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groan as she closed her lips around his cock, taking him, opening
her throat to take that last inch possible.
One of his hands gripped his cock, to assure he didn’t give her more than she could
take, the other twisted in her hair. The sharp bite of pain had her mouth tightening
around his cock, her throat working on the head as he cried out in pleasure. He wasn’t
willing to prolong his own pleasure this morning though. His thrust in and out of her
mouth with deep, hard strokes, holding her still as he groaned repeatedly at the
pleasure she was bringing him. Then, she felt his cock jerk, throb, and the pulse of his
sperm filling her mouth as he cried out his release.
Cole was breathing hard when he pulled back from her, his cock was still engorged,
still ready for her, but he did nothing more.
“Go bathe, Tess, before I do something neither of us is ready for. Come down to
breakfast when you’re finished.”
Tess stood up, watching him fight for control.
“Is Father home?” she asked
“Not yet.” He shook his head. “He’ll be back the night before the party. You’re
mine until then, Tess. Can you handle it?”
Her eyes narrowed at his tone of voice, the suggestion that she couldn’t.
“I can handle you any day of the week.” Damn her mouth, she groaned as the
words poured from her lips.
His lips quirked. They both knew better.
“We’ll see.” He nodded. “Go bathe. I’ll lay out what I want you to wear this
morning. The servants have been given the rest of the week off as well, so there’s just
you and me for a while.”
Tess bit her lip. She wasn’t certain if that was a good thing or not.
“Go.” He indicated the bathroom door. “Come downstairs when you’re ready.”
* * * * *
An hour later Tess walked down the spiraling stairs, barefoot and wearing more
clothes than she thought he would lay out for her but decidedly less than she wanted to
wear. The long, silk negligee made her feel sexy, feminine. It covered her breasts but
was cut low enough that if he wanted them out, he would have no problems. There
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were no panties included, but the black silk shielded that fact. She would have been
uncomfortable in something he could have seen right through.
His note had stated that he would await her in the kitchen, and there he was.
Dressed in sweat pants and nothing else, his thick black hair still damp, looking sexier
than any man had a right to look. And he was smiling at her. Even his eyes were filled
with a lazy, comfortable expression as he set two plates of eggs, bacon and toast beside
full coffee cups.
“Breakfast is ready, you’re right on time.” He pulled her chair out, indicating that
she should sit.
Tess took her seat gingerly, the soreness of her muscles was much better, but her
thighs and rear were still tender.
“Sore?” He brushed a kiss over her bare shoulder, causing her to jerk in startled
reaction.
She turned her head, looking up at him as he straightened and moved to his own
chair.
“A little.” She cleared her throat.
“It will get easier,” he promised. “Now eat. We’ll talk later, after you’ve been fed.”
Breakfast, despite her initial misgivings, was filled with laughter. Cole was
comfortable and his easy humor began to show. His dry wit kept her chuckling and the
wicked sparkle in his eyes kept her body sizzling, kept her anticipating later, praying he
would fuck her. The longer he waited, the hotter she got. She didn’t know if she would
survive it much longer.
Finally, after the dishes were finished, he drew her through the house into the
comfortable living room. A fire crackled in the corner of the room where a large, thick
pillow mattress had been laid.
“Sit down, we need to talk.” He drew her down on the mattress, then onto her back
as he lay beside her.
“Look, I don’t much feel like talking,” she finally said in frustration. “Let’s just cut
to the chase here,
her throat to take that last inch possible.
One of his hands gripped his cock, to assure he didn’t give her more than she could
take, the other twisted in her hair. The sharp bite of pain had her mouth tightening
around his cock, her throat working on the head as he cried out in pleasure. He wasn’t
willing to prolong his own pleasure this morning though. His thrust in and out of her
mouth with deep, hard strokes, holding her still as he groaned repeatedly at the
pleasure she was bringing him. Then, she felt his cock jerk, throb, and the pulse of his
sperm filling her mouth as he cried out his release.
Cole was breathing hard when he pulled back from her, his cock was still engorged,
still ready for her, but he did nothing more.
“Go bathe, Tess, before I do something neither of us is ready for. Come down to
breakfast when you’re finished.”
Tess stood up, watching him fight for control.
“Is Father home?” she asked
“Not yet.” He shook his head. “He’ll be back the night before the party. You’re
mine until then, Tess. Can you handle it?”
Her eyes narrowed at his tone of voice, the suggestion that she couldn’t.
“I can handle you any day of the week.” Damn her mouth, she groaned as the
words poured from her lips.
His lips quirked. They both knew better.
“We’ll see.” He nodded. “Go bathe. I’ll lay out what I want you to wear this
morning. The servants have been given the rest of the week off as well, so there’s just
you and me for a while.”
Tess bit her lip. She wasn’t certain if that was a good thing or not.
“Go.” He indicated the bathroom door. “Come downstairs when you’re ready.”
* * * * *
An hour later Tess walked down the spiraling stairs, barefoot and wearing more
clothes than she thought he would lay out for her but decidedly less than she wanted to
wear. The long, silk negligee made her feel sexy, feminine. It covered her breasts but
was cut low enough that if he wanted them out, he would have no problems. There
Lora Leigh
Surrender
42
were no panties included, but the black silk shielded that fact. She would have been
uncomfortable in something he could have seen right through.
His note had stated that he would await her in the kitchen, and there he was.
Dressed in sweat pants and nothing else, his thick black hair still damp, looking sexier
than any man had a right to look. And he was smiling at her. Even his eyes were filled
with a lazy, comfortable expression as he set two plates of eggs, bacon and toast beside
full coffee cups.
“Breakfast is ready, you’re right on time.” He pulled her chair out, indicating that
she should sit.
Tess took her seat gingerly, the soreness of her muscles was much better, but her
thighs and rear were still tender.
“Sore?” He brushed a kiss over her bare shoulder, causing her to jerk in startled
reaction.
She turned her head, looking up at him as he straightened and moved to his own
chair.
“A little.” She cleared her throat.
“It will get easier,” he promised. “Now eat. We’ll talk later, after you’ve been fed.”
Breakfast, despite her initial misgivings, was filled with laughter. Cole was
comfortable and his easy humor began to show. His dry wit kept her chuckling and the
wicked sparkle in his eyes kept her body sizzling, kept her anticipating later, praying he
would fuck her. The longer he waited, the hotter she got. She didn’t know if she would
survive it much longer.
Finally, after the dishes were finished, he drew her through the house into the
comfortable living room. A fire crackled in the corner of the room where a large, thick
pillow mattress had been laid.
“Sit down, we need to talk.” He drew her down on the mattress, then onto her back
as he lay beside her.
“Look, I don’t much feel like talking,” she finally said in frustration. “Let’s just cut
to the chase here,
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