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seemed not to notice. He groaned as well, his head dropping back on the chair as his fingers tightened on her hips. “Oh, hell, Juliet. What are you trying to do to me?”
    God, it had hurt . But it was done—and he hadn’t noticed. Julia felt a surge of triumph, a roar of feminine power at the success. Now the pain was receding, just as Pearl said it would, and a strange new sensation, one of delicious fullness, dawned. She flexed her hips, and lust rippled through her cleft as Nick’s cock slid out and then back inside her.
    “Oh, yes,” he moaned, eyes closed and face taut with pleasure. “Ride me, tesorina .”
    Desperate to feel the mind-numbing desire again, Julia lifted herself up and came back down, her hips working to thrust his shaft deep. He guided her movements at first, helping her rock back and forth, and the pleasure began to build as she moved faster. His hands skated along her back to the fastenings of her dress, and he soon loosened the top enough so only her chemise covered her breasts.
    Her large bosom had been a bane her whole life; dressmakers constantly complained about the reworking of patterns to amply cover her. And Julia had always envied the silhouettes of the thin, flat-chested women who looked so elegant and regal in their high-waist dresses. In comparison, she felt heavy and clumsy, constantly trying to keep a shawl around her décolletage for propriety.
    But the way Nick stared at her now, as he slid her lace chemise down to reveal her bare breasts, Julia wouldn’t change a thing about her body. His gaze, so reverent and full of heat, scorched her and her nipples tightened almost painfully. She arched her back as her hips flexed once more over his shaft, which caused ripples of ecstasy to travel the length of her body. His hands cupped her breasts. “You are like a goddess, straight from the depths of my dreams,” he murmured before drawing one nipple into his mouth.
    His lips pulled intently on one tight bud and a burst of sensation raced through her belly to settle in her womb. Her hips moved faster of their own accord, her body reveling in the pleasure caused by both his mouth and his shaft. Nick used his tongue to lave at one nipple then shifted quickly to the other in order to give it the same attention. Julia could feel her muscles tightening, every nerve straining as the pleasure increased. He continued to draw on her nipple with his lips, and she threaded her fingers through his hair to hold his head in place. Each pull of his mouth had her spiraling higher and higher, her hips thrusting harder on his cock, until she thought she would die. It was too wonderful.
    Nick reached down between them and used his thumb to stroke the tiny bundle of nerves atop her sex. Once, twice, and then she exploded, a white-hot charge setting off inside her. “Nick,” she moaned, his name stretched out into one long word as her body convulsed around him. She barely noticed when he grasped her hips and took over, bringing her down on him with a near-violent force. He stiffened, a groan escaping from deep in his chest, as he shuddered and poured himself into her.
    Breathless and sweaty, she dropped her head onto his shoulder. Heavens, that was better than anything Pearl had described. No wonder men did this at every available opportunity.
    “My God,” Nick wheezed. “I hadn’t thought to first take you in a chair.” He pushed her hair back from her face in a gentle caress. “I don’t know what came over me. You must think me a complete cad.”
    She almost smiled. Yes, she knew him to be a complete cad—but not for the reasons he thought. “I believe you were as caught up in what happened between us as I,” she murmured. She needed to get up, to wash herself off and check for blood, but couldn’t make herself move just yet. Nick was still inside her, and Julia wanted to prolong the contact as long as possible.
    His large hands stroked her back, and she relaxed into him. She’d just made