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Authors: Cheryl Holt
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will; I will."
She dropped her hand, and his expression brightened at the sight of her breasts. For once, her hint registered. He chuckled and glanced down the corridor to ensure they were alone.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Lavinia."
"Do you think so?"
"I've wanted to tell you, but I hated to seem too forward."
"I don't find you forward, at all. In fact, you've been a total gentleman." "Have I?" "Yes."
"I can be naughty, though." "Can you?"
"Would you like me to show you what I mean?" "Oh, yes."
As she stepped back to allow him entrance, she tamped down a triumphant grin. There wasn't a man alive who could resist her, and Charles Prescott was no exception. He'd just needed a little prodding.
After a few tumbles in her bed, wedding bells would chime. She could practically hear herself being addressed as Countess of Kettering, and at the notion she was quivering with glee.
"Would you like a brandy?" she asked.
"No, thank you. I'll be too busy." "I was hoping you'd say that." "Why fool around? When I see something I want, I like to seize it immediately." "So do I."
He reached out and caressed her breast, and her nipples leapt to attention, which surprised her. Usually, she loathed carnal contact and couldn't warm to male advances. Maybe with Charles, she would ascertain what had so many women tittering behind their fans. She still didn't know. As far as she was concerned, sex was a lot of sweating and grinding that held no appeal whatsoever.
Would Charles Prescott ignite the spark that had been missing?
She led him into her bedchamber, then turned to face him, and she preened, not doubting for a second that she looked fabulous.
He smiled. "Very nice, Lavinia. Very nice, indeed."
"For you, Charles. All for you."
"I just love a generous woman."
He tugged at the straps of her negligee, yanking them down so that the bodice drooped to expose her bosom. He inspected her, his gaze keen and enthused, then he snuggled her to him, and he dipped down to suck on her nipple. The move excited her in a way she'd never been before, and she cradled him closer, urging him to feast.
He taunted and played until her knees were weak, so she eased onto the bed, and drew him down with her. They tumbled together in a swirl of arms and legs, and he paused to trace his thumb across her lips.
"You have the most fascinating mouth."
"Yes, I do," she agreed.
"I wonder if you have any good uses for it."
"Oh, yes, darling. I know a very interesting one that I'm positive you'll enjoy."
She smirked. Horatio had been a rutting bull, who'd forced her to learn many disgusting deeds, which was now a benefit as she seduced various lovers to her schemes. She could do any ghastly thing without revealing her level of revulsion. When she performed fellatio, men were putty in her hands—poor, malleable Robert being the prime example.
Charles assessed her in a curious manner, waiting for her to proceed. He reclined on the pillow, and for a moment, he appeared bored and cynical, as if her low behavior was what he'd been expecting all along.
Which couldn't be right, and she frowned. Apparently, he wasn't sufficiently titillated, and she had to try harder.
She scooted down his body until she was directly over his crotch, and she unbuttoned his trousers, baring him and pumping him with her fist. His cock was firm and rigid, ready to be pleasured, and giving no hint of his advanced age.
With great determination, she licked him from base to tip, over and over, the suspense building, until finally, she glided over the crown. He sighed with contentment, which spurred her on, and quickly, he was at the edge. He clutched at her neck, and he let go, his hot seed spewing into her throat, and she swallowed it down.
Feeling smug and satisfied, she nibbled up his torso. She was prepared for praise and gratitude, but to her horror, he was evaluating her blandly, and she was rattled by his lack of appreciation.
She scowled. "What is it?"
"I take it that
She dropped her hand, and his expression brightened at the sight of her breasts. For once, her hint registered. He chuckled and glanced down the corridor to ensure they were alone.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Lavinia."
"Do you think so?"
"I've wanted to tell you, but I hated to seem too forward."
"I don't find you forward, at all. In fact, you've been a total gentleman." "Have I?" "Yes."
"I can be naughty, though." "Can you?"
"Would you like me to show you what I mean?" "Oh, yes."
As she stepped back to allow him entrance, she tamped down a triumphant grin. There wasn't a man alive who could resist her, and Charles Prescott was no exception. He'd just needed a little prodding.
After a few tumbles in her bed, wedding bells would chime. She could practically hear herself being addressed as Countess of Kettering, and at the notion she was quivering with glee.
"Would you like a brandy?" she asked.
"No, thank you. I'll be too busy." "I was hoping you'd say that." "Why fool around? When I see something I want, I like to seize it immediately." "So do I."
He reached out and caressed her breast, and her nipples leapt to attention, which surprised her. Usually, she loathed carnal contact and couldn't warm to male advances. Maybe with Charles, she would ascertain what had so many women tittering behind their fans. She still didn't know. As far as she was concerned, sex was a lot of sweating and grinding that held no appeal whatsoever.
Would Charles Prescott ignite the spark that had been missing?
She led him into her bedchamber, then turned to face him, and she preened, not doubting for a second that she looked fabulous.
He smiled. "Very nice, Lavinia. Very nice, indeed."
"For you, Charles. All for you."
"I just love a generous woman."
He tugged at the straps of her negligee, yanking them down so that the bodice drooped to expose her bosom. He inspected her, his gaze keen and enthused, then he snuggled her to him, and he dipped down to suck on her nipple. The move excited her in a way she'd never been before, and she cradled him closer, urging him to feast.
He taunted and played until her knees were weak, so she eased onto the bed, and drew him down with her. They tumbled together in a swirl of arms and legs, and he paused to trace his thumb across her lips.
"You have the most fascinating mouth."
"Yes, I do," she agreed.
"I wonder if you have any good uses for it."
"Oh, yes, darling. I know a very interesting one that I'm positive you'll enjoy."
She smirked. Horatio had been a rutting bull, who'd forced her to learn many disgusting deeds, which was now a benefit as she seduced various lovers to her schemes. She could do any ghastly thing without revealing her level of revulsion. When she performed fellatio, men were putty in her hands—poor, malleable Robert being the prime example.
Charles assessed her in a curious manner, waiting for her to proceed. He reclined on the pillow, and for a moment, he appeared bored and cynical, as if her low behavior was what he'd been expecting all along.
Which couldn't be right, and she frowned. Apparently, he wasn't sufficiently titillated, and she had to try harder.
She scooted down his body until she was directly over his crotch, and she unbuttoned his trousers, baring him and pumping him with her fist. His cock was firm and rigid, ready to be pleasured, and giving no hint of his advanced age.
With great determination, she licked him from base to tip, over and over, the suspense building, until finally, she glided over the crown. He sighed with contentment, which spurred her on, and quickly, he was at the edge. He clutched at her neck, and he let go, his hot seed spewing into her throat, and she swallowed it down.
Feeling smug and satisfied, she nibbled up his torso. She was prepared for praise and gratitude, but to her horror, he was evaluating her blandly, and she was rattled by his lack of appreciation.
She scowled. "What is it?"
"I take it that
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