Free Her Perfect Match by Jess Michaels Page B

parted his lips to speak, but she didn’t allow it. She crushed her mouth to his and began to move over him, effectively silencing any words or even thoughts in his head with the sensations she created.
    Even after all this time, Vivien knew what he liked. She moved quickly, rising over him with quick, strong thrusts. Her clitoris ground against his pelvis and he felt her twitch as she gasped at the feeling. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh as he guided her harder, faster, out of control.
    Finally the muscles in her neck strained and she cried out as release washed over her. Her pussy clenched with it, squeezing him, milking him until he could resist no longer. His seed rushed from him in a powerful explosion of pleasure and he roared with the sensation as he held to her so tight he feared he would steal her breath.
    She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they clung to each other for what seemed like a perfect eternity, but finally she drew away, gave him an awkward smile and moved to the opposite side of the carriage. He watched as she fixed herself, covering what he had revealed and taken pleasure in, smoothing wrinkles and tucking strands of hair away. Within a few moments, she looked as though nothing had happened.
    Except for the twinkle of light in her eyes that said they shared a delicious secret.
    He half-smiled as he refastened his trousers just as they turned into Vivien’s drive and the carriage came to a stop. The door opened and a footman appeared to help her down. She paused once she had reached the ground and the servant stepped away.
    She looked at Benedict, her face unreadable as she looked up at him. For a moment, he thought she might ask him to come inside. To continue what had been begun in the carriage. But she shook her head and smiled instead.
    “G-Good night,” she whispered.
    He nodded. She was too hesitant to share more than what had been shared. He knew that about her before and it hadn’t changed now.
    “Good night,” he said softly, but as she turned to enter her home, he called out. “Oh and, Vivien?”
    Slowly, she pivoted to face him. “Yes?”
    “I’m not selling the carriage. It has too many new memories now.” He smiled as he reached out to close the carriage door. The footman climbed up into his place and they pulled away, leaving Vivien gaping at him in her drive.
    Benedict laughed as he settled back against the leather seats. At least he knew one thing—he could still stymie Vivien Manning. And that was a feat worth valuing indeed.

Chapter Eight
    Derek arrived early, forcing Benedict from pleasant dreams of Vivien and the day…and night…they had shared. So when he entered the breakfast room, he could not spare his brother a smile, but instead glared at him before he took a plate and began dishing food from the trays on the sideboard.
    “I didn’t expect you until at least luncheon,” he snapped. “I thought you could contain your disapproval until then.”
    Derek rose from the position he had taken at the head of Benedict’s table and folded his arms. “Then you know why I am here.”
    Benedict pivoted to face his brother. Derek was dressed impeccably, looking as if he had never made a reckless decision in his life. Benedict had never been like him in that regard. He wasn’t considered a rake, didn’t even aspire to be one, but he too often made choices based on his heart.
    As he always had when it came to Vivien.
    “I know the purpose of your visit, but I require you to say it out loud,” Benedict said. He sat down at the table, set his plate down with a clatter and folded his arms as he stared up at his brother. “Go ahead, you are bursting with your arguments, so make them.”
    Derek retook his seat and sipped his coffee before he said anything. The delay made Benedict antsy and he shifted in his chair.
    “You must have known that news of your meeting with Vivien Manning would get back to me,” his brother began