THE STRICT BRITISH BARRISTER: ACT ONE Read Online Free PDF Page A

suck him, to slide her mouth up and down his shaft and feel him swell with lustful pleasure.
    “Beg me,” he said.
    “Please Sir,” she pleaded, “please let me suck you. I’m not just saying that because you told me to,” she added fervently. “I really mean it.”
    “All right, you naughty girl,” he purred, stroking her face lightly with his fingertips. “You may pleasure me.”
    Lowering her head she gently enveloped him. He was large, just as she had imagined he would be, and his girth filled her mouth. She began to slither up and down with gusto, wanting to excite him as much as he was exciting her, and when his hand wrapped itself in her hair she relinquished her movements to his guidance.
    He was groaning softly, and his grip tightened, holding her still as he pumped her mouth as he wished. She could feel him swell, and tiny drops of pre-come were touching her tongue; she was sure he was about to burst down her throat, but abruptly he stopped, pulling himself from her wet, hot mouth.
    “Open your eyes and stand up slowly,” he ordered, his voice quietly demanding, “and take your panties all the way off.”
    She blinked, then unsteadily rose to her feet; he was doing it to her again, overwhelming her, controlling her. Pulling her panties from around her knees she kicked them off, feeling an awkward embarrassment as she stood naked before him. She wanted to shift her weight, scratch her arm, or lower her hand to cover her full, fuzzy bush, but she was paralyzed, afraid to move under his scrutinizing gaze.
    After an interminable amount of time he rose from the couch, and with a swift graceful movement he swept her up, carried her to the bed and gently lowered her down. Leaning over he feathered his fingers lightly across her breasts and down her torso, and closing her eyes she surrendered to his tantalizing touch. It was heavenly, so incredibly heavenly, she was drifting under the soft, hypnotizing caress…
    a sharp sound jolted her…
    - her eyes flew open and she gasped, blinking…
    - she was sitting in the chair, the door cracked open…
    - she had fallen asleep while waiting.
    Dropping her head in her hands she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Her realized fantasy hadn’t been real at all. It had been nothing but a lucid dream.

CHAPTER FOUR
    B rittany’s decision to take the cruise had been based on the fanciful thought that she would meet a handsome stranger, and have a wild, no strings, shipboard romance. Sitting in the chair, shocked at what she’d just imagined, she sighed heavily and shook her head.
    Wow. I’ve had fantasies before, but nothing like that. I’ve never been crazy about performing oral sex, that was totally weird.
    Standing up she stumbled her way to the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water, then staring up at her reflection she smiled.
    One step at a time. Maybe something will happen, maybe it won’t, but you definitely need to get out of this cabin for a while.
    Patting her face dry she took several deep breaths and calmed her racing heart, then returning to her bedroom she chose a pair of white jeans, an aqua T-shirt, and some high-heeled sandals.
    Leaving her stateroom she walked slowly down the hallway, noticing the housekeeping trolly still parked outside Duncan’s cabin, and as she passed she glanced inside. The room was empty, and on an impulse, the dream fresh in her mind, Brittany sidled closer, risking a closer peek.
    Look, the armoire, it’s there. You can go in. You can make that dream real.
    No, absolutely not. I’m leaving, right now!
    Hurrying down the hallway she stepped into the elevator, hitting the button that would take her to the deck that offered the lounge with the twenty-four hour buffet.
    Entering the elegant eatery she walked to the food-laden table, studying the variety of available delicacies. There was a chef waiting for on the spot orders, a variety of salads, some wasabi chicken, and a selection of sushi. Deciding on a spicy