Julius's Passion (Regency Club Venus #4) - Carole Mortimer Page 0,8

shine your boots and iron a shirt ready for your use tomorrow?”

Julius gave him a playful slap on the side of his head. “What I would like is to be left to bathe in private. But,” he added mockingly, “I will not complain if you spend part of your evening shining my boots and ironing the creases out of my shirt.”

“Now who is behaving like a pompous idiot?”

“It is as well I like you, James. I certainly do not allow my real valet license to call me names.”

“That is because you do not like him as well as you do me,” the younger man teased.

Julius chuckled as he went through to the adjoining room to finish undressing before stepping into and then sliding gratefully down into the hot water filling the hip bath. He gave a sigh of satisfaction as he leaned his head against its high back. It had been a long few days traveling to Suffolk, and the accommodation along the way had not always been the best. The luxury of a hot bath was one of the things Julius had missed the most.

Once he had thoroughly washed his hair and body, his thoughts returned to the beautiful Lady Bethany. Which, as his cock instantly engorged, the bulbous and red top jutting up above the water, was possibly not the best idea.

He had heard James depart the bedchamber some time ago—no doubt taking Julius’s boots, laundry, and a clean shirt to be ironed with him—meaning Julius was once again alone.

There had been little opportunity for privacy during the journey here, more often than not the two men riding in the carriage or on horseback together during the day, and then having to share a bedchamber at night. Consequently, Julius was feeling more than a little sexually frustrated.

All the more so since gazing down at Bethany Metford when she knelt almost at his feet to mop up the spilled tea and the neckline of her gown had gaped slightly, revealing her breasts. He believed he had even caught a glimpse of rose-colored nipples.

He now recalled having imagined those deep blue eyes gazing up at him as he slowly pushed his cock between her plump lips and down her slender throat.

Julius gave a groan as he fisted his cock beneath the water, closing his eyes as he thought of Bethany’s creamy skin. He had never believed himself to be attracted to a particular type of woman; brunette, blonde, plump, thin, it was all the same to him. At least, he not been specifically attracted in the past. But Bethany’s slender curves and those rose-tipped breasts made it difficult for Julius to believe he had ever been attracted to anything other than women—or a woman?—who were blonde and beautiful.

His cock now slid easily between his palm and fingers, and he pumped faster and harder as he imagined sucking on Bethany’s engorged nipples while at the same time exploring beneath the skirt of her gown to what he believed would be wet and swollen pussy lips.

The moment Julius thought the phrase “wet and swollen pussy lips,” his cock pulsed and thickened in his grasp, pleasure shooting down his spine and into his balls, before hot and thick cum gushed from his cockhead. The pleasure—dear God, the pleasure was almost unbearable as he continued to pump his cock through that release, ensuring it continued for several long minutes until the ecstasy became almost painful.

The moment it was over, he rose on slightly unsteady legs from the unclean water before stepping fully out of the bath and wrapping a large towel about his hips. He picked up the bar of sandalwood soap he had used and dropped it into the now-cooling water, in the hope its dissolving would help to conceal the presence of his cum in the bathwater.

And then he felt a little ashamed of himself for having stroked his cock to completion with thoughts of the young sister James obviously adored.

That being so, it was a little unfortunate that the moment Julius stepped out of his bedchamber with the intention of going downstairs for dinner, he should happen to almost bump into Bethany walking down the hallway with the obvious same intention.

She looked beautiful in a cream-colored gown that flattered her slender curves. Her golden hair was swept up in a cluster of curls, the pearls adorning the lobes of her ears and the combs in her hair perfectly complementing her creamy complexion.

If Bethany ever decided to grace the ballrooms and drawing