Page 34 of The Gilded Heiress

“They didn’t hurt me, if that’s what you’re asking. It was nice.”

I felt my frown deepen. Nice? Again, I would be finding these men when I returned to Boston. “Will you let me show you a better method?”

She nodded. “You weren’t lying about what your mouth could do, so I’m apt to believe you in regards to this, too.”

I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t dare. “Thank you for your tentative trust. I swear, you won’t regret it.”

Bending, I scooped her into my arms. She clung to my neck as I carried her into the bedroom. Once there I placed her on the

bed, where I saw a small stuffed rabbit buried in the bedclothes. It struck me as sweet. I lifted up the toy and placed it

on the nightstand.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she warned. “It’s all I have left from my real parents.”

“I wouldn’t dare. May I remove my clothes?”

“God, yes. Please do so,” she said emphatically, and I chuckled. Quickly, I removed the rest of my clothing, leaving on my

undergarment. Josie said nothing, merely watched, two bright spots of color on her cheeks.

I reached down and unlaced her boots, then slipped them off her feet. “Now may I take off your clothes?”

She nibbled her lip. Was this uncertainty? The last time I saw this expression on her face was directly before singing for

Lotta. My heart softened, a strange emotion filling my chest. I wanted to both protect her and fuck her senseless, which was

unsettling. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this way about a woman in the past.

I put my hand on my heart. “I swear on my life, I’ll take excellent care of you tonight. You will feel like a goddamn princess

when I’m through with you.”

Instead of answering, she sat up and began popping the fastenings on her shirtwaist. She started at her throat, loosening the buttons, then continued lower, flashing a hint of pale pink undergarments as she went.

My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my mind warning me to keep calm.

I didn’t want to rush her or frighten her.

This had to be the best experience of her life.

Finally, she shrugged out of the shirtwaist, and my gaze feasted on her bare arms and sharp collarbones, creamy skin and delicate

shoulders. My god, she was lovely.

“Do you want my help?” I asked when she rose up on her knees.

“It will go faster with four hands.”

That was all the invitation I needed. As she untied her skirts, I went to work on the tiny buttons of her corset cover. My

usually dexterous fingers felt clumsy, shaky, as I pushed the tiny pearls through the openings one by one. The mounds of her

breasts, pushed up by her corset, rose and fell with her breathing, nearly bursting out of her chemise. I couldn’t wait to

see them, touch them. Lick them.

She peered up at me, our eyes meeting as I continued. There was no hesitation in her green depths, only trust and desire,

like she truly saw me in a way that no one else ever had. It made me feel like the world’s wealthiest and most powerful man.

I never wanted to lose this feeling.

Unable to wait any longer, I bent and kissed her. She met me eagerly, her mouth warm, her lips insistent, and I lost track

of what I’d been doing. All I cared about was kissing her and breathing in her scent.

“Wait,” she said against my lips.

I paused and dragged in air, hoping it would cool me off a bit. Josie shifted and I watched her skirts pool at her knees.

Then she fell back on the bed and kicked the layers of cotton and lace completely off, leaving on her drawers and stockings.

“There.”

“You’re having an easier time of this than me.” I reached for the tiny buttons once more. “May I finish the rest?”

“If you like.” She bit her bottom lip in the most adorable manner. “But I don’t know why it matters.”

I stretched out on the mattress next to her. I’d dreamed of this so often that it was hard to believe it was actually happening. “I’ll tell you why it matters, but you need to roll over first.”

She did as I asked, presenting me with her back and the corset laces. I rose up on one elbow and pressed a kiss to the bare

skin above her chemise. Goose bumps rose up in response, so I did it again. Then I trailed open-mouthed kisses along every

part of her back that I could reach.

“There are things that can be rushed,” I whispered, “like a meal or a cup of coffee.” Another kiss. “Buying something you don’t truly need.” I scraped the skin behind her neck with my teeth. “A conversation.”

“Oh god. Leo. ”

I loved the sound of my name, a frustrated plea, on her lips. I wanted to hear it again.

Coming up, I threw my leg over one of her thighs and moved to cover her, with my elbows resting on the mattress beside her

ribs. I wedged my knees between her legs, the thinnest of cloth separating us. My erection nestled into the curve of her buttocks

and a rush of need cramped in my gut.

Soon. Very soon.

I began kissing her other shoulder, the one I hadn’t been able to reach before, letting her feel my breath. “But you, my dear

Josie, are to be savored.”

Kiss.

“I want to suck on your nipples for hours.”

Kiss.

“I want to tongue your pussy for days.”

A bite, then a lick.

“I’m going to fuck you so slow, sweetheart. And you’re going to feel me inside your cunt for weeks .”

“ Leo. ” She rocked her hips, dragging the sweet cleft of her arse along my length. “Oh god. Please, please, please.”

Clenching my back teeth, I closed my eyes and waited for the sparks to leave my groin. My cock was already leaking, my body straining to get inside her.

Patience, man.

“Not yet,” I said. “I don’t think you’re quite ready.”

“I’m ready,” she panted. “Get me out of this dashed corset so I can breathe.”

Balancing on one arm, I plucked at the strings to loosen them. As soon as I made enough space to release the pins, Josie flipped

onto her back beneath me. Her hair had fallen down, wild blond strands streaking across the mattress, her gaze hooded and

dark. The position put my erection directly against her pubic bone, and her legs widened to make room for my hips. I was momentarily

stunned by the overload of sensation. “Wait,” I said, helplessly.

She didn’t wait for me, instead popping the corset open with a speed that should’ve surprised me.

Instead, I was distracted by watching all that glorious flesh set free.

Her tits were perfect, straining against the thin cotton of her chemise. I dragged my palm over her ribs to cup one mound,

then pinched the nipple through the cloth, and her eyelids swept closed. “Christ, you are beautiful,” I murmured.

“More,” was her response, so I lowered the sleeve of her chemise to free one of her breasts. Angling my head, I took the tip

into my mouth, her nipple hard and smooth on my tongue, and I alternated between licking and drawing on it.

Her hands came up to clamp around my head, holding me in place, as her hips rolled slightly, seeking. “You’re driving me out

of my mind. I can’t take it.”

I moaned around her flesh, more fluid leaking from the tip of my cock. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I didn’t

usually get so frantic while in bed with a woman.

She twisted beneath me, more wriggling to drive me to the brink, so I pulled back. “What are you—”

Her chemise went over her head, leaving her in only drawers and stockings. I stared at her bare breasts, mesmerized. Full and ripe, they had rose-colored nipples and dark areoles. They would fill my palms and a bit more, and I couldn’t wait to see them shift and bounce as I rode her to orgasm.

“Leo.” She snapped her fingers in front of my face. “You’re wasting time.”

I shook myself and eased down on top of her, so our fronts were flush. Then I gave her a deep kiss with lots of tongue. “Looking

at your body is never a waste of time.” I rocked my hips to drag my length over her slit. “Feel how hard you make me?”

She slid her palms over my chest, my shoulders. Then she started to unbutton my union suit. “I’m dying. I need you.”

“Are you certain?”

“Very certain.”

Her fingers worked fast. She had it halfway down my chest before I sat up on my knees. I pulled my arms free and shoved the

cloth to my hips, then all the way off my legs. I let her look her fill at me as I untied her drawers. The scent of her arousal

hung heavy in the air between us, and I inhaled it like a drug. Maneuvering her legs, I removed her drawers, leaving her lower

half clad only in silk stockings.

I dragged my hands over her knees, up her thighs, spreading her wide so I could see every inch of her. The folds glistened,

slick with her arousal, and I couldn’t help but bend down to swipe my tongue over her intimate flesh, desperate to taste her

again.

Her back arched. “Oh god!”

I slid a finger inside her, stretching her, while I circled her clitoris with my tongue. Fuck, she was tight. It was going

to feel so good when these velvet walls strangled my cock.

She rocked her hips, pumping herself on me, so I slipped in another finger, pumping my hand, giving her friction, as I sucked

her tiny nub into my mouth.

It happened quickly. She tensed, her fingers curling into my hair, and then her pussy convulsed around my fingers. “Shit!” she hissed, her limbs twitching. “Shit, oh god! Leo. ”

When it was over I gave her clitoris a soft kiss, but I didn’t remove my fingers. I crawled up her body and drew the tip of

her breast into my mouth, sucking hard. Slowly, I eased my fingers in and out of her channel, stretching her, preparing her.

I didn’t wish to hurt her.

“Leo,” she said through harsh breaths. “Put yourself inside me. I need you. Please. ”

Those words... I exhaled, unable to take anymore. I lost the battle.

It was time to make her mine.

Josie

He was torturing me.

Death by slow and steady pleasure.

No wonder he had women eating out of the palm of his hand everywhere he went. He was very good at this, knowing exactly what

to say, what to do. Having him on top of me, pressed against my skin, surrounding me, was everything I’d hoped for. I felt

cherished, adored. Wanted.