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by Sabrina Darby




  On These Silken Sheets

  Sabrina Darby

  To my amazing beta-reader sister…

  and to my husband. I never wrote erotic romance before you.

  Contents

  Part I

  Against the Wall

  Chapter One

  Some things never change, Carolina thought as she pressed up…

  Chapter Two

  Henry stepped into the noise of the ballroom in a…

  Chapter Three

  Carolina was grateful that her governess had forced her to…

  Chapter Four

  An hour later, Henry stepped into the dimly lit warren…

  Chapter Five

  The Hargreaves townhouse in Berkeley Square had been the home…

  Chapter Six

  Much later, Henry reluctantly withdrew from her body. She was…

  Chapter Seven

  Sometime in the morning, her maid entered the room and…

  Chapter Eight

  The Emerson house glittered like the crown jewels. And as…

  Chapter Nine

  Henry left her with Agathe, grateful that her aunt was…

  Chapter Ten

  Agathe examined her critically when Carolina finally returned to the…

  Chapter Eleven

  You never came,” Lady Islington complained, rapping her fan on…

  Chapter Twelve

  When he came to her that night, Carolina was waiting…

  Chapter Thirteen

  At the Huxley ball they met in the conservatory, and…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Carolina’s days and nights developed a pattern. Sometime in the…

  Chapter Fifteen

  One afternoon, Carolina went for a drive in the park…

  Chapter Sixteen

  Do you want him?” Henry asked, one long finger engulfed…

  Chapter Seventeen

  Something changed between them that night, and they were both…

  Chapter Eighteen

  Henry told himself he didn’t feel guilty. He did feel,…

  Chapter Nineteen

  They climbed a staircase and entered what in a respectable…

  Chapter Twenty

  She wasn’t at any of the balls the following evening.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  When Carolina woke up, hours later, Henry was gone. She…

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Carolina clutched at the teacup. The delicate brew had managed…

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  That evening, watching Carolina dance with Oakley twice in a…

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  When the bright white light of morning burned across Henry’s…

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Congratulations, Hargreaves,” Henry greeted Alistair an hour later at White’s.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  If the devil was on his shoulder, the devil wanted…

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  The day was hot for early June, but as the…

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Agathe insisted on still attending the ball at the Vadebakers’…

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Henry circled the ballroom. There was never a moment when…

  Chapter Thirty

  As she slipped from the ballroom, Carolina told herself she…

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Agathe is right. We can’t do this again,” Carolina whispered,…

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  It was still early when he arrived at the club.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Walking away from Henry was the hardest thing she had…

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Gina’s naked buttocks faced him like two halves of a…

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Jack had not wanted to let him in. But ten…

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  When he crushed his lips to hers, Carolina let him.

  Epilogue

  The library in Henry’s Yorkshire estate was not particularly large,…

  Part II

  The Education of Lord Oakley

  Prologue

  All of London, or at least the ton, has descended…

  Chapter One

  An atypical sneer curling his lips, Oakley recalled the stanza…

  Chapter Two

  What exactly is Harridan House?” Maggie Coswell asked in a…

  Chapter Three

  Through the window of the unmarked carriage, Maggie observed the…

  Chapter Four

  Oakley had never in his life imagined such decadence. Within…

  Chapter Five

  He wore one of those silly masks, merely a swath…

  Chapter Six

  For the first time in years, Oakley felt ruled by…

  Chapter Seven

  Maggie didn’t want to move. Her body ached in every…

  Chapter Eight

  Where were you, Mama?” the young voice demanded accusingly. In…

  Chapter Nine

  All the way home, a thought nagged at Oakley that…

  Chapter Ten

  Tell me all,” Diana insisted. Maggie shied away from her…

  Chapter Eleven

  Later that night, at a soiree in the respectable home…

  Chapter Twelve

  I want you to kiss every inch of me, my…

  Chapter Thirteen

  This was ridiculous, Oakley thought as he stroked himself to…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Come, my lord,” Sir Robert chided him. “Surely one of…

  Chapter Fifteen

  Maggie studied the Etruscan vase. She had never seen so…

  Chapter Sixteen

  So silly to be nervous, Maggie thought as she waited…

  Chapter Seventeen

  Hours later, Oakley slid from the nestled heat of her…

  Chapter Eighteen

  When he arrived the next evening, earlier than their arranged…

  Chapter Nineteen

  Oakley’s days split in two: the respectable, conscientious lord by…

  Chapter Twenty

  But who would ever arouse him as Amphitrite did?

  Chapter Twenty-One

  There he was. Across the room, standing amongst a group…

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  His ardor stoked to a boiling point, Oakley left the…

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  She’d refused him. No explanation, nothing. She merely asked him…

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  New undergarments will not cure my mood,” Maggie warned direly,…

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  When Maggie ran into Lord Oakley again, at an even…

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  He’d planned well. The small flat was in an out-of-the-way…

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Your brother won’t be sent to Venezuela, then?” Maggie asked,…

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  I’m having a dinner party,” Diana announced the moment she…

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  From the street, Diana’s townhouse glowed with candlelight, and for…

  Chapter Thirty

  The following day, Oakley called on her as if his…

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Oakley stopped thinking and simply followed his instincts. He knew…

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  It was perverse, Oakley knew, but his mother’s words made…

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Sitting on the stairs of his house, fully dressed for…

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Five days after she sent Oakley the note, Maggie believed…

  Chap
ter Thirty-Five

  Harridan House remained unchanged, Madame Rouge’s boudoir as well.

  Part III

  Roses Are Rouge

  Chapter One

  It was nearly pitch black in the narrow, shrub-lined walk,…

  Chapter Two

  Really, Jas, you should come up to London more often,”…

  Chapter Three

  They walked in silence back to the boxes. She was…

  Chapter Four

  We had a bet,” Daniel revealed, when Jason appeared again…

  Chapter Five

  Diana was still in bed and nursing her cup of…

  Chapter Six

  Jason sent the flowers early in the morning, knowing it…

  Chapter Seven

  After the flowers, Diana knew he would call. But Lord…

  Chapter Eight

  Why should one experience have left her feeling so changed?

  Chapter Nine

  Earnestina had decided, at the very last minute, that she…

  Chapter Ten

  That’s a very nice brandy.” Jason held up his glass…

  Chapter Eleven

  Earnestina and Lord Ashburton were perched in the race stand,…

  Chapter Twelve

  The day was hot, the crowds large, noisy and raucous.

  Chapter Thirteen

  In the early evening, Jason walked up the steps of…

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was as if Jason had merely been a figment…

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rotterdean was a pleasant little village that had grown up…

  Chapter Sixteen

  There was a card assembly at Tilt’s, and even though…

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jason walked away from her because it was the only…

  Chapter Eighteen

  She found Earnestina still sitting at the card table, as…

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jason saw her the next day in the Steine, sitting…

  Chapter Twenty

  Over the next week, there was not another moment that…

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The following day, they made a party of it to…

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  It was dark—midnight dark—and he hadn’t stripped down to his…

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Swimming naked?” Diana laughed. Jason was willing to tell her…

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Nothing was negligible, Diana decided later that evening as she…

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Despite the long day, despite the hours of dancing, sleep…

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Jason could not forget the image of Diana standing on…

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  When the maid brought her the card bearing his name,…

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Later that evening, hours later, when the house felt stifling…

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Jason was kissing her. Diana knew it intellectually, although she…

  Chapter Thirty

  The brawl had happened rather fast and now that it…

  Chapter Thirty-One

  I’ m sorry, Diana.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Jason returned to Brighton. He was no longer angry. How…

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Out of the not particularly companionable silence, Mary finally spoke.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Diana accepted Maggie’s invitation to join her and Oakley for…

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Perhaps we should take advantage of this and enjoy a…

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Jason was in Bath because his mother was in Bath…

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Diana slept poorly and then lay in bed late in…

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  That evening, lounging in Oakley’s study after dinner, Jason wished…

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  He needed to speak to her, to get her alone,…

  Part IV

  A Maid for the Taking

  Chapter One

  She was watching him again. The woman said she didn’t…

  Chapter Two

  George!” Robert didn’t need to look to know it was…

  Chapter Three

  Good evening, my lady,” Lucy greeted Diana, Lady Blount, as…

  Chapter Four

  Robert left Molineaux’s house late in the evening, slightly drunk…

  Chapter Five

  It was not Lucy’s first kiss, but when upon entering…

  Chapter Six

  Robert stayed within her until he hardened and grew. That…

  Chapter Seven

  With Sir Robert gone, Lucy once more put on her…

  Chapter Eight

  Could he have achieved a greater contrast if he had…

  Chapter Nine

  As far as Lucy knew, Sir Robert did not have…

  Chapter Ten

  Walking through Mr. Clarke’s warehouse, viewing the bolts of silk, the…

  Chapter Eleven

  Lucy was in Madame Rouge’s dressing room, mending a small…

  Chapter Twelve

  Sleepily, Lucy peered at him. The morning light peeked through…

  Chapter Thirteen

  The bedroom was dim—dimmer than usual. Lucy hardly expected Lady…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Maneuvering his curricle through the busy streets on his way…

  Chapter Fifteen

  He kept her in his house for two days. They…

  Chapter Sixteen

  The following day, Robert’s secretary informed him that rooms had…

  Chapter Seventeen

  Robert felt like a thief letting himself in to the…

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lucy dreaded seeing her sister. She paid a boy on…

  Chapter Nineteen

  Robert sent flowers to Miss Clarke. As Clarissa had said,…

  Chapter Twenty

  It took Lucy a good portion of the morning to…

  Chapter Twenty-One

  For two weeks Lucy had been his mistress. Two very…

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  There was something distasteful about leaving Lucy’s bed in order…

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Penny Partridge’s sitting room was pink and white with lace…

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Dammit!” Lucy cried out, as she stuck her scalp with…

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  The weeks flew by, lulling Lucy into a sense of…

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Lucy put the conversation off for three days, but when…

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  The necklace was exquisite. Lucy had seen jewels glittering off…

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  By the end of February, Lucy knew it was time…

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Lucy went the next day to tell Mary. But even…

  Chapter Thirty

  It was ridiculous how unburdened he felt. No more searching…

  Chapter Thirty-One

  She had nothing to wear. She was getting married in…

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  The three weeks that passed played tricks with Lucy’s sense…

  Part V

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  PART I

  Against the Wall

  Chapter One

  Some things never change, Carolina thought as she pressed up against the wall of the library, obscured by shadows and long, voluminous draperies. She might be eighteen, in London, and at her first ball ever, but she was still stuck in the ignoble position of watching Henry Bosworth make love to another woman merely ten feet from where she hid.

  He was older, of course. The mouth that now k
issed the unknown woman’s neck was that of a man and no longer a youth. And just as she had six years ago, watching his well-formed hands clutching a round bottom through layers of clothing, she imagined those hands on her.

  A pause in the lady’s moans drew Carolina’s gaze upward. With a silent gasp, she flattened herself further against the unyielding wall.

  Bosworth stared straight at her, a small smile curving his lips. Though the light in the room was dim, she knew his eyes would be green, that murky green that reminded her of marshes and ancient deities.

  He murmured something to the woman in his arms and the lady laughed, her bejeweled fingers tsking at him, even as she broke away. He followed her to the door, kissing her yet again, and then closed it behind her.

 

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