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lowered her to the seat, she didn’t resist. Her kiss didn’t slow, she didn’t pull away. In fact, she let out a low, needy moan that made his cock even harder.
    He knelt beside her as she reclined and slowly let one hand roam down her collarbones, her chest, until he gently cupped her left breast. When he did so, Georgina gasped and finally broke their kiss. She looked up at him in the dim light, her eyes wild and filled with both confusion and need.
    “Paul?” she whispered, her voice harsh and broken.
    He stared into her eyes, those beautiful dark blue eyes that had captivated him from the very first moment he’d met her two years before. “Do you want me to stop?”
    He prayed she would say no. And that silent prayer was answered. She slowly shook her head. “It feels—it feels good when you touch me,” she admitted.
    He groaned, aroused even further by the response. Some women would have done that on purpose, but it was the fact that Georgina didn’t know how stimulating her words were that made them even more so.
    “I won’t do anything that will…ruin you,” he promised.
    Her eyes flashed with something akin to disappointment, but she didn’t answer. She merely cupped the back of his head and drew him down for another of those deep, drugging kisses.
    He took that as an agreement and went back to teasing her breast. Her gown was fine, but the silk was very thin and he could feel her nipple tightening, rising to meet him. How he wished he could strip her gown away and see it, memorize its color and shape, its taste. But they had no time for such slow seduction. And the wax exhibit, with all the figures watching them, was not the place.
    Resigning himself to that fact, he let his hand drift lower, across her flat stomach and to her hip. She arched a little, murmuring incoherent sounds of encouragement even as her cheeks flushed. Of course they would. No one had ever touched her so intimately. A thought that gave him another shiver of desire.
    He ignored it, ignored his own needs, and focused on her. He drew back and watched her as he slid his hand down her leg and began to inch her skirt up. Her eyes went wide, but she did nothing to stop him. Her breath was ragged and her hands trembled.
    “You said you wanted something just for you,” he whispered. “To do something for your pleasure that would be for no one else.”
    She nodded, staring at his hand before he slipped it beneath her skirt and started the slow caress back up her calf, her knee. When he touched her thigh, she let out a garbled moan.
    “I can give you something just for you. Only you and I will know. I want to do that so much, Georgina. Will you let me?”
    She froze as his fingers opened the slit in her drawers and he settled his palm against her sex. He held there, waiting for her permission. Silently pleading for it even though he would withdraw in a heartbeat if she refused.
    “Please,” she whimpered. “Please do it.”
    He grinned and moved, letting his index finger trace the slit of her sex gently. She was already wet and so hot against him. He wanted to dive into her, slide his cock to the hilt, claim her.
    But there wasn’t a place for him there. So all he could do was make her come and store her look, the feel of her sex around him. That would be enough to feed his fantasies for many lonely years to come.
    He pressed a thumb against her clitoris and she jolted. She jolted again when he glided one finger into her entrance. She flexed around him, tight and slick, and he nearly came without even being touched.
    “God, you are amazing,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. She relaxed at that now-familiar caress and only when she went limp did he begin to move his finger inside of her. He swirled around her clitoris with his thumb and pumped his finger in time.
    Slowly, she began to moan with pleasure at the action. Then she lifted her hips to meet him. He took his time, allowing her to experience the intimacy of this