Truth about Leo by Katie MacAlister Page A

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    Instantly, she was on the ground next to him, checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself. Somehow, her breasts ended up in his hands, which she took as permission to do as she wanted with his thighs.
    â€œOh!” she said, startled and pleased not just by the sensation of her bosom, suddenly feeling quite demanding, resting in the warmth of his hands, but also by the sleek lines of thigh muscles that her hands were happily exploring. “Oh!”
    â€œOh, indeed,” he said, his voice sounding strangled at he stared down at his hands, now overflowing with bosom. He flexed his fingers. She moaned and arched her back. “I think we might even go so far as to say, ‘good God!’ or even, ‘bless my garters,’ not that I understand why garters enter into the subject. Dagmar, if you continue on that track, you’ll end up causing me to burst my trousers, and as they are borrowed from the captain, I’d hate to ruin them.”
    Dagmar stopped rubbing her breasts against his hands and looked down, somewhat surprised to find both of her hands now stroking a very full front of his trousers. She pursed her lips for a moment at the buttons holding the fall up, then quickly released him.
    â€œThat is not flaccid,” she accused, her gaze firmly on his erection.
    â€œNot in the least, although you needn’t sound so annoyed by the fact.”
    â€œMy sainted mother told me that men were flaccid by nature, and to be otherwise was dangerous, as you were in the bath, although even then you weren’t this…pronounced.”
    â€œYou weren’t stroking my thighs in the bath.” He seemed to be having some problem breathing, and Dagmar was about to offer to assist him to his bunk when he shifted her so that she sat astride his legs. “I can’t believe I’m even thinking this, although it’s perfectly natural given the fact that you are clearly trying to seduce me, but when you said you’ve never been bedded, did you mean that figuratively or literally?”
    She ran a finger down the nonflaccid part of him, marveling that something so silly-looking could be so very velvety. “I try very hard never to lie,” she said, dragging her gaze from his interesting parts. Leo, for his part, moaned when she wrapped her fingers around him. “I’m not very good at it, and Mama always said that princesses should never lie because what’s the point in being a princess if you can’t say exactly what you think?”
    â€œYour mother—to the left a bit, darling—your mother sounds like she was quite the woman.”
    â€œShe was. I miss her and Papa greatly. You are becoming even stiffer, Leo. You would tell me if something was amiss with your male parts, would you not?”
    He groaned again and panted just a little as she let her fingers explore the length and breadth of him. “I would. Answer my question.”
    â€œWhich one? There’ve been so many.”
    â€œAre you really a virgin, or did you just say you were so that I wouldn’t annul the marriage on the spot?” He leaned down as he spoke and brought his mouth to her breasts, which somehow he’d managed to get out of her stays and bodice. His breath was hot on her flesh, and she squirmed against his thighs, wanting more, so much more, but unable to put that need into words. His mouth closing on one of her nipples had her releasing his parts in order to grasp his shoulders. She managed to stop grabbing his bad shoulder just in time, clasping his hip on that side instead and shifting so that he would pay his attentions to her other breast.
    â€œI am a virgin. Would you mind sucking on my other breast? It is out of sorts because you’ve paid so much attention to the right one.”
    Leo obliged, but before Dagmar could really throw herself into some quality moaning, he stopped and gently pushed her off his legs. What was even sadder, he