Page 32 of The Gilded Heiress

Eyes closed, I tried to gather my wits. This experience was like nothing I’d ever dreamed. He’d turned me inside out.

I felt Leo’s forehead resting on my thigh and the glide of his warm palms over my stocking-clad legs. It was nice, this quiet

affection, the care he showed after the fact. Finally, he straightened and I blinked several times before I could focus on

him. His expression was taut, his skin flushed.

I said the first thing that came to mind. “Where did you learn that particular trick?”

He braced his forearms on my knees and licked his lips, which bore the evidence of my arousal. “Impressed you, have I?”

“Very much so.”

His eyebrows lowered as he asked, “You’ve been with men before, yes?”

“Two.”

Something passed over his face, but it was too fast for me to discern the reaction. Then he moved onto the bench next to me

and slipped my legs onto his lap. “Then those two men failed you. Your pleasure should’ve been paramount, not theirs.”

I hadn’t missed the way he shifted the obvious erection in his trousers when he sat down. Curiosity scratched at my skin.

“May I touch you?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He cast a glance over his shoulder at the door. “We should go.”

He started to slide away, but I put my hand on his arm. “Wait. Tell me why it isn’t a good idea, because I very much want

to do this for you.”

“Why?”

“Nope. You answer first.”

“Because I don’t want you to feel obligated. I enjoyed pleasuring you and don’t expect anything in return.”

“But you told me you never do anything purely altruistic.”

“When did I say that?”

“When we had ice cream back in Boston. The day we met.”

Groaning through a low chuckle, he threw his head back. “Christ, you’re impossible. Stop recalling everything I say during

disagreements.”

“I can’t help it.” I knew I sounded defensive, but I didn’t like being criticized for something I couldn’t control.

“Josie, I apologize. I meant it in jest.” Reaching out, he clasped my face in his palms and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. He smelled like me. “You’re perfect, dashed perfect. Don’t let anyone ever convince you otherwise.”

I put my hand on his chest. “Tell the truth for once. Do you want me to touch you?”

He exhaled heavily, still holding on to my face. “I’ve been dreaming about your hands on me since we kissed in the park.”

Leo dreamed of me touching him?

With a newly acquired burst of confidence, I moved closer, then I slid my hand down to stroke the thick ridge over his clothing.

Leo’s eyelids fluttered closed and he sighed, almost in grateful relief. I wasn’t an expert by any means, but I took this

as an encouraging sign. “Let me, then.”

“Are you sure?”

Yes. I was very, very sure.

Instead of answering, I reached to unfasten his trousers.

He watched, silent, as I peeled open the placket, then popped the tiny buttons of his undergarment one by one. I felt bold

and adventurous, high on my recent climax, determined to give him more pleasure than he’d ever experienced.

“You’re driving me out of my skull,” he said softly. “Hurry, Josie.”

I bit my lip to trap the smile threatening to burst free. I liked torturing Leo.

I soon freed his erection from his clothing. His cock was long and thick, as beautiful as the rest of him, and I gripped it

gently, my fingers barely meeting around the width. Leo leaned back against the seat, his legs sprawled, glazed eyes focused

on where I held him. “Grip it hard, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I like a rough tug.”

I tightened my grip at the base and pulled up toward the tip. I repeated this again and he grunted, his hips jerking. “Yes,

exactly like that. Shit, Josie.”

Though I’d been with men before, I hadn’t really touched them, not like this.

I loved the smooth yet firm feel of Leo’s cock.

The skin was so soft, but there was steel underneath.

What a fascinating appendage. I wondered what he would feel like inside me, whether the stretch would be too much or not enough.

“Do you think we would fit?” I asked him as I pumped him.

He grimaced, his face twisting in pain. “Jesus, don’t ask me that. You’ll have me climaxing too soon, if I think about fucking

you.”

His chest rose and fell rapidly as I continued to work him with my hand. I could feel heat gathering between my legs once

more, my pulse an insistent throb behind my clitoris. Now all I could think about was taking him inside me. My walls fitting

around him, letting him in deep. Thrusting. Grunting...

Excitement thrummed under my skin and my hand worked faster. “I want to try. Can we, Leo?”

He was panting now, his eyes closed tight. Then his lips curled into something akin to a snarl. “Oh shit. Stop talking about

it. I’m going to come.”

A bead of moisture escaped the tip of his cock and I watched it roll over the crown. What did he taste like? “I can’t help

it,” I murmured, concentrating on this mysterious part of his body. “I’m curious how it would feel to have you inside me.

I bet you’re good at it, too.”

His thigh and stomach muscles bunched. He gritted out “Oh god. Fuck!” as his cock twitched in my hand. Then long jets of spend

erupted from his tip, liquid coating both my fingers and his lap in a beautiful mess. His shout echoed off the ceiling, and

I couldn’t look away from his face while in the throes of his pleasure.

He was even more handsome, if such a thing were possible.

His entire body trembled and I gave him a few more gentle strokes, the slickness easing the way as his erection deflated.

“Jesus Christ,” he wheezed. “Come here.”

He lunged for my mouth, kissing me deeply while he tried to catch his breath. His tongue mated with mine, the smell of our pleasure mixed in the air. I normally escaped from intimate encounters as quickly as they concluded, but not this time.

I never wanted this to end.

Eventually, he pulled back to rest his forehead against mine. “We should get cleaned up. I made a mess all over both of us.”

He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a handkerchief, which he used to clean my hand.

“I like it. You can’t hide your reaction to what I did.”

“True, though I’m not sure it will make for a comfortable ride back downtown.” Finished with my hand, he began cleaning himself

and his clothing as best he could. “This will have to do for now. Thankfully, we’re returning to the apartment.”

“Well, I would’ve used my mouth instead, if I were capable of bending in this corset.”

Leo closed his eyes and swallowed. “For god’s sake, woman. We’ll never leave this sleigh if you keep saying things such as

that.”

I shrugged. “Merely being honest.”

He looked at me then, his expression soft with an emotion I didn’t understand. “I know. Promise me you won’t ever change,

not even when you’re rich and famous.”

“I won’t, I promise. We’re going to keep each other sane during the whole ride to the top.”

Leo didn’t answer, his smile fading. Before I could ask what was wrong, he stood up. “Let’s go home and clean up, sweetheart.”