I’m breathless with how quickly I’ve been maneuvered. I prop myself up on my hands and look down into his gorgeous gray eyes that have almost been taken over by his huge pupils.“You know that gigolo training you said you had…”He laughs, slides a hand to the back of my head, and kisses me.Ohhh… the delight of having his arms around me, his fingers brushing over my skin, his hot mouth claiming mine. He’s so laid back normally, so relaxed and mellow, even when he’s busy—he’s like the embers of a fire, eternally warm and comfortable. And so I hadn’t expected this fierce heat, like a blow torch singeing me from top to toe.Despite his obvious desire, he takes his time to kiss me, his tongue playing with mine, his hands roving slowly over my skin, fingers trailing from my shoulders down my back to my bottom, then stroking up my sides. Mmm… it’s wonderful, but I want to explore him, too.I push myself up to a sitting position astride him, and he watches me as I skim my hands down over the

Huxley“Don’t get sleepy,” I scold as Elizabeth’s eyelids droop. “We’ve got a long way to go yet.”She smiles. “It doesn’t matter how many times you have sex, as long as you do it at the right time.”“Nevertheless. I intend to fill you to the brim.”“Mr. Romantic.”I laugh, roll over, and get up. I search for boxers and pull them on, then tug on my trousers.“Going somewhere?” she asks.“I’m going to order us some drinks and a snack. I’ve got to keep my strength up. Want anything in particular?”“Mmm… something sweet.”“Okay.” I walk around to her side of the bed, lean over her, and kiss her. “We’re getting in the hot tub,” I tell her as I walk out the room. “Naked, before you start going all coy on me and getting your cozzie on.”I walk through to the living room, flick on one of the lamps. Then I go over to the phone, pick it up, and dial for room service. I put in my order, then go out onto the deck to take the cover off the hot tub and start it up.“I’m not sure about the naked pa

She shrugs. “I wonder sometimes about your relationship with her. She had your baby. You look after her. And you’re connected by Joanna. I wonder how close you are sometimes.” She swirls her hand in a circle, creating a whirlpool. “Do you love her?” Then she splashes, irritated with herself. “No, don’t answer that. I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”I kiss the top of her head. “Elizabeth, we’ve just had sex. It’s a reasonable question. The answer is that I love her like one of my sisters. She’s had it tough—her parents were very strict, and they were extremely harsh on her when she got pregnant. I mean, really harsh, practically medieval. They wanted to send her away to have the baby so their church wouldn’t find out.”“Fucking hell.”“Yeah. It’s the only time I put my foot down and said no, she wasn’t going.”“I’ve wondered sometimes… you’re so honorable and, well, chivalrous, for want of a better word. Why didn’t you ask her to marry you?”“Because I wanted you.”She turns and loo

My jaw drops. What?He lifts his eyebrows and rotates his forefinger. Grumbling, I shift onto my front, resting my cheek on my arms.“Lie still,” he murmurs in my ear, and then he places a few more drops on my skin. Slightly less than before—I think this is backfiring, and he’s more than ready to slide inside me, but he obviously has a couple of places he wants to pay attention to before then.He sweeps my hair to the side and puts one drop on the nape of my neck. One between my shoulder blades. One on my spine, and one on my tailbone.He puts one on the sole of each foot, the back of my knees, on each thigh, on each side of my bottom. And then he picks up one final one.“I daren’t ask where you’re putting that,” I whisper.He doesn’t reply, but I feel his hands parting my cheeks, and he leaves the drop there, right at the top.“We’ll just let that melt,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling.He moves up, and then I feel his lips at the nape of my neck. Mmm… that makes me shiver. I’m

HuxleyI’m feeling drowsy. I promised Elizabeth I’d make love to her four or five times, but the after-sex hormones are roaming through my system, and my body is telling me,You’re not as young as you used to be, Hux.I kiss her ear and nuzzle her neck. She smells warm and chocolatey, and I smile as I think of all the places I’ve licked the drops from.Then something about her deep, even breathing makes me lift my head and look at her.She’s asleep.I guess we were more energetic than I realized. Plus of course the good food and the alcohol have played a part, too. I think about waking her, but she works hard, and it’s rare for her to take time off to have fun. Regarding the baby making, I know that it doesn’t really matter how many times we have sex, providing we did it when she was ovulating. I should let her sleep.Settling down, I wonder whether I should give her some space, but as I go to lift my arm she pulls it tighter to her.Smiling, I close my eyes, and in a few minutes I doze