The Duke's Wife (The Three Mrs #3) - Jess Michaels Page 0,57

cock, and it hardened further as she stared, curling toward his belly.

It was filthy to have him fully clothed, his jacket open, his cock naked before her. She traced a finger over the head of him, reveling in the silky skin there. It had been so long since she touched a man this way, and when his breath kept catching it drove her mad.

She shifted down, onto her knees, and looked up at him.

“Right.”

Then she fisted him in her palm and licked him.

Normally Nathan could find a response to any situation. He prided himself on being quick on his feet. But having Abigail drop to her knees and take his cock into her mouth erased any reasonable response he might have had. She’d said he was right, but he couldn’t fathom what she meant because she sucked him and stars exploded before his eyes.

He gripped the desk edge with both hands, surrendering to what she was doing because he had no other choice. She had conquered him, and he was hers to do with as she wished. And oh, what she did. She rubbed her tongue hard against the underside of his cock as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat. When she reached her limit, she reversed the slide. She steadied herself with a hand on his thigh, while with the other she pumped the root of his cock, lubricating it with her spit.

Pleasure so sharp it bordered right on the edge of pain ripped through him. He had held back with Abigail for weeks, taking pleasure only in her pleasure and using his hand to relieve himself of the tension later. But now this was all about him, and it buckled his knees.

She swirled her tongue around him in a slow circle as she pumped, and he found himself tilting his hips on every thrust. Taking a little more of her mouth. She didn’t retreat. She took him, every inch.

He forced his eyes open to look down at her and found her gazing up at him as she worked him. Their eyes met, and she smiled around his cock.

He nearly came undone right then and there. She was reveling in this. In unmanning him, in putting him on the edge, in giving him pleasure. Reveling in their connection just as he did when he made her quake.

She took him deeper again, right to the edge of what he had to believe was her limit, and let out the tiniest groan. It vibrated through his cock, and he grunted her name, pushing his fingers into her hair. Her strokes became faster, her tongue more active against him, and the pleasure notched up accordingly. He was racing at lightning speed toward release, his heated blood pounding in his ears as his legs began to shake.

“Abigail,” he grunted. “Abigail, I’m going to spend. You can…please just…”

She held his gaze. He knew she understood him, but she kept him in her mouth, driving him, pushing him, stealing his control with every suck and thrust and swirl. He could take it no longer, and with a guttural cry, he came.

She took it. All of it, sucking him until he had nothing left to give and it was only then that she released him from her mouth with a pop and looked up at him with a smile. Her mouth was pink, her lips slick with his essence, and she looked entirely proud of herself. Not that she shouldn’t.

“Well,” he said when he could find the wherewithal to speak. “That was remarkable.”

She laughed as she pushed back to her feet. “Yes,” she agreed. “Very much so.”

She leaned in and kissed him. He tasted the faint hint of himself on her lips and caught her arms to kiss her harder. They were both panting when they parted, his desire mirrored perfectly in her dark eyes.

But she didn’t ask for anything. She didn’t demand pleasure returned. She simply backed away and smoothed her skirts and hair. “You must be very proud. You finally won one of our wagers.”

He was trying to get his mind to work as he tucked his cock back into his trousers and refastened himself. “Yes, you said I was right just before you…you…”

“Made your eyes cross with pleasure?” she said sweetly. Too sweetly.

He chuckled. “Yes. That. Does that mean there was a blind item about us in a gossip rag as we expected there would be?”

“In the Scandal Sheet this morning,” she said. “You might want to ask your butler