Livia sat up. She'd seen him before. But something about this particular moment made the sight of him feel entirely new.
Curiosity, as it frequently did, got the better of her. Her fingers closed around his erection. She stroked slowly, watching with focused attention as a bead of precum gathered at the head — her thumb moving to spread it in a slow circle that made his jaw go tight.
"Diana—" Her name came out wrecked. His head fell back.
She watched his throat move as he swallowed. Then — she wasn't entirely sure what possessed her, whether it was Jane's voice in the back of her head or simple curiosity or the intoxicating discovery that she had this much power over him — she leaned forward and ran her tongue in a slow swirl around the head of him.
Richard jerked like she'd applied a lit match. His head snapped forward immediately, eyes dropping to her — startled, undone, searching, all at once.
She looked up at him. "You don't like that?" she asked.
