Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,40
With one smooth thrust, he plunged inside of her. She hugged him so completely, he nearly spent as soon as he was all the way in. His body still ached from the carriage accident, but in his lust he hardly felt it. He held himself in check for several seconds, breathing, focusing, until he could withdraw and thrust in again.
“God, what you do to me.” He clenched his teeth. “You embrace me so completely, hold me so securely.” He thrust again. “Kiss me, Alexandra.”
Their lips met and their tongues tangled. He took her, branded her, plunged in and out of her body. He broke away from the kiss and sucked in a much-needed breath.
“Oh, Evan,” she said. “I-I… I am going to come again!”
She let out a scream, and he clamped his mouth onto hers again to muffle it. Her slick walls contracted against his hard cock, milking him, and soon he was joining her in orgasm. This time, he remembered to pull out, and his seed spewed upon the milky-white skin of her belly. As good as the release felt, it paled in comparison to the two times he had come inside of her. He panted, pulling her close.
“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?” He continued to breathe rapidly.
“Pull out?”
Reality struck, and he pulled slightly away from her. “You know damned well why I did that. I don’t want to get you with child.”
“Isn’t that a moot point now?”
“Absolutely not,” he said. “Why tempt fate?”
“I suppose you’re right.” She slipped off the desk, picked up her drawers from the floor, and stepped into them. “It’s just that…”
“It’s just that, what?”
“It’s just that… I liked it when you…you know…inside me.”
He shuddered. He had liked it as well. In fact, at this very moment, he could think of nothing he would like more than to release inside her every night. But this needed to stop. Just moments before, she’d been putting him down as being only a second son. Clearly, she was not the woman for him. If only they could fight this attraction that boiled between them. They would have to put a stop to it once their parents returned from their wedding trip. What would his father and her mother say? They had left her in his care, trusted him to see to her and Sophie’s best interests. Taking her to bed had not been on that agenda. He wanted to tell her he liked it too, that coming outside her body had not satisfied him nearly as much. But he held those words back and quickly pulled up his trousers and fastened them.
“Here,” he said, wiping off her belly with his handkerchief and then holding up her chemise, “let me help you.”
She stepped into the garment, and then he helped her with her corset, tightening it. Finally, he buttoned her dress.
“I shall go straight to my chamber.” Alexandra fidgeted with her hair. “I’m sure I must look a fright.”
A fright was hardly how she looked. She looked beautiful and satisfied, which made him smile. “You will pass,” he said. He wanted to say more, but his lips didn’t move. He turned away and absently looked over the papers on his desk.
“Evan?”
He turned toward her again. She was biting her lower lip. His cock, completely spent, jerked inside his trousers. What was it about this woman? “Yes?”
“Could you possibly reconsider? Sophie and I would so much like to attend the last balls of the season.”
Back to this again? Had she come in here planning to seduce him if he refused to accompany them to London? And he’d fallen right into her trap. Anger roared to life within him. “Absolutely not.”
“In that case, you force me to take drastic measures.”
He cocked his head, his curiosity piqued. “And what type of measures might those be?”
“I will be forced to send message to my mother and your father, telling them in no uncertain terms that you have taken advantage of your position as my guardian.”
Evan widened his eyes. What on earth was she going on about? “I beg your pardon?”
She stared straight at him, her eyes blazing. “I shall tell them that you raped me.”
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Dearest Amelia,
After much anticipation, the day finally arrived for my next art lesson with Christophe. Rather than convince Hattie to attend along with me, I chose to arrange for her to interrupt us in the act. That way I could bid her join us, and Christophe would have the reward I