Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 127368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
His eyes so close, we could give butterfly kisses, he said low, “Never going to stop.”
“Never,” I whispered.
“Never,” he vowed.
We stared into each other’s eyes, feeling those words, both of us. I knew it. Feeling it deep into our hearts and guts and the marrow of our bones.
We did this until, abruptly, he ordered a commanding, “Come.”
To my shock, instantly, I came, pushing my face in his throat and gasping.
He sunk his teeth into my shoulder, causing a further ripple in my climax as he snarled his own.
Needless to say, it was after dinner.
Everyone loved my orange cake, even Richard, who took his first bite and couldn’t hide his pleasure.
Naturally, Daniel had a hefty stock of condoms, and both brothers slipping out while we had after dinner drinks in the Wine Room, he gave Ian and I a full box.
And dinner had been a disaster, but we all pretended it wasn’t.
Ian waited until our breathing had slowed before he lifted me off his dick and set me to the floor, but still kept me pressed into the wall, which was good. My legs were happy stands of jelly.
I still had my arms around him, and I slid one hand into his thick, soft, luscious hair and said, “I must say, milord, you’re one seriously great fuck.”
His head twitched, and then he pressed me into the wall and roared with laughter.
I lay on his bed on my belly, naked.
Ian slid a hand up the back of my thigh to my ass as he slid his lips up my spine.
Then at my ear, he noted, “You’re upset she forgave him.”
Earlier, when Ian and I left our room to belatedly go to cocktails, we ran into Portia and Daniel coming out onto the landing from the northeast hall.
Portia looked like me, swollen lips, hazy gaze, in happy la-la land of a recent orgasm.
Daniel looked relieved and chuffed with himself.
I’d claimed my sister by hooking my arm in hers and walking down the stairs with her in front of Ian and Daniel.
“All right?” I whispered.
“We talked it out,” she whispered back and then gave me a radiant smile.
Daniel might be an idiot, but he was good at one thing, I could see.
But…damn.
We hit the Wine Room to Richard’s hypercritical glance that we were all twenty minutes late.
And one could say that Portia and Daniel might be over it, but I wasn’t, nor were Richard and especially Lady Jane. She was so cool to her youngest son, it could have frosted the windows. And Daniel might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but it was so obvious, even in his bad-boy-forgiven mood, he didn’t miss it.
The night went to shit from there, alternating between awkward silence, stilted conversation, and Lady Jane doting (in her own inimitable way) on Ian, me as well as Portia, to the obvious exclusion of Daniel.
But at least we’d scored a box of condoms from the affair, of which we’d already used two.
I turned my head to look at him. “I don’t want to talk about Portia and Daniel.”
“Just assure me you’re okay and I’ll drop it.”
God, I liked this guy.
“I’m okay, baby,” I told him softly.
He kissed me.
I turned so he could do it pressed up against me.
When he released my mouth, he said, “So about these dreams,” while skimming his hand down my side, then up, and curling it to trail his knuckles along the side of my breast.
I shivered and replied, “Well, Augustus might have been frolicking with his children, but Adelaide was reminiscing about him going down on her that morning, fucking her on the dining table, eating her out in a dark parlor at some ball, and fucking her ass bent over his desk in the study in their room.”
He grinned and rubbed his thumb over my nipple.
I trembled and pressed tighter to him.
“You have quite the imagination,” he remarked. “But I can confirm he went there. How he referenced it was ‘your darkest secret, my dearest, that I treasure and only I can invade.’”
Sounded like it.
“Have you memorized their letters?”
“Pretty much. I discovered them when I was fifteen.”
“Randy, teenage soon-to-be earl, I can see it,” I quipped.
He smoothed his hand down my belly and curled it in at his destination.
I gasped.
“Randy, indeed,” he murmured.
I rocked into his fingers.
“Leg over my hip, sweetheart,” he ordered.
I did as told.
“I want you in my mouth,” I requested.
He put his lips to mine and said, “Later.”
“You can do this while I do that.”
“I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.”
“Ian—”
He kissed me, effectively silencing me.
He then concentrated.
And I was glad.
With a low grunt, Ian came in my mouth.
I swallowed it down.
I licked and sucked him until the tension left his body, and I looked up at him sprawled on his bed, head and shoulders to the headboard, gaze hooded and on me.