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warm flesh beneath her hand and the rapid thump-thump of his heart.
“ What?” He stared pointedly at her hand upon him, jaw clenched.
Refusing to back down, Maddie swallowed her insecurities and curled her hand around his hard shoulder.
“ I will be your mistress for tonight, Brock. All night. Come morning, we could consider this matter settled.”
Shock flashed across his face. Then his eyes blazed with desire. His fists clenched and he started toward her—before he quickly doused his reaction with scorn. “Over six thousand pounds for a night’s tumble?”
Where was his lust, the unbridled acceptance she had imagined?
Maddie drew in a calming breath. Clearly, Brock would walk away if she did not sweeten her offer. As much as she was loathe to give him more of her time or soul, any part of her she gave this way would be better than legally enslaving herself to him for the rest of her life.
“ A month, then?” she countered.
He raised a cynical brow. “Even if I found the time and inclination to bed you each of thirty days, that amounts to over two hundred twenty-five pounds per day. I daresay, no one makes that kind of money for that kind of effort. Really, I should need at least a year to get the proper value out of such an arrangement.”
Clenching her fists, Maddie restrained the urge to slap him. The swine was deliberately baiting her. “Six months, then. I’m no used courtesan who’s let dozens of men bed her. I am worth more.”
“ You are less knowledgeable in the art of pleasing a man.”
Something Colin had pointed out mercilessly. Maddie didn’t know how to refute Brock.
He cocked his head and stared. “After six months, what do you ask for your future?”
She wound her free hand about his shoulder and leaned in. No way could he miss the perfect view of her cleavage. “I ask only for a chance to please you now.”
Brock shook off her touch. “Not a clever plan, Maddie. If anyone finds out, your reputation will be ruined.”
“ It will be clandestine, our secret. I shall come in disguise—”
“ There might be…other consequences to such an arrangement. Did you consider that?”
It was Maddie’s turn to smile. After birthing Aimee, the midwife had informed her that she’d suffered too much damage to conceive again.
“ Put your mind at ease.” Her enticing whisper was hushed like the rustle of sheets.
His stare was somewhere between perplexed and annoyed. “Once our arrangement ends, how long before you have need of funds again? How long before you find yourself on your back, legs open for someone else to take his pleasure?”
She sauntered behind him and pressed her breasts to his wide back. “Let me worry about that. Simply consider me your mistress, here to please you, for the next six months.”
Brock turned, catching her off guard. Before she could stumble backward, he caught her arms in his tense-fingered grip. “Perhaps I have no need of a mistress currently.”
Maddie looked into his mocking face and panicked. She had not considered that he might already have his pleasures engaged, and with someone who knew what she was about.
Maddie could not deny the pang in her chest, as much fear as it was jealousy. But she could not give up. Six months of sexual servitude to Brock was better than a lifetime.
“ You want me.”
Then she pressed her lips to his, fitting her body against his hard one until she felt each tense muscle, including his rigid manhood, against her. Ignoring the heat sweeping over her, Maddie rejoiced. He definitely wanted her. Maybe this mad plot would work.
He thrust his hands into her hair, strong fingers splaying against her scalp. He drove his mouth over hers and parted her lips with an insistent tongue. Helplessly, she parted for him. He took her mouth ravenously, tasting her thoroughly. Dear God, his kiss...hot, urgent, powerful. She felt utterly possessed.
Her legs melted beneath her. Her heart galloped. Maddie fought for control,
“ What?” He stared pointedly at her hand upon him, jaw clenched.
Refusing to back down, Maddie swallowed her insecurities and curled her hand around his hard shoulder.
“ I will be your mistress for tonight, Brock. All night. Come morning, we could consider this matter settled.”
Shock flashed across his face. Then his eyes blazed with desire. His fists clenched and he started toward her—before he quickly doused his reaction with scorn. “Over six thousand pounds for a night’s tumble?”
Where was his lust, the unbridled acceptance she had imagined?
Maddie drew in a calming breath. Clearly, Brock would walk away if she did not sweeten her offer. As much as she was loathe to give him more of her time or soul, any part of her she gave this way would be better than legally enslaving herself to him for the rest of her life.
“ A month, then?” she countered.
He raised a cynical brow. “Even if I found the time and inclination to bed you each of thirty days, that amounts to over two hundred twenty-five pounds per day. I daresay, no one makes that kind of money for that kind of effort. Really, I should need at least a year to get the proper value out of such an arrangement.”
Clenching her fists, Maddie restrained the urge to slap him. The swine was deliberately baiting her. “Six months, then. I’m no used courtesan who’s let dozens of men bed her. I am worth more.”
“ You are less knowledgeable in the art of pleasing a man.”
Something Colin had pointed out mercilessly. Maddie didn’t know how to refute Brock.
He cocked his head and stared. “After six months, what do you ask for your future?”
She wound her free hand about his shoulder and leaned in. No way could he miss the perfect view of her cleavage. “I ask only for a chance to please you now.”
Brock shook off her touch. “Not a clever plan, Maddie. If anyone finds out, your reputation will be ruined.”
“ It will be clandestine, our secret. I shall come in disguise—”
“ There might be…other consequences to such an arrangement. Did you consider that?”
It was Maddie’s turn to smile. After birthing Aimee, the midwife had informed her that she’d suffered too much damage to conceive again.
“ Put your mind at ease.” Her enticing whisper was hushed like the rustle of sheets.
His stare was somewhere between perplexed and annoyed. “Once our arrangement ends, how long before you have need of funds again? How long before you find yourself on your back, legs open for someone else to take his pleasure?”
She sauntered behind him and pressed her breasts to his wide back. “Let me worry about that. Simply consider me your mistress, here to please you, for the next six months.”
Brock turned, catching her off guard. Before she could stumble backward, he caught her arms in his tense-fingered grip. “Perhaps I have no need of a mistress currently.”
Maddie looked into his mocking face and panicked. She had not considered that he might already have his pleasures engaged, and with someone who knew what she was about.
Maddie could not deny the pang in her chest, as much fear as it was jealousy. But she could not give up. Six months of sexual servitude to Brock was better than a lifetime.
“ You want me.”
Then she pressed her lips to his, fitting her body against his hard one until she felt each tense muscle, including his rigid manhood, against her. Ignoring the heat sweeping over her, Maddie rejoiced. He definitely wanted her. Maybe this mad plot would work.
He thrust his hands into her hair, strong fingers splaying against her scalp. He drove his mouth over hers and parted her lips with an insistent tongue. Helplessly, she parted for him. He took her mouth ravenously, tasting her thoroughly. Dear God, his kiss...hot, urgent, powerful. She felt utterly possessed.
Her legs melted beneath her. Her heart galloped. Maddie fought for control,
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