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both know why you brought me here. Now do it. Fuck me.”
    Gerard’s expression tightened. He didn’t like being told what to do. Of that, she was sure, but he also wanted her and thrilled at her need.
    She did need him.
    Inside her.
    Between her legs ached with feminine need. Reflexively, she clenched her thighs, knowing she was wet and ready, aching to be pounded hard and deep and fast.
    While she held on to his hardness wither her fingers, they battled with their gazes.
    Monty decided to take advantage of the fact that from ankle to waist he was stripped bare. Never breaking eye contact she dropped to her knees.
    Without hesitation she took him deep into her throat, sucking him while pushing against his bulbous head with her tongue. His fingers latched onto her hair, tangling in the upswept style.
    He tasted clean, strong, wonderfully male. A man like Gerard would never do otherwise.
    Feeling his cock thicken even more between her lips wetted her inner thighs to the point she expected moisture to trickle down her legs, to drip to the floor.
    She bobbed her mouth back and forth, faster and faster, loving it when he tensed, gripped her hair tight, and she could tell he fought coming. Fought it damned hard.
    Although wanting him stretching her vaginal walls, the thought of his cum bursting forth, of making such a refined man lose control, appealed. If she didn’t throb so intently down there she’d suck him dry.
    She pulled back, ran her tongue over his tip, and smiled at the salty taste of his pre-cum. “Still want me to slow down?”
    “Minx.”
    Laving her tongue over him, she nodded. “Absolutely.”
    With an intensity on his face that probably struck terror in his enemies, Gerard took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
    “I’ve waited a long time to have you again. I don’t intend to take you in a heated rut in the dining room while our dinner cools.”
    Heated rut worked for her.
    “Perhaps you weren’t listening, I’m not hungry.”
    His hand slipped beneath her dress, his eyes showing only the merest hint of surprise when he discovered she wore no panties in lieu of the ones he’d set out for her. Gerard wasn’t used to being disobeyed, but other than a raised brow, he didn’t comment. Taking his finger, he dipped between her swollen lips, spread the dampness up and down her clit, and pushed inside.
    Monty moaned, wanting more, wanting him inside her with a fierceness that left her head spinning. She arched into his touch, giving him easier access to that part of her.
    Instead of accepting her invitation, Gerard withdrew his finger. “Perhaps you weren’t listening.” Placing his finger in his mouth, he sucked it clean. “I’m starved.”
    Oh! Men.
    She wanted to throw him down on the floor and ride him until she came. Heated rut, indeed. Something told her he’d let her, but she’d be better off to play this game by his rules no matter how frustrated she felt.
    “Fine.” She picked up her glass off the table and downed the entire contents in one bothered sip, while he did up his pants. “Let’s eat.”
     
    Gerard Kincaid liked things to happen exactly according to plan. He’d learned long ago that curbing his own appetites and sticking to the plan reaped rewards. Venturing away from the plan often presented unforeseen pitfalls.
    He planned to wine and dine Monty before taking her to his bed. Once there he’d give her all the pleasure she desired. All, and more.
    They’d skipped out on the fineries during their brief interlude and he wanted that mistake corrected. This time, she belonged to him and he wouldn’t let her go.
    He wouldn’t have to because he was going to insure she wanted to stay.
    Thus, his refusal to take her like an unsophisticated heathen. Patience and strategy got him to the pinnacle of success. He wanted Monty with the same vigilance he’d wanted power.
    Gerard got what he wanted. Always.
    Picking at the food one of his maids served, Gerard watched Monty savor