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“If there’s a more stubborn, obstinate bastard alive, I pray I never meet him.”
Flushed with frustration and lust, Gascon fumbled to yank his shirt off over his head.
Meve was waiting for him on the bed, impatient. As soon as Gascon was within arm’s reach, she had him on his back beneath her, wrists pinned over his head. He played at struggling against her strength until his chest was heaving and his arousal was almost painful. Their bodies met in a furious clash of heat and sweat, grinding their mutual frustration into pleasure.
“Propriety be damned,” Gascon continued, panting for breath, “he knows we’d take him to bed in a heartbeat. Why can’t you just-”
“-He’d take it as an order.”
“Then why can’t I-”
“You outrank him now.” Meve slowed her pace for a better angle. Gascon shivered.
“Ah- fuck…”
Meve bent her body over Gascon’s and whispered into his ear, “Think what I could do with another set of hands. He could pin you down, smother your moans while I make you squirm.” She felt his cock twitch inside her. He was close. Gascon came with Reynard’s name on his lips. Moments later, Meve did the same.