Beautiful Distraction by Jess Michaels

found himself answering, “I don’t think about what anyone else wants or feels or thinks when I look at you. I only think of myself. I am utterly selfish, and I like that.”
    A small smile tilted her lips slightly and she reached up to cup the back of his neck and draw him to her. Before she kissed him, she whispered, “I like it too.”
    Their lips met and almost immediately the kiss stoked a fire deep in his loins that made his cock harden and his body scream at him about need and want and now .
    He rose to his feet, dragging her with him. “Come.”
    She laughed as she was dragged up a back stair and offered no resistance when he tugged her into her room. Olivia’s maid was hunched over a portmanteau and straightened up with a start as they stumbled into her presence.
    Mal tensed, ready for Olivia to show that same shame she had earlier. Instead, she smiled at the girl and nodded for the door.
    “Belle,” she said quietly.
    The girl needed no other direction and immediately left the room with only a knowing smile as she closed the door behind her. Olivia faced him with a clear expression of desire, but not a hint of embarrassment. Her confidence made his cock swell all the more.
    “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
    She arched a brow, but immediately began unfastening her dress.
    “You too,” she said, her voice full of laughter despite the demand.
    It quickly turned into a race to nudity. Olivia kept her gaze locked on him as they both tugged free buttons and loosened ties. He could hardly breathe as she shoved from her gown, her chemise, her slippers, her stockings, and finally stood in front of him utterly naked. Of course, by this time he was the same and she worried her lip with her teeth as she looked at him.
    “I don’t know how you don’t have women lining up to bed you by the dozen,” she growled as she reached out to press a hand to his chest.
    He hissed out pleasure at the heat of her touch and barely kept himself from flipping her onto the bed and fucking her without any seduction beforehand.
    “Or do you?” she asked, brown eyes lifting to snare his.
    He could hardly breathe and certainly couldn’t stop his hands from covering her breasts. As he began to massage lightly, he grunted, “Have women lined up for my pleasure?” he asked. She nodded with a throaty moan. “No. Not recently, at any rate.”
    “What has made recently so different?” she gasped, her head lolling back as he pinched her nipples. Her legs were beginning to shake. He wanted to make them go out from under her.
    “Busy,” he grunted and covered her mouth with his so they would both stop talking, stop analyzing. He just wanted to feel her. Beneath him, around him.
    She didn’t resist; in fact, she only broke the kiss to start a hot, wet path with her mouth down his body. Her knees hit the carpet and she looked up the length of his body, stroking her hand down his chest before she cupped his cock and slowly took him into her mouth.
    He had been fantasizing about making her knees buckle, but now it was his legs that threatened to go out from under him as she sucked him deep into her throat. And it wasn’t just the fact that she knew exactly how to suck or that she swirled her tongue around his girth until he thought he might lose consciousness, but it was that she watched him. With every stroke of her mouth and tongue, her dark eyes held his, daring him to lose control, daring him to come at her bidding.
    He plunged his hands into her hair as he let pleasure be his guide. Hairpins scattered on the floor around her, but she didn’t stop the magic she was performing with her mouth. He felt his balls tightening, the rush of his seed imminent, and that was the moment he forced himself to pull free of her tempting, torturous lips.
    She yelped in protest. A sound that turned to a moan as he spun her around to lean facedown on the bed, lifted her hips and speared her wet sex in one long thrust. She gripped the coverlet