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“I’m sorry,” she murmured, lost to the pleasure he was bringing her. She didn’t know whether he was pleased or disappointed by it, but at this point, she did not care. All she was focused on was the growing pleasure in her pelvis that he seemed to be controlling with every deft thrust.
“Oh, God, please do not be,” Cedric groaned, his fingers moving faster. Then his thumb smoothed up, brushing against yet another sensitive spot she never knew she had, and her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her inner walls clamp down hard around him.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Cedric breathed, his fingers moving even faster, “Release me. Let me feel you let go.”
Through her haze of pleasure, Deborah tried to grasp what he meant, and as she rocked her hips against his hand and she felt her nerves tighten into a frenzy, she understood.
She threw her head back as a keening moan released from her lips, and an explosion of pleasure rocked through her core. Tremors seized her body, making her writhe uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed from her core all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, making them curl.
Cedric wrapped his free hand around the nape of her neck, bringing her lips to his in another dizzying kiss as the thrusting of his fingers slowed and eventually stopped. She whimpered as he pulled out of her and broke the kiss at the same time, and as her lashes fluttered open, her lips dropped into anOas she watched him bring the fingers that were just inside her and draw them into his mouth.
Her heart throbbed, and her core clenched as she watched Cedric’s eyes close as he suckled hard on his fingers and moaned. He parted his lips, letting her see how he dragged those fingers over his tongue, and met her eyes with a look full of pleasure and desire.
“Just as I thought,” he panted, letting his hand drop down to her thigh, “You taste as good as you look.”
Deborah whimpered, her body still rocking from the convulsions of pleasure. A wicked, satisfied smirk drew across Cedric’s lips as he pushed himself back on his heels.
“Next time it will be my tongue that makes you come undone,” he said, his tone full of arrogance.
It was such arrogance that snapped Deborah out of her desired state. Realizing what she had just done- what she had allowed him to do to her, she felt her cheeks flush for an entirely different reason.
This is how Sylvester tricked Hester. How he made her think he was going to love and protect her.
Angry at Cedric and at herself, Deborah lifted her foot and pushed it against Cedric’s chest. With a laugh, he fell back.
“Now, now do not be upset,” he teased, getting to his feet. “I followed your rules. I only touched you when you begged.”
“You tricked me,” Deborah hissed, yanking the cups of her nightgown back up over her breasts.
She moved to stand and hated how her legs still trembled from the pleasure he brought her.
“I did no such thing,” Cedric retorted, but Deborah was not going to listen.
With trembling hands, she pulled her clothes back on over her nightgown, not bothering to adjust them properly.
“That will not happen again,” she bit out, opening the door to the parlor.
“Deborah, wait,” he insisted, catching her arm.
Not daring to look at him, she wrenched her arm away and stared forward into the hallway beyond.
“What did you find out about Sylvester?” She demanded, her voice cold.
The air was silent for a moment as she forced them to the subject of her revenge. Then, from behind her, she heard Cedric sigh.
“My sources came through,” he stated, his deep voice no longer holding any pleasure or amusement. “That flower gala event we are going to next week? He will be there. But I have to ask. What are you planning to do?”
Deborah drew in a deep breath, willing her still frenzied self to calm down.
“Whatever I have to,” she replied, then walked away before Cedric could ask any more questions.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Why can I not come?” Adeline asked.
Deborah looked at her through the reflection of the mirror and offered a small smile at the little girl sitting on her bed. She had come to watch Deborah get ready for the flower gala, and as usual, she had plenty of questions.
“I am afraid this particular event is only for adults, my darling,” Deborah said as her chambermaid, Kathy, carefully applied some rouge to her cheeks.
