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“They have expressly agreed to it.”

She considered this, her brow furrowing slightly before she looked through the opening once more. “How remarkable that two people might find pleasure in being admired by strangers.”

“People are remarkably varied in their appetites. What one person finds irresistible, another may consider incomprehensible.”

“And what do you find irresistible, George?” she asked without looking around.

He smiled. “You.”

Her laughter was soft and delighted, and he had the sudden, absurd thought that he could have brought her to the finest ball in London, the most magnificent theater, or a pleasure palace filled with every conceivable temptation, and still there would be nothing in any of those places he would rather look upon than her. How he wished he could see her more clearly.

His lover gasped. “Oh... he is spanking her derrière, and she seems to like it.”

George lifted a brow, amused by the shock in her voice. A soft moan slipped from Cori, and every nerve in his body seemed to awaken at once. His cock surged to life with a heavy, pulsating ache, and he drew a slow breath, suddenly regretting the confined space in which they stood.

“Oh,” she murmured, her voice filled with a curious sort of wonder. “I do want to try that.”

Intrigued, he leaned forward to discover precisely what had inspired her declaration, but Cordelia turned before he could look through the opening. She settled against the wall and tipped her face toward his, the mischief in her eyes unmistakable even in the faint light.

Her movement blocked the narrow sliver of illumination spilling from the aperture, leaving them almost entirely shrouded in darkness. “Cori...”

His words choked off when, with unerring accuracy, she reached between them and cupped his cock through his breeches, giving him a gentle squeeze.

Bloody hell.

CHAPTER 23

Hot, urgent desire stirred inside Cordelia, frightening her with its visceral intensity. She had never imagined that watching other lovers could be so arousing. Through the narrow opening in the paneling, she had watched as a woman knelt before a gentleman and took his cock into her mouth. The man had groaned, his face a picture of exquisite pleasure. Though she could barely distinguish his features in the candlelight, she wondered whether she might bring George that same measure of delight with her mouth.

“Has that ever been done to you?”

“What?”

His low rumble sounded thick with arousal, and she smiled. “Has your cock been in a woman’s mouth?”

“Fucking hell.”

“I take that as a yes. Did you enjoy it?”

“Very much.”

“Then why, during the several times we made love in Kent, did you never ask it of me? Did you not think I would enjoy it?”

“We have a lifetime to learn each other’s sexual interests, my sweet.”

“It sounds as though you have many proclivities I ought to know about.”

A low chuckle came from him. “I have dreamed about stroking my cock down your throat, sinking into your tight arse, and slapping your pussy until you release so hard that you squirt on me. I want to tie your hands and legs with silken restraints and eat your pussy until you are driven mad with desire. There are many things we will explore together, my sweet. I will not keep my desires from you.”

Her heart pounded. She had never expected that there could be so much variety in coupling, and the frankness with which George spoke of his desires left her astonished. There was something thrilling about discovering this side of him, and even more wonderful was the knowledge that he trusted her enough to share those secret wants without embarrassment.

She kissed him, and with a groan, he cupped her cheeks, his tongue claiming hers with possessive hunger. Cordelia moaned helplessly into his kiss, overcome by the wicked sensation of wanting to crawl inside his skin, to be so close to him that nothing in the world could ever come between them.

When she finally drew back, her breathing was uneven, and her heart beat so wildly that she could feel it in her throat. She shifted and lowered herself to her knees before him, reaching for the flap of his trousers.

“What are you doing?” he asked hoarsely.

A slight tremor went through his frame, and a sense of awe that she could affect him so profoundly whispered through her. George had always seemed a gentleman of such effortless confidence, so entirely certain of himself and his place in the world. Yet she had discovered that she possessed the power to unsettle him, and it was a remarkable thing to know.