Seductive as Flame by Susan Johnson

wouldn’t have said it unless I meant it.”
    A faint smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “So that’s why all the ladies are in hot pursuit. I thought it was for less unusual reasons.”
    “It’s not unusual for me.”
    Her smile widened. “I’m awestruck, Dalgliesh.”
    “Alec.”
    “Alec,” she said half under her breath, starting to tremble again, the thought of such largesse as tantalizing as his hard prick moving and swelling inside her. “If you don’t mind then,” she said with a small catch in her breath as he shifted his hips. “It’s been quite a while.”
    He wanted to ask, How long? but he didn’t because it shouldn’t matter. That it did, he chose to ignore. “I don’t mind at all. Tell me when you’ve had enough”—he grinned—“and I’ll probably stop.”
    An amused delight animated her gaze. “You’re every woman’s dream. As for the stopping”—she smiled faintly—“I’m not sure I’m in the mood.”
    “Lucky me,” he murmured. And he set out to please her and, ultimately, himself. No emotional involvement was required—only an expertise he’d first acquired as a youth from the duchess on a neighboring estate whose husband was much too old for his twenty-five-year-old wife. In subsequent years, he’d perfected his sexual talents to a fine art, which accounted in part for his popularity with the ladies.
    Since Miss MacKenzie wanted orgasms, it wasn’t a question of acrobatics at this stage but instead a matter of positioning his rock-hard cock in exactly the right place enough times to hear that little fierce gasp so familiar to a man of his experience. With a well-honed, meticulous precision and extreme courtesy, with sweet kisses and, more importantly, an indefatigable erection, he brought the lady to climax multiple times in an amazingly short interval. She was prodigiously orgasmic—a fact he’d suspected from the moment they’d met. Having pleasantly confirmed his opinion, he now only awaited her satisfaction and, after that, his.
    Her hands were strong, her grip unyielding on his back, her legs wrapped around his waist at times or pulled up to her hips other times to allow him deeper penetration. For perhaps fifteen minutes, she assuaged her lust like some goddess with a hardworking acolyte at her command. And like an imperious deity, she unabashedly made use of her virile attendant and his sturdy cock.
    Until finally, she threw her arms wide, uncurled her legs from his hips, lay sprawled beneath him, lithesome, graceful, breathing hard, and smiling. “You’re released . . . from your duties . . . my darling Dalgliesh,” she panted.
    She’d apparently reached her limit.
    But he didn’t move.
    He wasn’t that unselfish.
    He did ask though, polite and gracious, “You’re sure now?”
    After a protracted moment, she languidly lifted her gaze. “I’m very sure. And thank you again.”
    He found her simple frankness charming. Different from the usual flattery that always smacked of pretense. “You’re welcome,” he said with well-bred grace, as if he were exchanging courtesies after a game of croquet, as if his massive erection wasn’t stretching her sleek tissue taut.
    She smiled. “Your endurance is impressive, but please be my guest. You’ve been more than patient.”
    “In that case,” he replied with an answering smile, “I’ve been thinking about this since morning.” With masterful strength and smooth dexterity, he rolled on his back without dislodging his cock and helped her sit up. Adjusting her position on his thighs, his huge penis solidly embedded in her slick warmth, he ran his hands over her hips in a light, proprietary gesture. “I’ve been wondering if you could ride my cock as well as you ride your blue roan.” Raising his hips along with her weight, he slid off his trousers and underwear and kicked them aside. “There, that’s better.” He grinned. “I didn’t dare disturb your concentration before.”
    “How