Legendary Lover

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Author: Susan Johnson
Tags: Romance, Historical, Historical Romance
mind. It took a moment more to compel his body to understanding, then another second for him to bring some order to his thoughts. Marginally rational, he found enough breath to whisper, "I won't come in you."
    "That's not good enough." Her gaze was challenging.
    His body still at ramming speed, he drew much needed air into his lungs. "I'm absolutely dependable." He was going to die, he thought, or explode, or do something unforgivable.
    "I'm sorry, that's not good enough either."
    His brows came together in a scowl and looking daggers at her, he swore and rolled away. Sprawled against the sofa arm, his chest rising and falling in agitation, he hotly said, "Is this some fucking game?"
    "Haven't you ever heard of a condom?" she snapped, as frustrated as he with the interrupted pleasure. "A man like you who fucks everything in sight?"
    "A hot little cunt like you—I'm surprised you didn't bring your own."
    "Go to hell." At twenty-five, she'd seen enough of the world to take on anyone as an equal. Not to mention being a member of a family who faced challenges undaunted. She scrambled up into a seated position and reached for her chemise. "I should have known a man like you only thinks of his own pleasure. Selfish bastard."
    "Not as selfish as you. We could have both climaxed without any problem. I mastered the art of withdrawal a decade ago."
    She snorted. "I doubt it." Pulling the chemise over her head, she thrust her arms into the arrrtholes and let the embroidered silk fall into place. "How many children have you left in your wake?"
    "None. If you'd done your homework better, you'd know that."
    "I was pursuing you? Is that what you think?" Incredulous, she swept up his shoe and threw it at him.
    He deftly caught it, replaced it on the carpet. "You certainly weren't running away, Miss Duras ," he rudely said. "How long was it between the supper room and this sofa? Ten minutes?"
    " Ohhhh !" she bristled, clenching her fists. "I could hit you if it would do any good, you smug bastard. If you must know, it's been a year since I've made love. So, acquit me of being lured by your irresistible charms. I was in heat, that's all."
    "Then I have a suggestion." His voice altered, his eyes turned seductive, his fury was abruptly curtailed.
    "I'm not interested in your suggestions," she tartly replied, grabbing one of her petticoats from the back of a chair.
    "If you haven't climaxed in a year and if you'd like to, I could help you out—short of intercourse."
    His voice was like the most bewitching sorcery, his words an overt promise of pleasure. The thought of assuaging the tremulous pulsing that still heated her body shamelessly tempted her. She swung the lacy petticoat in a lazy arc and looked at him straight on. "And what will you get out of this charity?"
    "Nothing if you don't wish, but—"
    "There's always a but ," she mocked.
    "I could find a condom among the men at Peggy's ball." He glanced down at his conspicuous erection. "And we could both enjoy this . . ."
    Her body instantly responded. If the thought of being brought to orgasm manually was tempting, his second choice was wildly provocative. It had been so long, she thought, or she wouldn't even consider his brazen invitation, however seductive his tone, however tantalizing his enormous penis. She should say no, though, she reflected. He was too self-assured . . . and too damned
    beautiful , and much too familiar with women always saying yes. She should refuse him out of hand. "Under one condition," she said instead.
    He smiled. "Look at me. I'll agree to anything."
    She couldn't help but smile at his candor. "So we'll each be charitable."
    "Something like that, although this is the first time I've ever bargained for a fuck."
    "How interesting," she sardonically replied. "When this is my thousandth time."
    "You are a little bitch."
    "Not little," she sweetly said.
    His gaze traveled slowly down her tall form and then back again, coming to rest on her splendidly large breasts.
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