantage of his stupefaction by seizing his hand and drawing him to his feet. He followed her blindly to the armchair, then let her push him into it. Going to her knees before him, she worked the buttons on his trousers with the efficiency of a woman who knew her way around fasteners and fabric. He was stiff as stone, his cock easily freed through the opening in his drawers and his now gaping trousers. His shaft stood at attention, embarrassingly so, surrounded by a dense thicket of dark hair.

Her lips formed a silent, amazed O. “Myword, my device pales in comparison, Your Grace.”

“Two things,” he growled, drawing her attention from his aching cock to his face. “Quit talking about that goddamned toy of yours, or I’m going to arrive in three seconds. And, if you call me ‘Your Grace’ once more, I’ll storm out of here and stomp home through this snowstorm with the hardest rod in England.”

Her grin was utterly mischievous. “I like speedy arrivals myself,” she whispered and wrapped her hand around him. “Let’s see, shall we?”

Maybe he would last a minute, he decided and dropped his head back as she began to stroke. Either he quit gazing at Clarissa crouched before him or he spilled his seed, end of story. It was the way she stared that was undoing him. His member was on the large side, as some had commented over the years—yet he’d never had a woman study him with such frank fascination and absolutely no fright.

Her eager countenance was more than enough to send him over the edge.

Her touch was ardent but inexperienced. Halting, at first. However, she was learning, quicker than he wished her to. Her thumb swept his bulbous head, and she noted the groan he couldn’t contain because she did it again. And again. He gripped the arms of the chair to keep himself from guiding her into a rhythm that would only make him come that much sooner.

Also, this would wrestle control from her, a deed he didn’t wish to do.

With his body tensed like a bow, she lingered, tracing the veins on the underside of his cock, her hot breath striking him and making him tremble.

When she took him into her mouth, Knox had no will to halt her. No wish to. Part of the excitement was her enjoyment. She wanted this. An awakening she hadn’t coyly hidden from him. His adorable milliner didn’t pretend to be anythingbutas captivated by him as he was by her. A first.

“Tell me what you like,” she murmured, the words vibrating along his shaft and into the core of him.

His eyelids fluttered as his ragged moan rang through the parlor. “You.Only you.”

It didn’t matterwhatshe did, he was so entranced. He’d been lost long ago. She licked, pausing to suckle his head, her fingers tracing light circles at his base. Then, she drew him deeply between her lips. Helpless, overcome, his hand left thechair to sink into her tangled tresses. He kept himself from leading her. This was more about hanging on another second, another agonizingly wondrous moment. The throbbing in his belly signaled his impending release, the quiver working its way up his spine meaning he had little time left.

“Soon, love,” he gasped, his fingertips pressing into her scalp. “Soon.”

She didn’t sit back or slow down.Oh, no, she became more intent on her mission.

When she began to hum, her tongue wrapping around his shaft, he forgot all sense of decorum and cried out, his hips rising. The orgasm ripped through him, dimming his vision, and taking his breath. He removed himself from her care with only seconds to spare, shooting his seed across the linen shirt wadded around his belly as fierce sensations conquered him. In the end, when she blew a breath of air across his bullocks, he suspected he’d entered heaven.

Slumping back, he tossed his arm across his eyes in submission. Whatever stunned expression sat on his face, she didn’t need to see.

A panting, erotic display of a man at his weakest. They hadn’t thought to extinguish so much as one lamp.

It was, though he’d never admit it, the quickest he’d ever come from a bout of oral consideration in all his days.

Seconds ticked by on a clock somewhere in the room. The wind slapped the panes in a howling roar. The hearthfire crackled, wood shifting in the grate. He drew a lungful of the stimulating flavor ofthem. As reason returned, Knox heard Clarissa arranging her clothing, her breathing slowing to match his. She’d been excited, too, to the point of noticeability. In his experience, not many women liked this part of the act, while most menlovedit.

Clarissa Marlowe was unique in ways he’d not imagined. He only had to figure out what to do about her.

When he heard a hinge squeak, Knox lifted his arm to find Clarissa in the doorway, a bemused smile curving her lips. Hair wild, cheeks rosy, gown ruined, she looked spectacularly undone. Yet, in control of her faculties, which madeoneof them.

No one should be in such capable management of their body and mind afterthis.

“I fear you may be here longer than you’d planned. The snow is already knee-high and falling faster. The streets are impossible to navigate, from what I can tell.”

He merely grunted, exhausted to his bones, and still thinking about how quickly he’d come. Her talent was humbling.

Hiding her amusement without success, she tipped her shoulder to the back of the cottage and gave a lazy shrug. “I’m going to gather foodstuff. I’ll be back. Don’t get up.” Then, impossibly, daringly, fucking brilliantly, she laughed. “I find the afternoon’s activities have made me simply ravenous.”