The Emperor

"Uh, okay."

Gideon led her across the room to a remote control. He picked it up and took her over to the stool. As he pushed a button, one end of the stool raised up. She watched, spellbound, as he pushed another button and a headrest emerged from the other end.

"I'm still confused."

"You lay on your back with your bottom raised in the air. It provides better penetration."

Her face heated. “Oh."

"Take off your gown, baby."

It seemed taboo to make love in such a way in broad daylight. “Gideon, I don't know about this."

He bent and licked a spot behind her ear then whispered, “You'll forget about this shyness the instant my cock is inside you. All you'll feel is me, filling you."

When he put it like that, she was loath to refuse. Still there was one thing she wanted first. “Take off your clothes; then I'll do whatever you want."

"Be careful saying such things to a man like me,” he warned. “I'm likely to take more than you're willing to give."

He started unbuttoning his jeans. Lori couldn't breathe. She'd just pulled the proverbial tiger by the tail.

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Chapter Nine

Lori was riveted to Gideon as he slid his jeans down his muscled thighs and calves. She watched him bend and pull them off then shove them aside. Now he was naked. He hadn't bothered with underwear, and his cock jutted out, hard and pulsing. She licked her lips.

"Your turn."

Those two little words had the power to make her quiver. Lori slipped her fingers beneath the hem of the purple gown and raised it inch by inch up her legs, slowly revealing her body to him. The heat in his gaze made her more brazen than normal. When she had the nightgown just below her breasts, she let go with one hand and cupped her mound. Like him, she hadn't bothered wearing panties. Deliberately tempting him, Lori massaged her fingers over her clit. She was so wet and ready, it was hard to stay standing.

His hands came up to cup her breasts. He squeezed and flicked his thumbs over her nipples, and Lori pushed into his palms, ready to plead for more.

"Christ, just look at you."

Her entire body revved to life at his deep voice and soft touches. “Do you like watching me, Gideon?"

"I could watch you touch yourself for hours and not get bored. Hell, I could come watching you finger fuck yourself."

His candor shocked her. “I-I wouldn't want that."

"What do you want? Tell me."

On impulse she blurted, “I want to use the stool. I want you deep inside me."

Gideon dropped his hands and ordered, “Then take off the gown, sweetheart."

She yanked the gown over her head and tossed it on the floor. His eyes feasted on her, leaving a burning path everywhere his gaze touched.

When he bent and picked up his jeans then pulled out a condom, she froze. “You had a condom in your pocket?"

"I told you last night I wanted to take you in the shower and I did. I also said I wanted to see you on my stool. Now I will."

She narrowed her eyes. “You were awfully confident."

He grinned shamelessly. “Yep."

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You aren't even aware how arrogant you sound, are you?"