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closer, Myles kissed him. Fucking became grinding and Myles wanted the moment to go on forever.
George gripped Myles’ hair and roughly jerked his cock with the other hand. The ache and pressure built inside Myles as he felt George’s control slip. A few short thrusts and Myles felt George’s climax. The soft moans got lost as they kissed. George’s hand began on Myles’ shaft again. The merciless tugging made Myles yield in every way, shaking as he let the release possess him. George’s tense shoulders finally easing was the only clue. Myles held him tight. There was no rush to let go.
* * * * *
F ive hours later, George sat in his drawing room with Myles and George’s man of business who’d just arrived from the country. As the other two went over the details of Myles’ estate, George thought about the morning. They’d both suffered in the absence yet George had his stability to fall back on. The same house, servants, and even his brother had been there to take his mind off his broken heart. Meanwhile, Myles had been in a foreign environment at sea, surrounded by death, and while he had access to sex, Myles had desperately missed the one man he loved. Something in the way Myles talked of the navy told George it wasn’t his choice.
They had so much to discuss when things were sorted out. George longed to catch up on pointless stories of what happened while they walked the gardens on his estate. Here and now, Claire still slept nearly twenty hours a day. The doctor, while encouraged, recommended they not move her anytime soon. That was good news to George, all the more justification to keep her here—not that it would stand up to a husband’s legal rights.
A knock on the door made the men turn. Davis stepped inside. “Lord Philips is in the library, my lord. I have the valets armed on the second floor.”
“Thank you, Davis. I’ll be right there.” George buttoned his jacket.
“I’ll go,” Myles said.
“No! Let’s not make more of this than is necessary. I’ll try to get rid of him first.” George patted Myles on the shoulder.
Heading out, he walked slowly to the library. It was an impertinent move from Philips. The men hadn’t been properly introduced the night of the ball and had never met before. They traveled in different circles. George was proud of that. For a baron to turn up at an earl’s home without an invitation was a clear step out of bounds.
“Philips, I don’t remember inviting you to my home. I don’t appreciate the interruption. I have a great deal of business to deal with while in London.” George went in with disdain.
“Forgive the imposition, my lord. I simply wanted to inquire about my wife, since she’s such good friends with your family.” The short, sour-looking man barely bowed. While he appeared sober, his general appearance was undesirable. Even if George’s taste didn’t run to the masculine, he’d seen why Philips would have had to buy a wife.
“Your wife? Why would you inquire here? She’s your affair.” George kept his distance and watched Philips carefully.
“I think your brother showed more interest in her than as an old friend.” Philips stood.
“Very true, he was interested in the information she possessed. I need to speak to Mr. Harris about his estate.” George had to lie fast and smoothly.
“I’m sure you’ll have a very happy reunion. He’s been quite the pest wanting to see her,” Philips grumbled.
“I only need to see him so my man can inform Harris and transfer certain things over, the sooner the better. The imposition has gone on long enough.” George looked down his nose at the squat figure of a man.
“Very true. It’s been over a year. Blasted navy. You have my sympathies there. Your lordship has been far more charitable than I would’ve been. That’s all you claim my wife was telling your brother?” Philips’ eyes narrowed.
“You doubt my brother’s word? Are you questioning mine?” George stiffened his
George gripped Myles’ hair and roughly jerked his cock with the other hand. The ache and pressure built inside Myles as he felt George’s control slip. A few short thrusts and Myles felt George’s climax. The soft moans got lost as they kissed. George’s hand began on Myles’ shaft again. The merciless tugging made Myles yield in every way, shaking as he let the release possess him. George’s tense shoulders finally easing was the only clue. Myles held him tight. There was no rush to let go.
* * * * *
F ive hours later, George sat in his drawing room with Myles and George’s man of business who’d just arrived from the country. As the other two went over the details of Myles’ estate, George thought about the morning. They’d both suffered in the absence yet George had his stability to fall back on. The same house, servants, and even his brother had been there to take his mind off his broken heart. Meanwhile, Myles had been in a foreign environment at sea, surrounded by death, and while he had access to sex, Myles had desperately missed the one man he loved. Something in the way Myles talked of the navy told George it wasn’t his choice.
They had so much to discuss when things were sorted out. George longed to catch up on pointless stories of what happened while they walked the gardens on his estate. Here and now, Claire still slept nearly twenty hours a day. The doctor, while encouraged, recommended they not move her anytime soon. That was good news to George, all the more justification to keep her here—not that it would stand up to a husband’s legal rights.
A knock on the door made the men turn. Davis stepped inside. “Lord Philips is in the library, my lord. I have the valets armed on the second floor.”
“Thank you, Davis. I’ll be right there.” George buttoned his jacket.
“I’ll go,” Myles said.
“No! Let’s not make more of this than is necessary. I’ll try to get rid of him first.” George patted Myles on the shoulder.
Heading out, he walked slowly to the library. It was an impertinent move from Philips. The men hadn’t been properly introduced the night of the ball and had never met before. They traveled in different circles. George was proud of that. For a baron to turn up at an earl’s home without an invitation was a clear step out of bounds.
“Philips, I don’t remember inviting you to my home. I don’t appreciate the interruption. I have a great deal of business to deal with while in London.” George went in with disdain.
“Forgive the imposition, my lord. I simply wanted to inquire about my wife, since she’s such good friends with your family.” The short, sour-looking man barely bowed. While he appeared sober, his general appearance was undesirable. Even if George’s taste didn’t run to the masculine, he’d seen why Philips would have had to buy a wife.
“Your wife? Why would you inquire here? She’s your affair.” George kept his distance and watched Philips carefully.
“I think your brother showed more interest in her than as an old friend.” Philips stood.
“Very true, he was interested in the information she possessed. I need to speak to Mr. Harris about his estate.” George had to lie fast and smoothly.
“I’m sure you’ll have a very happy reunion. He’s been quite the pest wanting to see her,” Philips grumbled.
“I only need to see him so my man can inform Harris and transfer certain things over, the sooner the better. The imposition has gone on long enough.” George looked down his nose at the squat figure of a man.
“Very true. It’s been over a year. Blasted navy. You have my sympathies there. Your lordship has been far more charitable than I would’ve been. That’s all you claim my wife was telling your brother?” Philips’ eyes narrowed.
“You doubt my brother’s word? Are you questioning mine?” George stiffened his
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