Page 125 of Consort's Glory
He huffed. “Yes. She was as understanding as always — which is to say she just nodded and said, I know.”
Margot stroked the soft wisps of hair that tickled his ears. “Well, in her defense, she does know.”
“Doesn’t make it easier.”
“No,” she agreed. “It doesn’t.”
Margot took a long look at her husband’s face. This man who changed the world for her had lines of stress around his mouth. His dark eyes were bruised. Even his proud, gorgeous shoulders were rounded with the weight of the day.
Unacceptable.
Lifting her hands to his cape, the same one he wore to their wedding, she made quick work of unfastening the thistle clasps. Theodore opened his eyes, bemused, and watched as she tossed the thing onto his desk chair and then went to work on his reinforced collar, followed quickly by the complicated fastenings of his suit jacket.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going to have sex on your desk.” Margot pushed his jacket over his shoulders. As soon as it slid away, she turned to the many buttons of his formal shirt.
Theodore jolted with surprise, his bare hands curling around the edge of the desk. “What? Now?”
“Yes, now.” She tugged his shirt out of his slacks before finishing with the buttons. That job done, she left him to take it all the way off while she turned her attention to his belt.
“But— ah!” Most of her attention went to his belt, while the rest of it went to leaning forward to run her tongue over one flat nipple and scraping it with her blunt fangs.
Peering up at him through her lashes, Margot stopped fiddling with his belt buckle long enough to stroke the tense muscles of his abdomen and the line of crisp black hair there. “Do you want to?”
Theodore grasped her thighs and pushed them further apart. A seam of her tight violet cocktail dress ripped, but she couldn’t care less when one of his hands found the gusset of her satin panties. “Fuck,” he breathed, finding her soft and ready for him. “Of course I do. But I don’t… What brought this on? You’re already wet.”
That she was. No use denying it. Margot hadn’t had a moment’s reprieve from the constant, grinding hunger for him since their quick, desperate joining in the shower that morning. Every twinge of her sore muscles and fresh lovebites was a reminder of what she could have. Every glance in his direction as he calmly took on the world for her was a tease. Every hint of his cedar and cinnamon scent was a temptation.
It was a miracle she’d managed to keep her cool the entire, hideous day.
Margot pulled his belt free and dropped it to the floor. Working on the button of his fly with both hands, she answered, “Remember when I said I was a little sore this morning?”
“Yes,” Theodore gritted out. He breathed deeply and dipped his head to watch her progress as she pulled down his zipper and tugged his slacks down to reveal his briefs.
“Well, imagine me going through this whole, high-stress day without being able to really touch you, but having that little ache remind me of what I could have every single time I took a step.” She hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of his briefs to gently tug them down as well. He sprung free, hard and ready for her.
Theodore groaned. Almost absentmindedly, he ran a knuckle back and forth along the gusset of her panties, making her squirm. “That’s…” He swallowed. “Quite the image.” Cracking his eyes open to give her a heated look, he added, “Although, not so different from me watching you walk around in this tight little skirt all day. I thought I was going to go insane.”
Margot flattened her palms on his stomach and leaned forward to tease, “Then take it off of me.”
For a moment, he stared down at her, his chest and shoulders moving with deep, ragged breaths. Finally, when she was about to lose patience with the unmoving hand up her skirt, he grinned. “Good idea.”
Being so close to her meant he didn’t have claws with which to menace her clothing, but he did have enough strength to make up for it. Without a hint of remorse, Theodore grasped her skirt and tore it clean in half. He didn’t bother doing the same to the bodice. That, he merely tore down the button-up center and pushed aside until the cups of her bra came into view. Pushing those down with one hand, he snapped the elastic of her panties and threw them aside.
Margot laughed as he palmed her breasts, her heart thumping in her ears. “What am I going to wear to walk out of here?”
“My shirt will work.”
“What if someone sees me?”
Theodore’s eyes gleamed wickedly as he knelt on the floor, putting his head squarely between her spread thighs. “Then they’ll know I’ve done a good job pleasing my consort, won’t they?”
She screwed up her face. “No, that’s not something I want people to— Oh!”
Damn, but Theodore had gotten good at this. Margot’s thighs shook as he ran his tongue over her hot skin, seeking out all the places that would make her arch her back and gasp. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he used one hand to hold her in place and the other to thrust his fingers inside of her, stretching muscles that were so wonderfully sore.
It didn’t take long for her to orgasm. Theodore was too good with his tongue, too determined to see her release hard and fast. He didn’t let up until she was gently pushing his head aside.
