The Undoing of a Libertine (Somerset Historicals 2)

The shared bath had been lovely and even more enjoyable because they washed each other, slippery soap and fragrant bath oils making the washing, or pleasuring, unlike any bath either had ever had opportunity to experience, but would surely want for repetition.

Both had worked up quite an appetite from all that chasing about and resultant love-making, so the dinner set out before them in their private sitting room, dressed in dishabille, was equally lovely. Cook might have served boiled tripe, and they probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“We should do this more often,” Jeremy remarked, dashing in a dark brown silk, his hair still damp and matching in hue because of it.

“Track around the house and shock the servants?” Georgina quipped.

“You are such a wit, my sweetheart. I love the verbal wrestling”—he paused and gave a sly grin—“almost as much as the more physical variety. But no, I was referring to having dinner in our rooms and knowing that you are naked under that blue robe you fill out so prettily.” He nodded toward her breasts, a wicked smile curving his mouth.

She laughed at herself and felt a blush take over. “I should have realized since you seem so bent on feeding me.”

For the past minutes, Jeremy had insisted on cutting up her meat and placing bites in her mouth.

“Oh, no.” She shook her head at the offered morsel of lamb. “I am positively stuffed. I can’t take any more!”

“Just this one last bite?” His eyes grew hooded. “Please?”

“Why?”

He swallowed deep, his throat flexing just above the cut of his robe. God, he was delicious to look at. “I want—I love to watch—when you open your mouth…”

The heat thrown from him was searing, and she knew exactly why he wanted to watch her mouth opening. He was thinking about something else going into her mouth.

In all honesty, she had pondered it before this. When he’d pleasured her with his tongue, she had been shocked at first, but the gratification had been so exquisite her shock had evaporated quickly. He had mentioned before that there were other ways for them to be together, and she had to assume that if he could use his mouth on her, then she could do the same to him.

“All right, one last bite.” She humored him and parted her lips, lifting her chin a fraction. Accepting the piece, she chewed slowly, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. When it was down, she licked her lips and told him, “I know why—the reason you want to watch me.”

The breath left him in a hiss. “Why?”

She didn’t waver. She’d started them down this path, and she was going to finish it. “You’re thinking about if it was your cock in my mouth instead of that piece of meat.”

A whimper escaped him, and his face flooded in a deep red blush.

“I have shocked you. You blush.”

His eyes darkened but stayed on her.

“But I am right, aren’t I? That’s what you were thinking, wasn’t it, Jeremy?”

He gave a single nod and said “yes,” but no sound came out of him, as if he had truly lost his voice.

She knew he’d tell her the truth, for he did not lie. Feeling suddenly bold, she drew on that knowledge, imagining how he would feel under her tongue. “If you want me to, I will.”

His eyes bulged in response.

“Do you want my mouth on your cock?” He kept staring. “Jeremy?”

He looked about as tight as a bowstring and his voice had a bit of a waver, but his answer came to her emphatically clear. “Dear God, yessss.”

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Jeremy was in shock—a good kind of shock. His fantasy was about to come true. His body strained as she stood up from her seat and moved over to him, her mouth set with determination. She was really going to do it. And it even looked like she wanted to. He didn’t know how or why he could be so blessed, but this was one offering he wasn’t going to decline.

He turned his chair out from the table, taking in her unusual boldness and finding her more alluring than ever.

Gina stopped before him, in all her loveliness, and stared down. “You’ll have to tell me what you like.”

Her voice was beautiful, just like her. He loved the way she pronounced certain naughty words with perfect elocution. “Do you want my mouth on your cock?”