Free The Jewel of His Collection by Fae Mallory Page B

gaze.
    “Ian,” she murmured. What would have happened if he’d taken her up on her offer to change his mind about lending Geminids to the museum?
    Violet closed her eyes, putting herself back in the gallery. “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” she asked aloud in the darkness of her room. In her imagination, Ian raised his eyebrows with interest. “I’ll do anything , Mr. Carlisle.”
    Her tone made it very clear what she was offering, and Violet held her breath as her dream-Ian left his spot on the bench to approach her. “Anything? Should we test that?” he asked.
    “Anything,” she said boldly, seeing him smirk in response.
    “Touch yourself for me,” the Ian in her mind challenged, and Violet shivered, pulling off her nightgown to bare her body to his hungry eyes. In real life, he’d been unimpressed with her plump form, but in her imagination, his eyes blazed with heat at the sight of her naked body.
    Her hands cradled her full breasts, her flesh filling her palms and spilling over as she lifted them for Ian’s approval. Just imagining him watching her had her on edge, her nipples tightly budded, and when Violet stroked her thumbs over them, her imaginary Ian moaned, too.
    “Keep going.” Violet bit her lip as she pinched her nipples firmly between thumb and forefinger, plucking and twisting until they burned, begging for Ian’s mouth to quench the fire. Her hips twitched as her thighs parted, her body pleading wordlessly to be filled.
    What would Ian do if she splayed herself out so wantonly for him? Would he simply watch her, his face impassive save for the flush of heat on his cheeks? Would he take himself out and stroke his cock as she performed for him, the two of them sharing pleasure without ever touching?
    Or would he grow frustrated with watching and become an active participant? Violet cried out, her back arching as her hands suddenly became his, Ian’s long fingers rolling her nipples before he ducked his head to take them in his mouth.
    “Ian, yes!” she panted, writhing on the bed as her hand mercilessly worked her breast. Her hips jerked, the sensation going straight between her thighs as though a direct conduit ran through her, transmitting the near-painful heat to her clitoris.
    In her mind, Ian chuckled at her response, his lips drawing back in a wolfish smile. “Eager?” he teased.
    “Please, Ian,” she begged, spreading her legs wider to beg him to take her.
    Violet groaned as fingers swept over her, barely touching her folds. He’d make her beg for it, plead until she was almost out of her mind with lust before taking pity on her and giving her what she needed.
    Ian would tease her, but Ian wasn’t here, and Violet was too impatient to wait. With a choked cry, she plunged two fingers into herself, her channel clasping around them in a vise grip as her body rejoiced at being filled, even if it was with her own fingers. Planting her feet on the bed, she rocked her hips up as she curled her fingers, pressing hard against her upper wall, the delicious pressure making her shiver as a fine sheen of sweat broke out over her skin.
    She threw off the blankets, the cold air a relief as it caressed her overheated body. Keeping Ian’s face firmly in mind, she shifted her hand so she could rub her thumb against her clitoris even as she continued thrusting into herself. With her other hand, she grabbed her breast and squeezed hard, pinching her nipple.
    Soft grunts fell from her lips as she jerked her hips, riding her hand. The direct stimulation against her clitoris was too much and not enough at the same time. Her body burned, electricity flowing through her, but no matter how deep she thrust her fingers, she still felt empty. It was Ian her body wanted. Anything else was a poor substitute.
    Sobbing in frustration, she rolled onto her stomach, grinding her hips down against the mattress and forcing her fingers deeper yet. “Ian!” she gasped, adding another finger