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years and
eccentric tastes, she had instructed him in order to gain favor.
He was
not one to brag, but over the years, his lady companions complimented him on
his length, girth, and how he used his tongue. While such comments pleased him,
they did not do a thing for the loneliness occupying his days of late. He did
not like the feeling of being used, and while once upon a time he would not
have cared, now life had changed significantly.
However,
all of his thoughts these days focused around Emily. She made him burn.
Nathaniel would have his arse if he knew of the
sinful thoughts Charles had about his sister.
Avonlea
stopped outside of his townhouse. His doorman opened the door. “Edward,” he
called out to his butler. “Once I leave, please have a change of clothing
brought over to the Marquess of Stoughton’s manor. I was hoping to be home today,
but the marchioness seems to have other plans.”
“Certainly,
sir. For how many days do you expect to be gone?”
“One,
maybe two at the latest?”
“Very
well, I will have Brandon deliver the items himself after your departure.”
Avonlea
turned to leave just as his butler called, “This came in for you earlier. It
has his grace’s emblem on it. I think you should read it right away.”
Christ . What does he want now? He broke
the wax seal and opened the vellum.
You will stay away
from her. If you do not cease your harassment, I will ensure all measures will
be taken to secure you. Permanently.
She. Is. Mine.
His grace,
Richard William
Waite, the third Duke of Downsbury
Charles
crumpled the paper and tossed it to his butler. “Hastings, the next time you
receive a missive from his grace, do us all a favor and destroy the damned thing
immediately. I am not easily intimidated, and I will not stand for it.” I
would rather spend time in Newgate for assaulting the
duke before submitting to idle threats.
Slamming
his chamber door shut and coming out of clothes, he stood by the washstand,
conveniently stationed near his bedroom window. Standing stark raving naked,
washing his hands and his face, he began to think of Emily. Again. His cock
swelled, and his thoughts drifted to her gown the other night.
The
way the silk had caressed her maidenly curves. The swell of her small, but
perfect breasts revealed she did not need a corset in the least. Easy access.
Perfect. Her beautiful, wavy red hair falling just above them. Sweeping to and
fro, enticing the male eye, and making his blood rush fast and hard.
The
earl caressed his thick, hard cock and pumped.
A noticeable pink swept across her cheeks and down her neck. Would
the rest of her body be pink with arousal? Rosy and pert nipples responded to
the flicks of his tongue, a moan of delight rising from her throat as he worked
between her thighs, lapping up her very essence.
He
could barely maintain his stance without using his left hand to grip the washstand.
He was so close to release.
He would swipe his tongue until she loosed all her juices.
Dripping, sopping, glorious honey. He would rise above her and fuck her until
she cried out his name. Charles. Charles.
Breathless
and mindless, Avonlea came. Jets of his seed hit the side the basin as he tried
to regain control of his own passion. The woman drove him mad, and she had not
the faintest idea of what she did to him. Perhaps he should tell her and see
what her reaction would be.
Would
she run, or would she embrace him? But they would never be as long as her
mother was in the picture. And there was not a damned thing he could do about
it.
Using the water from the washstand, he cleaned up
any evidence of his release and changed his clothes. Vauxhall would be
interesting, and he would be lucky if he survived being in the same carriage
with her.
* * * *
Emily
hummed for most of the ride to Vauxhall in the carriage, while her
sister-in-law prattled on about the twins. She and his lordship laughed at the
fact that her brother had stayed
eccentric tastes, she had instructed him in order to gain favor.
He was
not one to brag, but over the years, his lady companions complimented him on
his length, girth, and how he used his tongue. While such comments pleased him,
they did not do a thing for the loneliness occupying his days of late. He did
not like the feeling of being used, and while once upon a time he would not
have cared, now life had changed significantly.
However,
all of his thoughts these days focused around Emily. She made him burn.
Nathaniel would have his arse if he knew of the
sinful thoughts Charles had about his sister.
Avonlea
stopped outside of his townhouse. His doorman opened the door. “Edward,” he
called out to his butler. “Once I leave, please have a change of clothing
brought over to the Marquess of Stoughton’s manor. I was hoping to be home today,
but the marchioness seems to have other plans.”
“Certainly,
sir. For how many days do you expect to be gone?”
“One,
maybe two at the latest?”
“Very
well, I will have Brandon deliver the items himself after your departure.”
Avonlea
turned to leave just as his butler called, “This came in for you earlier. It
has his grace’s emblem on it. I think you should read it right away.”
Christ . What does he want now? He broke
the wax seal and opened the vellum.
You will stay away
from her. If you do not cease your harassment, I will ensure all measures will
be taken to secure you. Permanently.
She. Is. Mine.
His grace,
Richard William
Waite, the third Duke of Downsbury
Charles
crumpled the paper and tossed it to his butler. “Hastings, the next time you
receive a missive from his grace, do us all a favor and destroy the damned thing
immediately. I am not easily intimidated, and I will not stand for it.” I
would rather spend time in Newgate for assaulting the
duke before submitting to idle threats.
Slamming
his chamber door shut and coming out of clothes, he stood by the washstand,
conveniently stationed near his bedroom window. Standing stark raving naked,
washing his hands and his face, he began to think of Emily. Again. His cock
swelled, and his thoughts drifted to her gown the other night.
The
way the silk had caressed her maidenly curves. The swell of her small, but
perfect breasts revealed she did not need a corset in the least. Easy access.
Perfect. Her beautiful, wavy red hair falling just above them. Sweeping to and
fro, enticing the male eye, and making his blood rush fast and hard.
The
earl caressed his thick, hard cock and pumped.
A noticeable pink swept across her cheeks and down her neck. Would
the rest of her body be pink with arousal? Rosy and pert nipples responded to
the flicks of his tongue, a moan of delight rising from her throat as he worked
between her thighs, lapping up her very essence.
He
could barely maintain his stance without using his left hand to grip the washstand.
He was so close to release.
He would swipe his tongue until she loosed all her juices.
Dripping, sopping, glorious honey. He would rise above her and fuck her until
she cried out his name. Charles. Charles.
Breathless
and mindless, Avonlea came. Jets of his seed hit the side the basin as he tried
to regain control of his own passion. The woman drove him mad, and she had not
the faintest idea of what she did to him. Perhaps he should tell her and see
what her reaction would be.
Would
she run, or would she embrace him? But they would never be as long as her
mother was in the picture. And there was not a damned thing he could do about
it.
Using the water from the washstand, he cleaned up
any evidence of his release and changed his clothes. Vauxhall would be
interesting, and he would be lucky if he survived being in the same carriage
with her.
* * * *
Emily
hummed for most of the ride to Vauxhall in the carriage, while her
sister-in-law prattled on about the twins. She and his lordship laughed at the
fact that her brother had stayed
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