Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
After a few moments, Portia moved away from him and toward Donovan, who was watching with a strange mix of desire and envy. He approached her without hesitation, reaching out to cup her breasts as Nigel had done. His touch was different—softer, yet just as enticing.
He lowered his head to suck at her breast, his tongue circling her nipple with an urgency that echoed Portia’s own desire. He moved his hands over her bare skin while his mouth worked its magic on her sensitive nipple.
Portia gave herself up to the pleasure, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she threaded her fingers through Donovan’s hair. The need that radiated off both men was intoxicating, their gazes darkened by lust as they watched her reactions.
Nigel was the first to move again, standing to press himself against her back while Donovan continued to lavish attention on her flesh.
“Please,” she said breathlessly. “Both of you suck me together.”
Obliging, the men moved to either side of her, each taking a breast in their hands and mouth. Portia was lost in a sea of sensation as they both sucked and teased her nipples. The sight of Donovan and Nigel, two powerful men kneeling before her, pleasuring her with such intent, was incredibly arousing.
Feeling bold, she cradled the backs of their heads, pressing them closer into her chest. Nigel groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin, and Donovan echoed the sentiment, his teeth nipping lightly at her hardened peak.
The sight of these strong men so engrossed in pleasing her sent her reeling. Their concentrated focus had Portia’s pulse racing, a heat spreading through her core. As they continued to tease and suck her nipples, she writhed between them, desiring more.
However, she pulled away from them reluctantly. She stood breathless for a moment, looking at them both with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Dearest Portia,” Nigel said, his voice husky and low. “Might we look at your lovely cunny?”
The Perils of Portia will continue…
20
How titillating! While Thomas had lavished attention on her nipples, she hadn’t been able to use her mouth on him.
Tricia hid the papers away again inside her valise.
Surely she’d be able to put Thomas in her mouth at some point. Lady Portia had done so, yet she hadn’t done the deed with either of her suitors.
But goodness… Two men!
The idea had merit on paper, but it was certainly unseemly, and Tricia had no interest. She wanted only Thomas.
As luck would have it, when Lily had escorted her to her bedchamber, Katrina was not there. Trudy was, and she said that Katrina had gone with Lady Clementine to have tea with the countess, and they hadn’t yet returned.
“I shall return at seven to help you dress for dinner,” Trudy had said.
“That would be lovely, Trudy. Thank you.”
“Do you require anything more at this time?”
“Not that I can think of.” Then her stomach let out a growl. She had missed tea. “Perhaps a light meal, Trudy.”
“Right away, my lady.” Trudy curtsied quickly and left the bedchamber.
That was when Tricia got out the next episode of The Perils of Portia.
A soft knock on the door alerted Tricia to Trudy’s presence once again. She brought in a tray containing two scones, clotted cream, and delicious-looking marmalade along with a small pot of tea.
“Thank you, Trudy.”
“Of course.” She curtsied again.
When Tricia was alone once more, she broke the scone and spread clotted cream on one half, marmalade on the other. She took a bite and ended up eating it quickly. She was so very hungry.
Goodness, what she and Thomas had done certainly worked up a healthy appetite.
She poured herself some tea, added just a soupçon of milk, and took a sip, letting the warmth float over her tongue.
When she finished, she went back to The Perils of Portia.
THE RUBY
THE PERILS OF PORTIA
Episode Eleven
In Which Portia Bares Herself Completely
“Indeed you may,” Portia replied, her eyes dancing with mischief as she stepped away from them to stand in the middle of the room. Raising her hands to her hips, Portia began to ease down her skirt, her movements slow and sensual as she let the heavy fabric pool around her feet. She stepped out of the circle of cloth, leaving herself completely bare before them.
The sight of her naked form had both men inhaling sharply, their eyes roving over every inch of her. Her skin was pale and unblemished, catching the light from the candles scattered around the room.
Nigel was the first to break out of his stunned silence. He moved toward her, reaching out a hand to tentatively trace his fingers along the curve of her hip.
Meanwhile, Donovan couldn’t tear his gaze from the juncture between her thighs, an area that was previously hidden by clothing now laid bare for him to admire. Portia shifted under their intense gazes, a shiver running down her body at their blatant admiration. Her breath hitched in her throat when Nigel slid his hand around her waist to caress the small of her back. His touch was electrifying, causing goosebumps to rise along her skin.