Chapter Twenty-Three
When Cécile had taken him as her lover, the first thing she’d done was teach Mordecai about his own body. She’d shown him things he hadn’t known about his balls and his c**k, but also about parts of himself that he’d never associated with erotic pleasure before. She had let him conquer his virgin’s shyness, his fear of being laughed at—and once he’d been completely confident she’d expanded his s****l education, introducing him to the more adventurous positions, challenging him to learn skills that required practice: pattes d’araignées, langue exercée, faire postillion.
That was how he intended to teach Eleanor Wrotham: confidence first, then skills.
But before that, he had to divest her of her virginity.
There wasn’t a lot of preparation he could do—except for one
