Jane reluctantly entered the study. She
paused by his desk, surprised by the amount of papers still spread
out on it as he went to pour two brandies from the decanter set
on his book shelves. He held one out to her and raised his own
in a toast.
«Here’s to an enjoyable evening.»
Jane gripped her glass more tightly and wondered how much
it would hurt if she threw it hard at her husband’s conceited,
arrogant head.
«I’m not sure if that is quite the way I saw it.»
He paused, his glass halfway to his sensual mouth. «You didn’t
enjoy yourself?»
«You didn’t want me to enjoy myself. You wanted me to run
out of there screaming.»
He laughed and put his glass down on the desk. «But you
didn’t, did you? Why is that, I wonder?»
«Because I am a fool?»
He came closer and she found herself caged against his desk.
«You’re no fool, Jane.» He took the glass out of her
unresisting fingers and placed it beside his own. «Were you too
afraid of what I might do to you if you rail? Did you imagine
yourself almost naked and facedown like Shaw?»
«Of course not!»
She gasped as he grabbed her arm and spun her around until
her upper body and face were pinned to the desk top. He
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stepped closer, kicked her legs apart and leaned down to drop a
kiss on the back of her neck.
«How does it feel, Jane, to be held down, to be at my mercy?»
She knew what he was trying to do. Knew he was about to
hammer home the lessons she had already learned, that he was
dangerous and unreliable, a player of sexual games that she could
never compete with. She tried not to breathe as his still familiar
scent surrounded her, brandy and cigars, the faint aroma of sex,
of leather, of pure aroused man. His cock was hard again and
nudged at her buttocks.
«Let me up, Blaize.»
His soft chuckle stirred the hairs on the back of her neck and
she shivered.
«Not yet. Did you like it when Shaw begged to be fucked?»
«No.» She closed her eyes as he nipped at her ear and then
licked the sting away.
«Strange, because you used to beg for me.»
«I...» She yelped as he bit her earlobe, harder this time, leaving
it throbbing in time to her raised heartbeat.
«Don’t you remember? Even during that first weekend we
met, you begged me to kiss you again, to touch your breasts, to
suck them into my mouth.»
Waves of humiliation rolled over her. Trust him to take some
of her most special erotic memories and try to use them against
her. She tightened her lips, refused to speak, refusing to cheapen
those first overwhelming days with him.
«You begged, Jane. You begged for my fingers between your
legs making you come, begged for my cock in your mouth,
begged me to take your maidenhood.»
She tried to buck him off, but he only settled over her more
completely, his slender muscular body far stronger than hers had
ever been.
«So what makes you any different from Shaw?»
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Minshom shifted the arm he had around her waist upward
until it grazed her breasts. Her nipples hardened in a sudden
aching rush. God, not now, she couldn’t give in to him now.
«Let me go, Blaize.» She sounded weak and unsteady, knew
he’d notice and revel in her discomfiture.
«Why, because I have disgusted you? Because after years on
your own, you have forgotten how it feels to want to be fucked?»
He slid his hand down between her legs and curved his fingers
over her sex. «Are you dry here, like an old maid? Does the
thought of sex frighten you?»
She fought him then, tried to turn her head and bite his
fingers, fought even harder when he shoved his fingers inside her
breeches and sank into the thick wetness of her arousal.
He went still and ripped his hand away, his breathing now as
unsteady as her own.
«Damn you, Jane Minshom. Damn you to hell.»
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7
As Minshom recoiled, Jane slid out from under him and ran
for the stairs. Her booted feet sounded loud on the
paused by his desk, surprised by the amount of papers still spread
out on it as he went to pour two brandies from the decanter set
on his book shelves. He held one out to her and raised his own
in a toast.
«Here’s to an enjoyable evening.»
Jane gripped her glass more tightly and wondered how much
it would hurt if she threw it hard at her husband’s conceited,
arrogant head.
«I’m not sure if that is quite the way I saw it.»
He paused, his glass halfway to his sensual mouth. «You didn’t
enjoy yourself?»
«You didn’t want me to enjoy myself. You wanted me to run
out of there screaming.»
He laughed and put his glass down on the desk. «But you
didn’t, did you? Why is that, I wonder?»
«Because I am a fool?»
He came closer and she found herself caged against his desk.
«You’re no fool, Jane.» He took the glass out of her
unresisting fingers and placed it beside his own. «Were you too
afraid of what I might do to you if you rail? Did you imagine
yourself almost naked and facedown like Shaw?»
«Of course not!»
She gasped as he grabbed her arm and spun her around until
her upper body and face were pinned to the desk top. He
60 / Kate Pearce
stepped closer, kicked her legs apart and leaned down to drop a
kiss on the back of her neck.
«How does it feel, Jane, to be held down, to be at my mercy?»
She knew what he was trying to do. Knew he was about to
hammer home the lessons she had already learned, that he was
dangerous and unreliable, a player of sexual games that she could
never compete with. She tried not to breathe as his still familiar
scent surrounded her, brandy and cigars, the faint aroma of sex,
of leather, of pure aroused man. His cock was hard again and
nudged at her buttocks.
«Let me up, Blaize.»
His soft chuckle stirred the hairs on the back of her neck and
she shivered.
«Not yet. Did you like it when Shaw begged to be fucked?»
«No.» She closed her eyes as he nipped at her ear and then
licked the sting away.
«Strange, because you used to beg for me.»
«I...» She yelped as he bit her earlobe, harder this time, leaving
it throbbing in time to her raised heartbeat.
«Don’t you remember? Even during that first weekend we
met, you begged me to kiss you again, to touch your breasts, to
suck them into my mouth.»
Waves of humiliation rolled over her. Trust him to take some
of her most special erotic memories and try to use them against
her. She tightened her lips, refused to speak, refusing to cheapen
those first overwhelming days with him.
«You begged, Jane. You begged for my fingers between your
legs making you come, begged for my cock in your mouth,
begged me to take your maidenhood.»
She tried to buck him off, but he only settled over her more
completely, his slender muscular body far stronger than hers had
ever been.
«So what makes you any different from Shaw?»
SIMPLY INSATIABLE / 61
Minshom shifted the arm he had around her waist upward
until it grazed her breasts. Her nipples hardened in a sudden
aching rush. God, not now, she couldn’t give in to him now.
«Let me go, Blaize.» She sounded weak and unsteady, knew
he’d notice and revel in her discomfiture.
«Why, because I have disgusted you? Because after years on
your own, you have forgotten how it feels to want to be fucked?»
He slid his hand down between her legs and curved his fingers
over her sex. «Are you dry here, like an old maid? Does the
thought of sex frighten you?»
She fought him then, tried to turn her head and bite his
fingers, fought even harder when he shoved his fingers inside her
breeches and sank into the thick wetness of her arousal.
He went still and ripped his hand away, his breathing now as
unsteady as her own.
«Damn you, Jane Minshom. Damn you to hell.»
62 / Kate Pearce
7
As Minshom recoiled, Jane slid out from under him and ran
for the stairs. Her booted feet sounded loud on the
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