and impressively thick, she flooded with moisture and licked her fangs.
He spread her legs wide and began to slip inside her, taking his time, making her feel every inch. Lacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her arms above her head. "Never again," he warned.
With a gasp, she arched upward. "Never."
"You'll marry me as soon as we can arrange it."
"Yes..."
He began a luxurious rhythm, slow and sensual, an erotic dance of hardness into softness, and it swept through her in a gentle wave. Holding both of her hands with one of his, he reached for her knee and anchored it to his hip, opening her further so he could drive his c**k deeper.
He f**ked with such skill, such breathtaking expertise, and she loved him so much she cried with it. The loneliness she'd felt for so many years was gone, replaced by Jack's strong, steadfast presence in her heart and mind. The connection was deep, one that awed and amazed her. Closing her eyes, she touched him back, and felt his love surround her in tender embrace.
"God, Jack. You feel so good..."
He groaned and quickened his pace, the soft sucking sound of their lovemaking making her ache with the need to come.
"Please..." she begged.
"You'll wait for it," he growled. "After what you did to me this morning, you'll wait."
"I love you."
Jack pressed his lips to hers as he shuddered at her words. "Damn you."
She cried out his name as he brought her to orgasm with a powerful thrust. She felt his c**k jerk inside her as he came, hot pulsing bursts of se**n that pushed her over the edge until she shivered beneath him in another, more powerful release.
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The gentle rocking of the ship brought Caroline out of the deep drugging pleasure to a gradual awareness of their surroundings. She laughed at the feel of linen beneath her cheek, a not so subtle reminder that they were both still fully clothed. "Jack. Tell me this isn't one of my dreams."
"If it is, my love, don't wake up yet. I've only just begun."
Caroline's friend, Julienne, has her story told in Sylvia Day's award-winning
Lucien's Gamble
"Lucien's Gamble"
in
Bad Boys Ahoy!
(single-author Historical Romance anthology)
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Chapter 1
London 1810
"What the devil are you doing in my club?"
Julienne looked across the massive mahogany desk into blue eyes the color of which she'd never seen before. Somewhere between deep blue and purple, they were fringed with thick black lashes that were shamefully wasted on a man. "I need to find my brother," she said, lifting her chin in defiance.
One black brow arched. "A message left with the doorman would have been simpler, Miss..."
"Lady. Julienne. And I attempted to leave messages. I have yet to receive a response." She shifted in her chair as the broadcloth trousers chafed the delicate skin of her derriere. The wig itched, too, but she refused to embarrass herself further by scratching.
"Dressing as a man was an original touch."
She heard the laughter in the velvety voice and scowled. "How else was I to gain admission to a gentleman's club?"
Julienne resisted the urge to flee as Lucien Remington rose from behind the desk and rounded it. She licked suddenly dry lips as she took in his height and the breadth of his shoulders. He was even more devastating up close than he had been across crowded ballrooms. Black hair and tanned skin displayed his extraordinary eyes to perfection. A strong jaw and generous mouth bespoke of his sensual nature, which was lauded far and wide by well-pleasured ladies of his acquaintance.
"Exactly, Lady Julienne. A gentleman's club. Those garments do not disguise the fact that you are all woman. Ridgely's foxed, or insane, not to have noticed." His perusal paused briefly on her br**sts before rising to meet her gaze.
"No one noticed," she muttered.
"I noticed."
And so he had. Almost immediately. She'd been in the club only five minutes at most before he'd grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her in his office. But then, it had only taken her five minutes to make a mess of the whole affair.
His voice softened. "What is so urgent that you would take such drastic measures to speak with your brother?"
As he leaned against his desk directly in front of her, the material of his trousers stretched over firmly muscled thighs. He was so close she could feel the heat emanating from his body. She smelled a hint of tobacco and starched linen, and another delicious scent that could only be the man