by HELEN HARDT
“What kind of business could you possibly have?”
“That is none of your concern.”
“It certainly is my concern if it’s keeping you from escorting us to London. However, it doesn’t need to be my concern. All you need to do is find someone suitable to take Sophie and me to London. And if you don’t, we will be going alone.”
Unable to hold himself in check any longer, Evan stood, walked around his desk, and grabbed Alexandra’s upper arm, gripping her tightly. “You will respect my authority, and you will not travel to London.”
“I will go to London,” she said.
Evan’s body tensed. His cock swelled and pulsed against his trousers. What she did to him! He had to have her.
“You will not!” He slammed his mouth down on hers.
He glided his tongue over the seam of her lips, probing for entrance. They remained tightly sealed. No problem there. He could wait. He nipped at her full lips slowly, suggestively, and then he sucked her lower lip between his own. Her lips had to have been forged by God himself, so perfect they were. And then, with a sigh, she parted them, and he drove his tongue into her mouth. She responded immediately, twirling her tongue around his own, soft groans coming from her throat.
Yes, yes, he had her now. He continued kissing her while he cupped one of her peachy breasts. It swelled beneath his hand. Her dratted corset kept him from feeling the nipple that he knew would be hard under his touch.
She sighed against him, kissing him with passion. And then he jolted. She had gripped his erection through his trousers. He nearly spent right then and there. He was nothing more than a youthful lad with her, so eager was he. He was not inexperienced by any means, but in Alexandra’s presence, all of that drifted away with the wind.
He tore his mouth from hers, regretting the loss almost instantly. “Turn around,” he commanded.
She complied, and he began unfastening her gown.
“What is it about you?” he whispered against her neck. “Why do I ache for you so much? What have you done to me?”
“Faster, Evan. Undress me. I need you.”
She hadn’t answered his question. He worked her buttons as fast as his thick fingers would allow, his breathing more rapid with each new bit of skin he exposed. When her dress sat in a puddle on the floor, he loosened her corset and removed it. He turned her around and brushed her soft chemise off of her shoulders. She stood before him naked but for her drawers, her engorged breasts held out like an offering. Her nipples were puckered and pink. He bent to taste one.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed. “That feels so heavenly.”
He nibbled on the nipple, biting, tugging, sucking. The texture was like silk and the taste like the sweetest pear. He feared he could never get enough of her. He moved to the other nipple while continuing to work the first with his fingers. She moaned, such sweet sounds from her throat. He nipped and tugged until he brushed his hands down her sides and over the swells of her hips, pushing her drawers to the floor. Her dark bush of curls beckoned him. He left her nipples, kissing down her abdomen and then inhaling the earthy scent of her sex. Lord, she intoxicated him. The lips of her pussy were just visible at the apex of the triangle. They were already red and wet. On his knees, he tongued her clitoris.
“Oh,” she sighed. “I was just telling Sophie earlier that there was an organ on the female body that was meant solely for pleasure.” Her breaths came rapidly. “She didn’t…believe me…”
Evan chuckled. He continued licking her for a few moments but then ceased. “Turn around, sweet, and sit on the edge of my desk. And then spread your legs for me.”
She obeyed, and there she was, glistening and pink, engorged and beautiful, just waiting for him to plunder her. He slid his tongue from the bottom of her opening to her clitoris, stopping to suck on the tight nub. She gasped. Yes, it was an interesting little part of the female body, one he’d learned to love. Nothing was better than bringing a woman pleasure, and that little nub of nerve endings was the key to the process. Not to mention it was close to that part of her that held him so beautifully, hugged him so tightly, and gave him the utmost pleasure.
He continued to lick her sweet pussy, circling her opening, rubbing his cheeks against her wetness. Pure heaven. Here she was, bared for his pleasure, while he was still fully clothed. His cock pulsated against his britches, longing for release—release that only she could grant him. Would she take him between those ruby lips? Suddenly, he wanted that more than his next moment on this earth, to have those luscious full lips pleasuring him. But he didn’t want to scare her. He would settle for being embedded in her lovely cunt.
She writhed on the desk, squirming, gasping, groaning. “I’m going to climax, Evan, please, please!”
He thrust two fingers into her, and she shattered around him, her walls clamping down around his fingers as the orgasm took her. God, she was beautiful. All women looked beautiful in ecstasy, but Alexandra—she was something special, something unique. Her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her rosy engorged breasts, her silky hair tumbling free from its confined style—she was simply stunning.
He stood hastily, unbuckling and unbuttoning his trousers. His cock was thick and swollen, and it ached to be inside her sweet suction. With one smooth thrust, he plunged inside of her. She hugged him so completely, he nearly spent as soon as he was all the way in. His body still ached from the carriage accident, but in his lust he hardly felt it. He held himself in check for several seconds, breathing, focusing, until he could withdraw and thrust in again.
“God, what you do to me.” He clenched his teeth. “You embrace me so completely, hold me so securely.” He thrust again. “Kiss me, Alexandra.”
Their lips met and their tongues tangled. He took her, branded her, plunged in and out of her body. He broke away from the kiss and sucked in a much-needed breath.
“Oh, Evan,” she said. “I-I… I am going to come again!”
She let out a scream, and he clamped his mouth onto hers again to muffle it. Her slick walls contracted against his hard cock, milking him, and soon he was joining her in orgasm. This time, he remembered to pull out, and his seed spewed upon the milky-white skin of her belly. As good as the release felt, it paled in comparison to the two times he had come inside of her. He panted, pulling her close.
“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?” He continued to breathe rapidly.
“Pull out?”
Reality struck, and he pulled slightly away from her. “You know damned well why I did that. I don’t want to get you with child.”
“Isn’t that a moot point now?”
“Absolutely not,” he said. “Why tempt fate?”
“I suppose you’re right.” She slipped off the desk, picked up her drawers from the floor, and stepped into them. “It’s just that…”
“It’s just that, what?”
“It’s just that… I liked it when you…you know…inside me.”
He shuddered. He had liked it as well. In fact, at this very moment, he could think of nothing he would like more than to release inside her every night. But this needed to stop. Just moments before, she’d been putting him down as being only a second son. Clearly, she was not the woman for him. If only they could fight this attraction that boiled between them. They would have to put a stop to it once their parents returned from their wedding trip. What would his father and her mother say? They had left her in his care, trusted him to see to her and Sophie’s best interests. Taking her to bed had not been on that agenda. He wanted to tell her he liked it too, that coming outside her body had not satisfied him nearly as much. But he held those words back and quickly pulled up his trousers and fastened them.
“Here,” he said, wiping off her belly with his handkerchief and then holding up her chemise, “let me help you.”
She stepped into the garment, and then he helped her with her corset, tightening it. Finally, he buttoned her dress.
“I shall go strai
ght to my chamber.” Alexandra fidgeted with her hair. “I’m sure I must look a fright.”
A fright was hardly how she looked. She looked beautiful and satisfied, which made him smile. “You will pass,” he said. He wanted to say more, but his lips didn’t move. He turned away and absently looked over the papers on his desk.
“Evan?”
He turned toward her again. She was biting her lower lip. His cock, completely spent, jerked inside his trousers. What was it about this woman? “Yes?”
“Could you possibly reconsider? Sophie and I would so much like to attend the last balls of the season.”
Back to this again? Had she come in here planning to seduce him if he refused to accompany them to London? And he’d fallen right into her trap. Anger roared to life within him. “Absolutely not.”
“In that case, you force me to take drastic measures.”
He cocked his head, his curiosity piqued. “And what type of measures might those be?”
“I will be forced to send message to my mother and your father, telling them in no uncertain terms that you have taken advantage of your position as my guardian.”
Evan widened his eyes. What on earth was she going on about? “I beg your pardon?”
She stared straight at him, her eyes blazing. “I shall tell them that you raped me.”
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Dearest Amelia,
After much anticipation, the day finally arrived for my next art lesson with Christophe. Rather than convince Hattie to attend along with me, I chose to arrange for her to interrupt us in the act. That way I could bid her join us, and Christophe would have the reward I had promised him.
I had hoped he would bring his friend Mr. Peck with him as he had last time, but he did not. However, that was probably a blessing. If Hattie had walked in on the three of us engaged in improper behavior, it might have scared her away. With just Christophe and me, the chance was much better that she would agree to join in our merry escapades.
Christophe arrived, and we did spend the first half hour actually studying art. I had arranged for Hattie to barge in forty-five minutes after our lesson began, so I was eager to get started. When Christophe came behind me and took my hand, showing me the proper strokes, I had my chance. I backed into him and circled my hips so that I created friction against him.
“I see you have missed me, my lady,” he said, his voice smooth as whiskey.
“I have indeed, good sir.” I laid the brush down on the easel and turned toward him, my breasts skimming against his chest.
He gripped my shoulders tightly and lowered his lips to mine. We enjoyed a frantic kiss, our tongues dueling and tangling, our passion growing. I turned quickly back around.
“Undress me, Monsieur. I fear I can wait no longer to have your lips upon my nipples.”
He did not disappoint me. He unfastened my dress and loosened my corset, and soon the two offending garments lay on the floor. He got rid of my chemise and drawers with quick aptitude. And I stood before him, naked as the day I was born, my nipples hard, my pussy wet.
“Suck my sweet cream, good sir.” I spread my legs, gripped his shoulders, and pushed him down onto his knees.
He darted out his tongue and grazed my sweet bud. Tremors shot through me, and I sighed. Oh, yes, how I had longed to have my pussy sucked while I was initiating Hattie. And now, finally, my desire was fulfilled.
“Your quim is so sweet, my lady,” Christophe said against my nether curls. “I have thought of nothing but you since our last meeting.” And he continued to plunder me.
“Yes, yes.” I cupped my breasts and scraped my fingernails over my hard nipples. “Fuck me with your finger, good sir.”
He did as I bid, and soon I was creaming all over his hand, flying in ecstasy as my climax whisked me to the moon. As I floated downward, a knock on the door startled me.
I looked down at Christophe, his cheeks red.
“Whatever shall we do, my lady?”
“Nothing whatsoever,” I said, knowing Hattie was behind the door. “Come in,” I called.
The door opened, but Hattie did not enter. Instead, Lars, one of the estate’s new footmen, stood in the doorway, his eyes as big as saucers.
I had promised Christophe a reward, but that would have to wait until the next lesson apparently. Lars was a handsome tall man, barely out of his teens, with a shock of long auburn hair pulled back in a queue.
And suddenly I was no longer concerned with Hattie’s absence.
I recalled the deliciousness of both Christophe and Joshua focused on me. Lars was young—long and lean—and I quivered with anticipation.
Oh, yes, he would do quite nicely.
Chapter 12
Evan’s fist came down on the mahogany desk so hard the room rattled. Ally trembled, her body chilling. Oh, she had gone too far. His eyes were glazed over with fire, his nostrils flaring. Tiny beads of sweat emerged on his forehead. His dusky full lips parted slightly, his jawline tight, the muscles in his neck tense.
Ally bit her bottom lip. Say something. Tell him you didn’t mean it. Do something, Ally, anything at all!
“You will what?” He glared at her.
She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that she would never do such a horrible thing, but no words emerged.
“I’m afraid I have no other choice than to put you under house arrest,” he said, his voice low and stern. “Clearly, you cannot be trusted.”
“Evan, I—”
“I do not want to hear it,” he said through gritted teeth. “To think for one minute I actually thought…”
“Thought what?”
“Never you mind. This conversation is over. And whatever this…thing is between us is also over. I shall begin searching for a suitable husband for you first thing in the morning.”
“What?” Ally clenched her fists. “You cannot be serious. I will not be forced into any marriage!”
“You will do as I say. I am responsible for you. And quite frankly, you are more than I can handle. I will foist you off on someone else so you’re no longer my problem.”
Raw anger pulsed within her. Ally’s skin tightened, and her heart surged. No. No. No. Absolutely not. She opened her mouth to speak, but again she was rendered mute. His harsh presence frightened her, and also aroused her. Oh, he was a formidable man, a man whose very existence could light fires.
“I wash my hands of this.” Evan walked from behind his desk and left his office.
Ally sank into a chair, her eyes misting with tears. Dear Lord, what have I done?
* * *
Later that night, Ally sat in her hotel room in Bath. She had waited until both Evan and Sophie had retired for the evening, and then she had sneaked to the stables and paid one of the servants handsomely to take her into the city. She would leave on the rail at first light and be in London by the afternoon. She had packed her best gowns, and if her plan went accordingly, within a few days she would be Mrs. Nathan Landon.
She munched on the roast beef and potatoes for which she’d paid dearly to get the cook out of bed after hours. She shouldn’t have bothered. The meat was dry and the potatoes were lumpy and soggy.
She hated how she had left things with Evan. He was high and mighty and controlling, but he didn’t deserve to be accused of rape. She would never have gone through with it. But now, because of her hasty words, she was facing a forced marriage. She was of age and could legally marry whomever she wished. Still, it would behoove her to find a husband before Evan’s plans fell into place. There was a ball tomorrow eve. Mr. Landon would no doubt be in attendance, and so would Ally.
She sighed. Once lunch rolled around tomorrow and she hadn’t surfaced, Sophie would begin making inquiries. Ally had thought of that however. She’d left a note on her pillow stating that she was spending the day out walking the estate and had taken a picnic lunch with her. It wouldn’t keep Sophie at bay for long, but no one would notice she was truly gone
until she didn’t come home for the evening meal, and by then it would be too late to get to London until the next day. Not a great plan, but she had been pressed for time.
She pushed the tray away. She really had no hunger.
Would Evan be able to forgive her hasty words? She bit her lip. Within a few days, she would be someone else’s problem, as he wished. And whatever had been between them would truly be over.
Her body still aching a bit from the bumps and bruises caused by the accident, Ally fell into bed.
* * *
Evan lay in bed, thoughts of Alexandra plaguing him. Every time he thought that perhaps he had been wrong about her, that he had misjudged her, she proved him wrong. Would she really accuse him of rape? She knew damned well that it hadn’t been rape. His father would likely disown him. Not that it mattered. He wouldn’t be inheriting anything of his father’s anyway, being a second son. Still, he loved his father, and the relationship meant a lot to him. He could not allow Alexandra to sour his father against him. He would find a suitable mate for her and have her out of all of their hair by the time his father and new wife returned.
But what would Iris think? She would hardly be pleased that he had married off one of her daughters while she was abroad. What to do? Alexandra would be the death of him. Mr. Nathan Landon seemed to be interested. Of course he was interested in any beautiful woman in a skirt. No way would he agree to marry Alexandra. Women had been trying to drag him to the altar for years, ever since he’d made his fortune, and not one had succeeded yet. Of course, Alexandra was in a league of her own. How could any man resist her? She had beauty, she had intelligence, she had cunning, she had passion, and she had fire… The woman had everything—everything that Evan wanted but had never thought he wanted, if that made any sense at all. Never in one million years had he imagined he would have any interest in a woman like Alexandra.
