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After a few minutes, Maxwell
gathered his thoughts and straightened. He cast invisible helper and
set it to cleaning. “You have studying to do.” He smiled, lifted her
from the table and stepped back. “Get moving.”
“Join me?” With his nod, Ekaterina
took his hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom desk. She sat,
slid a piece of paper to him and offered the quill.
He bent and wrote the next two
letters. He took his usual spot on the bed. It pleased him to see
her use his language. She might not speak it well, but she can
write it. He understood the flaws in her speech were due to her
soft, feminine voice and the difficulty in the coarseness of the
sounds. Although naked, her seated position provided him not one
single glimpse of her breast, but gave ample view of her side, hip
and leg.
Finished, she put aside the paper,
quill and ink, and then grabbed her book. She stretched out on her
belly across the end of the bed, her side to him. She opened the
book and read.
Maxwell eyed her from toe to head.
His eyes traveled from her small feet, over her crossed ankles,
curved calves, bent knees and appealing thighs. He smiled. Her
strong, shapely legs were very persuasive, or forceful if he failed
to listen, when she wanted him to leave his favored feast alone
after an orgasm. Those legs led to curvaceous hips and a firm little
derriere, which fueled his renewed desire. Tempted to pop her
backside right now as a punishment for what she did to him, he
refrained so as not to interrupt her studies.
He drew a deep breath as the
seductive arch in the small of her back directed his gaze up her
side to where her breasts, perched just above the bed, were
concealed by her arm, which bent at the elbow while her fingers
caressed her dangling medallion. Her other hand turned the page as
needed.
Maxwell smirked. Taunt me will
you, spitfire? His throaty sounds deeper than ever, but soft and
subtle, he spoke in his primitive lexis a declaration of his love
for her and that she ignited his blood.
Ekaterina eyed her provocative
lover. “Are you trying to torment me, Max?”
He pitched his low voice to seduce.
“No more than you are me, Kat.”
She closed her finger in her book to
mark her page. Please, slide down.” The heat of his gaze and the
slide of his body held her attention. “If I were trying to torment
you, I’d do this.” She crawled up the bed and lay on him. Her
shapely thighs pressed against his powerful legs, her soft belly
leaned against his rigid stomach, her breasts rested on his golden
expanse of muscled chest and her curvaceous hips pressed against his
groin. She opened her book and resumed reading. “Now, I’m tormenting
both of us.”
Maxwell eyed her. The little tart
will pay for this. He tracked time and allowed her to use his
body for a chaise lounge until her study session ended. “Put down
the book,” he commanded quietly.
