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I can feel her breath on my face. She's so close I can count the freckles on her nose. Marian is right here in my room, and the words are burning holes in my tongue. Don't go. Stay. Let me fuck you until you forget your own name. But I keep quiet because that's what polite society demands, even when my cock is already half-hard just from watching her lips move.
The trouble started with that damn dog. Pumpkin ran circles around her on the sidewalk, yanking the leash so hard she nearly stumbled. That's when I saw her face properly for the first time. Blonde hair catching the light. Those natural tits pressing against the fabric of her dress. Elegant, sure, but there's something hungry underneath all that refinement.
She feels it too. I can tell by the way she lingers when we talk, the way her eyes drop to my mouth when she thinks I'm not paying attention. Miss Brook wants this as much as I do, and that knowledge sits hot in my stomach.
Our families are at each other's throats. Old money versus new. Her van Rhijn-Brooks crowd turning their noses up at my father's railroad fortune while we buy up half the city. Every dinner party is a battlefield. Every glance across the room is loaded with the knowledge that we shouldn't even be speaking, let alone thinking about what her body would feel like under mine.
That tension makes it worse. Makes me want her more. My father's disapproval would be the least of it if he knew what I'm planning. But she's talking about leaving New York, and the thought of her disappearing makes something twist in my chest.
I step closer. Her perfume hits me. I lean in and kiss her before either of us can think better of it, and the spark catches instantly. Her hands fist in my shirt. My tongue slides against hers. We're past the point of stopping now.
I push her back against the wall. My hand finds her breast through the dress, feeling the weight of it, the nipple already hard. She moans into my mouth. I reach lower, bunching fabric, finding the wet heat between her legs. My fingers slip inside her and she gasps, hips rocking against my hand.
She's dripping. I work two fingers into her pussy while my thumb circles her clit, feeling her tighten around me. She comes apart fast, thighs shaking, one hand gripping my shoulder hard enough to bruise. The sight of her like this, blonde hair coming loose, lips swollen from kissing, makes my cock throb painfully against my trousers.
I pull my fingers out and taste her. Then I undo my belt. Marian watches me with dark eyes, already reaching for me, already spreading her legs wider. We're doing this. Right here. Right now. Before she can leave and take this with her.
I can feel her breath on my face. She's so close I can count the freckles on her nose. Marian is right here in my room, and the words are burning holes in my tongue. Don't go. Stay. Let me fuck you until you forget your own name. But I keep quiet because that's what polite society demands, even when my cock is already half-hard just from watching her lips move.
The trouble started with that damn dog. Pumpkin ran circles around her on the sidewalk, yanking the leash so hard she nearly stumbled. That's when I saw her face properly for the first time. Blonde hair catching the light. Those natural tits pressing against the fabric of her dress. Elegant, sure, but there's something hungry underneath all that refinement.
She feels it too. I can tell by the way she lingers when we talk, the way her eyes drop to my mouth when she thinks I'm not paying attention. Miss Brook wants this as much as I do, and that knowledge sits hot in my stomach.
Our families are at each other's throats. Old money versus new. Her van Rhijn-Brooks crowd turning their noses up at my father's railroad fortune while we buy up half the city. Every dinner party is a battlefield. Every glance across the room is loaded with the knowledge that we shouldn't even be speaking, let alone thinking about what her body would feel like under mine.
That tension makes it worse. Makes me want her more. My father's disapproval would be the least of it if he knew what I'm planning. But she's talking about leaving New York, and the thought of her disappearing makes something twist in my chest.
I step closer. Her perfume hits me. I lean in and kiss her before either of us can think better of it, and the spark catches instantly. Her hands fist in my shirt. My tongue slides against hers. We're past the point of stopping now.
I push her back against the wall. My hand finds her breast through the dress, feeling the weight of it, the nipple already hard. She moans into my mouth. I reach lower, bunching fabric, finding the wet heat between her legs. My fingers slip inside her and she gasps, hips rocking against my hand.
She's dripping. I work two fingers into her pussy while my thumb circles her clit, feeling her tighten around me. She comes apart fast, thighs shaking, one hand gripping my shoulder hard enough to bruise. The sight of her like this, blonde hair coming loose, lips swollen from kissing, makes my cock throb painfully against my trousers.
I pull my fingers out and taste her. Then I undo my belt. Marian watches me with dark eyes, already reaching for me, already spreading her legs wider. We're doing this. Right here. Right now. Before she can leave and take this with her.
