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had of being watched during dinner, but that was no reason for her to forget all social etiquette and sit between Whitney’s parted thighs . It would be most improper. Scandalously so.
Then why was it also wickedly tempting?
Perhaps she had become wicked since her arrival at Whitney Park. Her behavior last night, touching and caressing herself until she trembled and quaked in the ecstasy of release, would certainly seem to indicate as much.
An ecstasy of pleasure Emily had been unable to put from her mind all day.
And to long for the time she could be alone in her bedchamber later tonight, so that she might see if she could stroke and caress her body to ecstasy again.
How much more pleasurable would it be to have Whitney’s hands and fingers giving her that same pleasure?
Her nipples tingled, engorging to hard and sensitive peaks, a moist heat flooding between her thighs, from only imagining it.
“As you will not come to me, I will come to you.”
“No…” Emily could only protest weakly as she watched Whitney place his brandy glass on the table beside him before standing.
“Yes.” He easily held her mesmerized gaze as he removed his jacket and placed it on the arm of his chair before crossing the room to stand behind her chair. “Sit forward a little. Good,” he murmured his approval as she slowly leaned forward. “Relax,” he instructed sternly.
Emily had tensed at the first touch of his hands against the exposed flesh at her nape, and it now took every effort of will to force that stiffness from her shoulders beneath the warmth of Whitney’s palms.
She let out a groan, neck arching, as his fingers began to knead and press into the tightness at her nape. It felt…wonderful. Whitney’s hands were so warm, and those long and elegant fingers dug into her tensed flesh with just the right amount of pressure; a fine line between pleasure and pain.
“The high neckline of your gown is impeding my progress.”
Emily let out a squeak of protest as Whitney unfastened the half-dozen buttons running the length of her gown, from her nape to her bottom. As she had no maid to assist her with dressing, Emily had made all her gowns in such a way as to enable her to fasten and unfasten the buttons herself.
Another pleasurable groan passed her lips as she once again felt Whitney’s fingers against the heat of her bared skin. Lower this time, the pressure now being exerted between her exposed shoulder blades.
Xander felt like letting out a groan himself, his cock having hardened painfully at the low and breathy sounds of Emily’s sighs and moans of pleasure. Her skin felt soft as velvet beneath the hard caress of his fingers, silky smooth and yielding above her chemise.
The vulnerability of her nape was mere inches away, a temptation Xander could no longer resist as he lowered his head to breathe in her perfume: lemons, flowers, and… His already hard cock began to throb in response to the womanly aroma of Emily’s arousal.
“What are you…” Emily broke off with a soft gasp as Xander pressed soft lips against the warmth of her exposed flesh.
Something he had been wanting to do for hours.
Looking at Emily aroused him.
Conversing with Emily aroused him.
Arguing with Emily aroused him.
The truth of the matter was, everything about this woman aroused him.
She was not as beautiful as many of the women he had bedded in the past. Her contrariness in arguing with him on almost every subject was also at odds with the obliging eagerness of those other women. Her determination to keep the mystery of her past to herself was decidedly irritating.
But her conversation was not only interesting but stimulating.
Those womanly curves even more so.
The huskiness of her laugh sent pleasure rushing straight to his cock.
Xander could not remember the last time he had wanted a woman as much as he wanted Emily. If he ever had…
His lips continued to explore the silk of her skin as his hands moved beneath her gown and
Then why was it also wickedly tempting?
Perhaps she had become wicked since her arrival at Whitney Park. Her behavior last night, touching and caressing herself until she trembled and quaked in the ecstasy of release, would certainly seem to indicate as much.
An ecstasy of pleasure Emily had been unable to put from her mind all day.
And to long for the time she could be alone in her bedchamber later tonight, so that she might see if she could stroke and caress her body to ecstasy again.
How much more pleasurable would it be to have Whitney’s hands and fingers giving her that same pleasure?
Her nipples tingled, engorging to hard and sensitive peaks, a moist heat flooding between her thighs, from only imagining it.
“As you will not come to me, I will come to you.”
“No…” Emily could only protest weakly as she watched Whitney place his brandy glass on the table beside him before standing.
“Yes.” He easily held her mesmerized gaze as he removed his jacket and placed it on the arm of his chair before crossing the room to stand behind her chair. “Sit forward a little. Good,” he murmured his approval as she slowly leaned forward. “Relax,” he instructed sternly.
Emily had tensed at the first touch of his hands against the exposed flesh at her nape, and it now took every effort of will to force that stiffness from her shoulders beneath the warmth of Whitney’s palms.
She let out a groan, neck arching, as his fingers began to knead and press into the tightness at her nape. It felt…wonderful. Whitney’s hands were so warm, and those long and elegant fingers dug into her tensed flesh with just the right amount of pressure; a fine line between pleasure and pain.
“The high neckline of your gown is impeding my progress.”
Emily let out a squeak of protest as Whitney unfastened the half-dozen buttons running the length of her gown, from her nape to her bottom. As she had no maid to assist her with dressing, Emily had made all her gowns in such a way as to enable her to fasten and unfasten the buttons herself.
Another pleasurable groan passed her lips as she once again felt Whitney’s fingers against the heat of her bared skin. Lower this time, the pressure now being exerted between her exposed shoulder blades.
Xander felt like letting out a groan himself, his cock having hardened painfully at the low and breathy sounds of Emily’s sighs and moans of pleasure. Her skin felt soft as velvet beneath the hard caress of his fingers, silky smooth and yielding above her chemise.
The vulnerability of her nape was mere inches away, a temptation Xander could no longer resist as he lowered his head to breathe in her perfume: lemons, flowers, and… His already hard cock began to throb in response to the womanly aroma of Emily’s arousal.
“What are you…” Emily broke off with a soft gasp as Xander pressed soft lips against the warmth of her exposed flesh.
Something he had been wanting to do for hours.
Looking at Emily aroused him.
Conversing with Emily aroused him.
Arguing with Emily aroused him.
The truth of the matter was, everything about this woman aroused him.
She was not as beautiful as many of the women he had bedded in the past. Her contrariness in arguing with him on almost every subject was also at odds with the obliging eagerness of those other women. Her determination to keep the mystery of her past to herself was decidedly irritating.
But her conversation was not only interesting but stimulating.
Those womanly curves even more so.
The huskiness of her laugh sent pleasure rushing straight to his cock.
Xander could not remember the last time he had wanted a woman as much as he wanted Emily. If he ever had…
His lips continued to explore the silk of her skin as his hands moved beneath her gown and
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