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The elderly gent huffed at him before turning his attention back to Ruby. “You’ll get a cold being outside dressed like that, Miss Marley.”

At his chest, Addison felt Ruby chuckle. “Thanks for the concern, Mr. McNichols. We’re going inside now.”

Addison smiled at Mr. McNichols again. “Sir.”

Mr. McNicols grunted. “I don’t like this one, Miss Marley. He’s too—”

Addison grinned. “Ostentatious?”

Mr. McNichols scowled. “British.”

“Thank you, Mr. McNichols,” Ruby called, snaring Addison’s free and tugging on it. “We’re going inside now.”

She turned and hurried up the remaining steps, dragging Addison along. Unable to stop himself, Addison turned and gave the elderly gent watching their retreat a jaunty salute.

Mr. McNichols curled his lip, pointed a surprisingly steady finger at him and then turned away in a shuffling stride.

“Nice chap,” Addison said, pressing his body to Ruby’s back as she unlocked the door. “He seems to like—”

She didn’t let him finish, twisting against him to claim his lips in a crushing kiss as the door swung open behind her.

They tumbled inside, feet tangling, hands tearing at clothes. With the last vestiges of sanity, Addison shoved his heel against the door, slamming it shut with a bang, before frenzied desire overwhelmed him.

He ravished Ruby’s lips, her throat, her jaw, her ear. She fought with his belt and fly the whole time, her desperation to remove his clothing matched by his desperation to strip her of hers.

By the time they bumped into something unyielding—a sofa—Ruby had flung off her stilettos, released his buckle and lowered his zipper.

His cock sprung free of his jeans, jutting straight up, a thick, engorged pole impatient for her touch.

“Shit,” she murmured, pausing a moment in her wrestle with his clothes to gaze at his erection. “That’s impressive.”

“No more impressive than these,” he said, running his hands over her breasts. “Lord, they are incredible.”

She chuckled and then gasped as he hooked his fingers under the straps of her bra and pulled them down her arms.

Her breasts spilled from the lowered lace, her nipples hard and dusky pink. Addison’s mouth filled with saliva. An aching spasm claimed his rigid cock.

A moment of calm fell over them both…stretched between them. And then they were at each other. Hungry. Demanding.

She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his distended length and squeezed, pumping up and down as he kneaded her right breast with ungentle need and suckled on her left with equal ferocity.

“Oh yeah.” She panted, scraping her nails over his scalp. “Oh yeah.”

He swapped breasts, dragging his lips and tongue over her warm skin before biting the puckered tip of her nipple.

“
Yes.
” She drove her hips forward, her grip on his cock tightening.

He groaned and tore his mouth from her flesh. “Need you naked, fair lady,” he ground out.

Before she could respond, he yanked her undone jeans down her hips to the floor, revealing a skimpy black G-string made of delicate lace. He ran a shaky finger over it. “Do you like this G-string?” he asked, watching his finger’s path along the lacy triangle’s edge.

“Hate it,” Ruby answered, her voice husky.

He grinned up at her. “Good.”

Without hesitation, he snared the edge with both hands and tore it apart.

She burst out laughing and then gasped as he dropped to his knees and buried his face at the junction of her thighs, stroking his tongue over her folds. He wanted to tell her how delicious she tasted, how much he adored the trimmed strip of her pubic hair, but he didn’t have the willpower to pull his mouth from her sex.

She whimpered above him, driving her hips forward. He welcomed the move, parting her thighs more with his hands as he flicked his tongue over her clit.

“Oh boy,” she rasped, her nails scraping at his shoulders. “That’s so good.”

“Not good enough,” he growled before jolting to his feet, toeing off his boots and shucking his jeans from his legs.

She blinked, surprised confusion on her face, and then let out a squeal as he grabbed her hips, hauled her up onto the back of the sofa and perched her on its edge.

“Got to devoid you of these jeans, Ruby,” he said, a split second before she toppled backward and fell onto the cushioned seat.

Her laughter filled the room. Her legs stuck up in the air. She wriggled her toes at him.

He leant over the sofa, his heart leaping into his throat, happiness overwhelming him when he found her grinning up at him, dimple on full display. “Wheee,” she said.

With a chuckle, he grabbed her jeans—bunched around her ankles—and yanked them completely off her legs.

“That’s one way of doing it,” she said from the cushions.

“Here’s another,” he answered before launching himself over the sofa’s back.

He covered her body with his, capturing her laugh with a hungry kiss. She raked her nails over his back, his shoulders, writhing beneath him until she could wrap her legs around his hips. It was perfect. So perfect.

He worshipped her body there on the sofa for a lifetime, blissful exploration of her throat, her breasts, her belly, her pussy. His cock throbbed the whole time, impatient for attention. He ignored its demands, reveling in the uninhibited way Ruby responded to his every caress and touch. She was wild. He loved it.

Lapping at her clit, sucking at it, biting it, he lost track of everything else. Her moans filled his heads, her moans and laughter whenever he tickled his fingertips over her waist, across her belly.

“Oh God.” She gasped, bucking up into his mouth. “I don’t know if I’m going to come from your mouth…or your tickles.”

He raised his head and wriggled his eyebrows at her. “Both?”

She planted a foot on his chest and shoved him backward.

He rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, pinned there a heartbeat later by her hips. She straddled him, rolling her cream-slicked pussy up and down the length of his erection as she grabbed his wrists and held them to the rug either side of his head. “You ticklish?” she asked, brushing his chest with her nipples.

“Me?” He shook his head, thrusting his hips upward. The need to feel her pussy on his straining cock was making his head swim. “Knights of the British realm are never tick—Lord love a duck!” He writhed beneath her, ribbons of torturous pleasure unfurling through him as she danced her fingers in his armpit. “Okay, okay! I’m ticklish!”

She laughed. He caught the sound with his mouth, eager to taste her lips again, and flipped her onto her back. Her shoulder bumped the coffee table, something fell off it with a thud, but he didn’t care. Neither did Ruby. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fisted her hands in his hair and kissed him back, her tongue just as aggressive as his.

He made love to her mouth and ground his cock to her sodden sex. Kneaded her breasts, suckled on them. Worked his way down her belly until his tongue parted her folds. He laved at her wet flesh, his body thrumming. She moaned, one foot on his shoulder, the other planted on the floor. Every time he lapped at her clit, she drove her hips high. Every time she drove her hips high, he teased her clit more.

Her pleas and moans fell from her in hitching pants and whimpers. She begged him to stop, to keep going. Told him how good it felt. How incredible it was, he was.

He didn’t pause. Didn’t waver. As much as he wanted to bury himself into the tight sweetest of her pussy, he wanted to make her come first. He wanted to drown in her release as she came on his face.

He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted that. He wanted to hear Ruby come as he feasted on her pleasure.

And she did. As she begged him to fuck her, begged him to be inside her, he licked and sucked her to release. Her cries bounced off the walls. She scraped her nails at his shoulders. Outside, or maybe inside, he couldn’t tell, didn’t care, a dog barked.

Rufus.

The disconnected thought floated through his head, followed by the image of a sandy-coloured dog, followed by an even fainter thought of his cousin and a bachelor party…

He ignored it all, focused instead on Ruby’s pleasure. On intensifying it. Multiplying it.

“Oh God,” she cried out, stunned joy in her voice. “I’m…I’m coming…again. Again! Oh God, I’m coming again…”

A shudder wracked through her. Her thighs quivered either side of his head. She drove her heel into his shoulder. Fresh cream flowed from her pussy. He took it all, his cock an agonizing pole of need, his body on fire.

He licked and lapped and feasted on her release, unrelenting. It wasn’t until she writhed away, a pleasing laugh falling from her, her hands tugging at his hair, did he removed his mouth from her sex.

She lay flat on her back, lips parted, breath shallow and rapid.

“You should see me face down a hungry tiger,” he said with a grin.

She flicked him a glance down the length of her body. “I’m beginning to think I need to.”

He wriggled his eyebrows. “Told you I was Sir Oh My God You’re Incredible.”

She laughed. And then, once again, planted her foot on his chest and shoved. “On your back, Sir Stating the Bleeding Obvious. We’re not done yet.”

Before he could ask what she meant, she pushed his thighs wide, positioned herself on her knees between them and took his cock in her mouth.

Swirling stars of pleasure detonated behind Addison’s eyes. He sucked in a swift breath, a groan tearing from him. She worked his shaft, up and down, licking and nipping his flesh with her teeth, sucking one testicle into her mouth with gentle force before doing the same with the other.

Raw rapture shot through him. Sheared into his soul. Pierced it. He moaned, clawing at the rug.

And then she moved her mouth lower, closer to his back passage, and Addison’s world imploded. Every time she stroked her tongue over his perineum, every time she pressed her finger at his anus, bone-shaking shudders of lust and need possessed him. She played his body to perfection, bringing him to the brink of orgasm often, only to withdraw her mouth from his groin and tease his lips with her breasts, her nipples.

She was a master, a mistress, a goddess. He surrendered to it. Died in the pleasure she wrought upon him. When he didn’t think he could take any more, when he knew he was about to erupt, his cock deep in her throat, her tongue massaging his balls, she withdrew up his length. Sucked the very tip and then straightened to her feet.

“Lord love a sodding duck, babe,” he rasped. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He reached for her, his fingers skimming her ankle as she stepped over him.

“I think it’s time we ventured to the bedroom, sir knight,” she said over her shoulder as she walked away from him.

Addison almost came at the sight of her gorgeous arse and hips swaying.

Almost.

He saved himself the embarrassment by scrambling to his feet and chasing after her.

She let out a squeal and ran. He caught her at the door to her bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist, threw her over his shoulder and tossed her to the bed. He joined her there, covering her body with his, threading his fingers through hers.

“What now, fair lady?” he murmured, rolling his hips until the tip of his cock nudged at her spread folds.

She stared up at him. “Casey. My name is Casey.

His heart thumped fast in his chest at her real name. “What now, Casey?” he asked, desperate to play it cool. Suavely relaxed. It was sodding tricky, given how completely intoxicated he was with her.

She smiled. “You fuck me,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No.”

Confusion filled her beautiful eyes. “No?”

He shook his head again. “I make love to you.”

She drew in a slow breath.

“With or without a condom?” he asked. He was clean. And every fibre in his body told him Casey was as well. And he wanted more than life to feel her slick muscles slide over his length. His sodding heart ached with the want.

She gazed up at him. Licked her lips. “Will I regret it if I say without?”

Euphoric joy rushed through him. “Never.”

“Without,” she whispered.

He thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in her tight perfection.

“Yes!” she called, clawing her nails across his back and shoulders.

She surrounded him, tight and hot and wet. So wet and slick. Her sex gripped his length, a sucking pressure beyond sublime. He groaned, staring down into her eyes, wanting to see her soul in their blue depths as he made love to her. Wanting to connect with her, needing to connect—not just in the physical and the sexual, but in every way possible. She gazed up at him, her breath matching his, her hips rolling with his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his.

“Casey,” he ground out, the sound of her name—her real name—as arousing as the tight heat of her pussy around his cock, as exquisite as the toned lushness of her body beneath his.

There were no other words, just her name.