Simply Wicked by Kate Pearce Page B

base of his spine. His hips rolled with each tug on his flesh, pushing his shaft deeper, fucking her mouth with an eagerness he couldn’t believe.
    He managed to mutter, “If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, I’ll pull out.” But she didn’t ease up, just kept her lips tightly around him and sucked hard. He began to groan with every stroke, tried to shove himself deeper with every grind of his hips until he finally exploded, leaving him breathless and frozen on the edge of the seat, his shaft still buried in her throat.
    Anthony carefully pulled out and tucked his now limp cock back into his underclothes, buttoning his placket. While he adjusted his clothing, Marguerite wiped her mouth and resumed her seat opposite him.
    “Marguerite . . .”
    “ Oui ?”
    “That was . . . very nice.”
    “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
    To his annoyance the carriage stopped and his driver knocked on the door.
    “My lord, we’re at my lady’s house.”
    Marguerite stood and smoothed down her skirts. “Don’t worry about getting out. Dawson can escort me to the door.
    Thank you for a lovely evening. Good night.”
    She descended from the carriage so fast that Anthony had barely registered her request before the door was shut in his face.
    He stared down at his groin. A woman had just sucked him off and he’d enjoyed every damned agonizing second of it.
    Marguerite ran up the front steps and then the stairs to her bedroom as if pursued by the furies. She allowed her maid to loosen her gown and corset and then dismissed her. Finally alone, she sat at her dressing table, pulled out the pins from her hair and stared at her wild reflection. Touching Anthony had aroused her, had made her want a man inside her again. Shocked 54 / Kate Pearce
    by the eagerness in her eyes, she covered her face with her hands and took several long breaths.
    Despite his initial surprise, Anthony had liked her sucking him. And she had enjoyed it too, had almost wished that he’d picked her up and shoved his cock deep inside her until she shuddered and shook along with him. Heat pooled low in her belly, and she was aware that her breasts ached.
    She slipped her arms out of her dress and studied her breasts, sliding her fingers inside her corset to squeeze and pinch her already hard nipples. Would Anthony be gentle with her? His kiss had been more self-assured this evening, and his demands for her to suck him harder indicated that he wasn’t averse to a little rough play.
    With a silent curse, Marguerite stood up and let her dress and loosened corset fall to the floor. How was she ever going to sleep, her body waking from its long slumber of sexual depriva-tion, her blood warm and flowing wantonly? And how was she ever going to survive in a society that expected her to deny her needs and wait on a man’s lust or interest?
    She took off her shift and crawled into bed naked, enjoyed the coolness of the satin cover and the rougher caress of the linen sheets. Under the covers, she allowed one hand to fondle her breasts while the other slid down over her stomach to touch her already wet and ready sex.
    Would Anthony like her body? Would he enjoy placing his mouth over her sex, licking at her swollen clit and sliding his fingers and tongue inside her? She moaned as she worked her clit with her thumb until she was gasping and sobbing and . . .
    God, wanting so badly her climax made her cry.
    Would Anthony enjoy that too? Marguerite rolled over onto her stomach and opened her eyes. She was probably far too inexperienced to interest him anyway. Just because he liked SIMPLY WICKED / 55
    her touching him didn’t mean he wanted to touch her back.
    Men were often selfish. And did she truly want to court such scandal by sleeping with him? He was hardly the conventional man she had imagined, the man she would eventually marry and live with in peaceful harmony for the rest of her life.
    She smiled into the darkness. But she wasn’t planning on finding that