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back,” she whispered. “Now let
me
pleasure
you
.”
    The imperious tone of her voice wasn’t exactly a surprise because he’d learned a month ago when their affair started she was a woman who liked to have equal control—if not
more
control—in bed. It was intriguing, but then again, Regina Daudet was intriguing in every way. Not just beautiful and sophisticated, she was an enigma with her artistic bent and determined independence.
    Unlike any woman he’d ever met. Gifted, moody, tempestuous…
    They were opposites in almost every aspect of their lives except she had an attachment to the aristocracy more tenuous than his. He might be first cousin to an earl, but that granted him no title, and as Jonathan’s new wife was pregnant, he doubted he would remain heir apparent for long. Regina was the daughter of a viscount, but she was illegitimate and therefore not all that acceptable in the exalted circles of the
haut ton
.
    It would be stupid not to oblige her and follow orders because he’d never had such an adventurous lover, and he had no doubt whatever happened next he would enjoy immensely. He lifted off of her luscious body and shifted so he lay on his back. Her bedroom was as eclectic as she was, with brilliant saffron bed hangings and an exotic print that was clearly Oriental in origin in the coverlet on the bed, the sheets a soft fabric he didn’t recognize. On the walls was a bizarre mixture of art, some of it a bit terrifying, including a mask from Africa that showed a contorted human face. It hung right next to what he could swear was an original Gainsborough portraitof what appeared to be Regina herself as a child, even then scandalously dressed in breeches and a loose white shirt instead of the usual dainty, embroidered dress one might expect on the daughter of a viscount.
    “Look at this.” She lounged next to him, her lithe body propped on one elbow, one hand sensually traveling up the length of his rigid erection until a teasing fingertip wiped a bead of semen from the tip. Putting the finger to her mouth, she smiled and sucked the iridescent droplet away. “Can I have more?”
    He might have answered if he was able, but at that moment she leaned forward and slowly licked the crest of his cock and the acute pleasure of it shuddered through him. “Regina…”
    There was no answer, her mouth sliding downward, taking him as far as she could to the back of her throat, his body going taut with the bombarding rapture to every nerve ending. James ran his fingers through her hair, reveling in the softness, her scent, her unabashed sexuality, the sight of her long dark hair spilled over his thighs almost as erotic as what she was doing to him.
    Sybaritic bliss.
    Decadent heaven.
    Splendor unsurpassed…
    He might have been able to come up with other flowery descriptions of the sheer sensation of how she skillfully stroked his testicles and at the same time swirled her tongue in an intoxicating dance over the head of his cock, but he could hardly put two words together, much less three, and instead he lay there and did his best to keep his control.
    It was a losing battle he decided moments later and hetugged her head upward, with a murmured apology abruptly rolled her over, and spread her legs with his knees. The breath left his lungs as he slid inside her, impaling her fully. He was so close he almost ejaculated right then and there and he stilled, briefly closing his eyes.
    “Yes… yes.” She arched a little, taking him a fraction deeper.
    James kissed her then, with ardent insistence because he’d learned already she preferred passion to tenderness, and her hands were frantic already at the small of his back, urging him to move, her pelvis lifting into his withdrawal and thrust in a perfect match to his carnal rhythm.
    Just when he was sure the thread of his control had dwindled to the point where he couldn’t hold on a second longer, he felt the first tremor of her climax. Perfectly in character,