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pussy on my tongue and her thighs wrapped around my face has my cock pressing against my fly uncomfortably. “Though really you’d only have yourself to blame. Has no one told you? Chivalry is dead, dear.”
    It fucking is when you’re dealing with women like her. That dress is clinging to every curve and her hair has that just fucked thing going on, exactly the same as the night I met her. The second she opened her mouth I had a hard-on for her accent. She sounds like the Queen of England, and yet she drinks like a fish, swears like a sailor, and dances like a stripper. It’s quite a combination.
    She slowly raises her eyes to mine, and for the second time in the last five minutes, her eyes focus on my lips. I smirk because I have her where I want her, where I need her. But she also has me by the balls because damn do I want to fuck her. She steps closer to me, and presses her hand against my chest, scratching her nails over the material of my shirt. And then she tilts her face up until her lips are so fucking close to mine.
    “Tell me, Rhett, are you still feeling chivalrous? Would you be averse to me putting my tongue on you?” Her voice drops to a breathy whisper as her lips pull into a seductive smile and all I can see is her on her knees, her tongue on my cock. “How about me riding your face?” She bites her bottom lip as she smiles.
    I growl and slowly wrap my hand around her nape, bringing her lips a whisper away from mine. There’s a beat of silence, a heartbeat, a staggered breath. Her whisky and smoke tinged breath dances across my tongue. I skim my lips across her cheek, inhaling the scent of her perfume and grazing her earlobe with my teeth. “Careful, Duchess.” I warn. “The second your tongue touches me, I  will  fuck you.” I whisper the promise against her ear.
    “So fuck me.” She dares. It’s like a red rag to a bull, and I spin, pinning her back up against the side of the building and slamming my mouth over hers. She moans, her fingernails scratching the back of my neck. Her tits are rubbing all over me and her body bows away from the wall. I yank the skirt of her dress up over her thighs, running my hand across her smooth skin. My fingers just brush the lace of her underwear when a group of voices come onto the balcony. I pull away and her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and parted as she struggles for breath, eyes wild.
    I clench my jaw, trying to rein myself in. I’m like a fucking sixteen-year old boy getting over excited about his first pair of tits. Shit.  
     

 
    He opens the door and grabs my wrist, pulling me through it.
    “Bathroom. Classy guy.” I smirk.
    “There’s nothing classy about what I’m going to do to you.” He spins me around in the small room, forcing me against the sink. Even through my dress, I can feel the cold porcelain press against my lower stomach. I watch him in the mirror above the sink as he scoops the hair off my neck and grips it in his hand. He tugs until I tilt my head back, allowing his lips to gently glide down the side of my neck. All I feel is his warm breath touching my skin, and I tremble as goose bumps prickle the back of my neck, my breath hitching. First his breath, then his lips, tongue, teeth. Never has a man made me so weak with kisses, and he hasn’t even touched my lips yet.
    He must be a master at what he does because I’m desperate for him, dying for more. His other hand slides from my hip to my front, his fingers splaying across my stomach, pulling me back against his erection. He rolls his hips against me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder at the same time. I’m panting like a fucking animal, pressing my arse against him and imagining how it would feel to be fucked by him.
    I grab his wrist and force his hand down until it’s resting on my thigh. He chuckles in my ear, and his fingers grip my thigh hard enough that I feel his short nails bite into my skin.
    “Impatient.” He growls, the sound reverberating over