Page 44 of The Notorious Lady

His cock was already hard and ready. As the footsteps grew closer and closer to their room, Grace took his cock in her hands.

“Lord help me,” Ford muttered, grimacing as his length hardened even more. Grace raised a brow and he just shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, what did you expect?

Grace squeezed him between her fingers, then let herself explore him, stroking his hot, steely length. She liked the feel of him.

Grace looked up to see him watching her with hooded eyes. She leaned down, not taking her eyes off him, and licked the tip. Ford tensed, his cock jumping in reaction. His eyes fell closed with a groan, but he quickly reopened them again.

Grace smiled and he nodded, giving her the silent permission to explore. To do more. To act on her animal instincts.

Grace had not performed this act in ages.

Being a proprietress of a brothel, most people thought she was a deviant and a harlot. She wasn’t.

In truth, she hadn’t been with a man in quite a long time. And this particular act she was on the verge of engaging in with Ford—normally, she loathed it. For some odd reason, at the moment, she was excited about the prospect.

She knew she needed to be enthusiastic about what she was doing. Anyone observing from outside needed to believe in their passionate encounter. She also knew it was just an act. But the truth was… She was curious about what he tasted like. She’d wanted to put her lips to his flesh ever since she saw him naked in his bathtub. Perhaps even earlier than that, when she pressed her hand to his chest in the secret hallway of her brothel.

She never thought the first thing she would taste was his cock. She waited for the feeling of disgust to arise within her, but it never did.

Whether it was because she actually liked the man she was touching and licking or perhaps because she found his body arousing. She didn’t know all the reasons why, but she wanted him. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to bring him pleasure. The simple thought made her dampen between her legs, her body ready for the sweetest invasion.

“Triss,” he whispered. She heard a plea in his whisper. A benediction.

He was watching her with need shining in his eyes. There wasn’t a demand, nor was there even a hint of power. He wasn’t forcing her to do anything for him. On the contrary. With his eyes and the gentle tone in his voice, he was imploring her to continue. He was begging, pleading for her touch.

He was completely at her mercy.

This was an act, she had to remind herself. But for this brief moment, she felt like this was real.

With a delicate motion, she ran her tongue along the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of him before taking him fully into her mouth. His eyes closed in ecstasy, and his head fell back against the wall. Grace felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. This man—with his godlike physique, strength, and unwavering presence—was melting under her touch.

The taste of his skin, the tangy essence that exuded from within, only intensified her hunger for more. Slowly, she moved her mouth lower, taking in more of him as her hand squeezed and stroked rhythmically at the base of his shaft. His breath caught in his throat, the sound of his shackles clinking as he instinctively reached for her. She could feel his desire to touch her because she wanted it, too.

Her free hand traveled up to caress the hard planes of his stomach, tracing every contour, every line. She wanted to feel all of him—to know every inch of this man who stood vulnerable before her.

She could feel the dampness between her legs and a pulsing ache building within her. She wanted him inside of her—deep inside of her—fulfilling the craving that consumed her completely.

With a groan, Ford stiffened, the sound of his shackles straining against the flexing of his arms. His hips moved, thrusting his cock further inside her mouth.

She welcomed it. She welcomed him, greeting him with her tongue, a moan leaving her mouth.

The hardened tips of her breasts ached for his touch, throbbing with need. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands, rough and calloused, exploring every inch of her body. Her center pulsed with anticipation, yearning for the release only he could provide.

With a soft moan escaping her lips, she tightened her grip on his throbbing length, her fingers curling around his heat. Her hand moved in quick, expert strokes as her mouth enveloped the tip, sucking and teasing with every movement.

In her profession as a harlot, she had never known that this act could be this sensual, this… delicious, as her every movement was fueled by raw instinct and overwhelming desire.

This was not just a job or an act to trick Porter anymore; it was pure pleasure and fulfillment of the deepest desires within her soul.

Lost in the passionate moment, Grace didn’t even notice the noise outside their room. She didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, either. So, she flinched in reaction as the loud, booming voice sounded behind her. “Been here long?”

Chapter 13

When Ford had kissed and licked her skin just a few minutes ago in a dark corner of the corridor—telling himself he only did it to avoid being caught by Porter—it awakened a hunger within him that he’d never experienced before.

Having desired her for so long, finally having her in his grasp, caressing the warmth of her skin, letting his hand roam down her body and squeeze her thigh felt like a dream come true.

He savored every moment, storing it in the deep wells of his mind to be recalled during the cold, lonely nights. The scent and taste of her skin would forever linger on his tongue.