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stood before him. "If you need me, you know where I will be."
Mort glanced up and down the hall as if to get his bearings, then headed back out the door.
John closed his eyes and shook his head. William was so predictable. He gives John orders then sends his lackey to ensure those orders are followed. Trust was a word the king used only with his wife and family. Even though John would pretend William was his father, he never measured up.
The day William brought the sword to him at the monastery was such a day.
"Take it." William shoved the long sword at him, hilt first."See how it feels to hold it."
John shook his head despite how much he wanted to please the man. The monks did not abide violence.
William gave the sword back to the little blonde squire, Peter, and walked back into the monastery.
"What's wrong with you that you don't want to touch the Duke's sword? " Peter's face twisted in disapproval. "He brought it just for you."
And now Rowena.
John had much to think about and returned to his chamber. He settled down on the only stool in the room while it was swept, washed, and aired out. Sleep would help him decide what to do.
A raven -haired woman who wore her clothing tight and revealing came in to change the bed—housekeeping was plainly not her primary occupation. After making a clean bed for him, which involved overlong stretches with tantalizing glimpses of her well-rounded bottom, a little girl came in to remove the dirty sheets and handed him a rose.
John smiled at the little girl. "Thank you. And what is your name?"
"I am called Matilda, my lord. Very nice to make your acquaintance."
"Out." The woman hurried the small child out, closing the door behind the child. "And I am called Felicity," she said then stretched across the freshly made bed, giving him a more intimate view of her wares.
He had not come to the inn for carnal satisfaction but a place separate from Rowena, a place to get away from the turmoil she created in him. This woman's blatant attempts at seduction were very entertaining. He decided to play along.
"Interested, my lord?" She'd purred like a cat.
"What, specif ically, would you be offering?"
Felicity frowned , clearly confused. He kept a straight face, as best as he could with her squishing her face up, clearly perplexed.
"A romp?" she finally answered him, posing it as a question.
He sat on the bed beside her . Immediately, she straddled his lap, her skirts hiked up around her. Her aim was particularly good and John felt an immediate rush of blood in response. She arched back, guiding his mouth toward her partially exposed breast.
He turned his head away. This needed to end.
"Umm."
She started grinding against him, guiding his hands between her thighs.
"I don't think…"
She knew her trade. She moaned with satisfaction—
His eyes flew open at the sound and he grabbed his hands away from her flesh and out of her reach.
"Cease this, woman. I am not interested."
She rubbed along his tight cr otch and smiled. "I say you are."
"Enough." He shoved her off his lap and stood beside the bed. Sitting on her haunches, she watched him curiously. He scratched his scalp in irritation and saw her smile at his obvious interest, protruding as it was. "Well, I am not interested despite what it may look like."
She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and grabbed at the ties at his waist. "I will make you feel better."
"No ," he said, twisting away from her.
The door burst open , and they both turned toward the sound.
"I came to see if you needed anything else, my lord." The woman's face burst into a toothless smile. The innkeeper's wife looked to be already counting the money she anticipated for this little "extra" service. "I see you are already being taken care of. Very good. Pardon me."
John looked down to find Felicity smiling up at him, her thick tongue slowly making its way around her lips.
"I am not interested," John stated again. Well, his body may be
Mort glanced up and down the hall as if to get his bearings, then headed back out the door.
John closed his eyes and shook his head. William was so predictable. He gives John orders then sends his lackey to ensure those orders are followed. Trust was a word the king used only with his wife and family. Even though John would pretend William was his father, he never measured up.
The day William brought the sword to him at the monastery was such a day.
"Take it." William shoved the long sword at him, hilt first."See how it feels to hold it."
John shook his head despite how much he wanted to please the man. The monks did not abide violence.
William gave the sword back to the little blonde squire, Peter, and walked back into the monastery.
"What's wrong with you that you don't want to touch the Duke's sword? " Peter's face twisted in disapproval. "He brought it just for you."
And now Rowena.
John had much to think about and returned to his chamber. He settled down on the only stool in the room while it was swept, washed, and aired out. Sleep would help him decide what to do.
A raven -haired woman who wore her clothing tight and revealing came in to change the bed—housekeeping was plainly not her primary occupation. After making a clean bed for him, which involved overlong stretches with tantalizing glimpses of her well-rounded bottom, a little girl came in to remove the dirty sheets and handed him a rose.
John smiled at the little girl. "Thank you. And what is your name?"
"I am called Matilda, my lord. Very nice to make your acquaintance."
"Out." The woman hurried the small child out, closing the door behind the child. "And I am called Felicity," she said then stretched across the freshly made bed, giving him a more intimate view of her wares.
He had not come to the inn for carnal satisfaction but a place separate from Rowena, a place to get away from the turmoil she created in him. This woman's blatant attempts at seduction were very entertaining. He decided to play along.
"Interested, my lord?" She'd purred like a cat.
"What, specif ically, would you be offering?"
Felicity frowned , clearly confused. He kept a straight face, as best as he could with her squishing her face up, clearly perplexed.
"A romp?" she finally answered him, posing it as a question.
He sat on the bed beside her . Immediately, she straddled his lap, her skirts hiked up around her. Her aim was particularly good and John felt an immediate rush of blood in response. She arched back, guiding his mouth toward her partially exposed breast.
He turned his head away. This needed to end.
"Umm."
She started grinding against him, guiding his hands between her thighs.
"I don't think…"
She knew her trade. She moaned with satisfaction—
His eyes flew open at the sound and he grabbed his hands away from her flesh and out of her reach.
"Cease this, woman. I am not interested."
She rubbed along his tight cr otch and smiled. "I say you are."
"Enough." He shoved her off his lap and stood beside the bed. Sitting on her haunches, she watched him curiously. He scratched his scalp in irritation and saw her smile at his obvious interest, protruding as it was. "Well, I am not interested despite what it may look like."
She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and grabbed at the ties at his waist. "I will make you feel better."
"No ," he said, twisting away from her.
The door burst open , and they both turned toward the sound.
"I came to see if you needed anything else, my lord." The woman's face burst into a toothless smile. The innkeeper's wife looked to be already counting the money she anticipated for this little "extra" service. "I see you are already being taken care of. Very good. Pardon me."
John looked down to find Felicity smiling up at him, her thick tongue slowly making its way around her lips.
"I am not interested," John stated again. Well, his body may be
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