Simply Wicked by Kate Pearce Page A

her chair, her elbow propped on the edge of the box, hand under her chin. Her smile was full of welcome and made him feel even worse.
    “Are you all right, my lord?” Her gaze fell to his legs. “Did you fall? Your pantaloons are dirty.”
    He managed a nod as he handed her into her cloak. “In my eagerness to get back to you, I slipped on the steps.”
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    chuckled. “I hardly think you’re the kind of man who would leave a lady stranded.”
    God, he couldn’t even smile at that. He’d been so close to following Lord Minshom farther into the shadows behind the theater and giving him what he’d wanted.
    Marguerite’s amusement faded, and she touched his arm.
    “Are you sure you’re all right?”
    “I’m sure.” He kept his cloak draped over his arm, hoping it concealed the bulge of his still-hard cock, and offered her his hand. “Shall we go? The carriage should be there by now.”
    He opened the door and led her into the anteroom just as the large party from the box beside them decided to exit too.
    Overwhelmed by their numbers, he was pushed back against Marguerite, his large body pressing her into the wall. He almost came as his shaft jerked against her stomach and pulled away as quickly as he could. He didn’t dare apologize in case she hadn’t noticed, and he hardly wanted to draw attention to his cock.
    She was quiet on the way down the stairs, even quieter as he settled her in the carriage. He glanced at her closed expression.
    Damnation, had he offended her? And how on earth was he going to explain such a lapse of good manners?
    The carriage moved off, and he braced himself against the side, keeping his cloak draped over the lower half of his body, although it might well be too late for such modesty.
    Marguerite met his gaze, her blue eyes clear. “It’s all right. I have been married, you know.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    She flicked a gaze down at his groin. “I understand how men can become inconveniently aroused.”
    “You do?”
    “And as I caused this, when we kissed, perhaps I should be the one to do something about it.”
    Anthony sat forward just as she sank to her knees in front of him. “Marguerite, you didn’t . . . God, what are you doing?”
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    Her hands worked at the straining buttons of his pantaloons until his cock was revealed in all its thick, heated glory. She looked up at him, the slight color on her cheeks the only sign of any lack of composure.
    “I’m going to suck your cock.”
    “What?”
    “Surely you’ve had that done to you before?”
    “Yes, but . . .” not by a woman.
    “My husband showed me how to do it. He assured me that most men like it. Is that not true?”
    “Yes, but . . .” Her hand slid lower and cupped his balls and the base of his shaft. His cock jerked as if seeking her mouth.
    “God . . .”
    She leaned closer, her breath warm on his flesh, and her tongue flicked out to catch a drop of pre-cum. He groaned and angled his hips toward her. She licked him again, the whole juicy wet purple crown this time, and he sighed.
    “You do like it, then.”
    He opened his eyes to stare down at her. “Yes.”
    “No ‘but’ this time?”
    “No.”
    “Then I’ll keep going.”
    She opened her mouth and allowed the first four or five inches of his cock inside her. The sensitive head caught at the back of her throat, and he tried to pull back, but her grip was too strong. He groaned again as she took him even deeper, sucking him while her fingers stroked and shaped his balls.
    “Harder.”
    He couldn’t stop the harsh command, needed more, needed something to stop him from worrying about how fast he was going to come down her throat. He brought his hand down to cradle the back of her head, to hold her exactly where he wanted her, not that she seemed to want to stop or leave him unsatisfied.
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    Pressure built in his balls and at the