Laurel admitted
to a certain curiosity about Major Sinclair. All she knew of him was the bit
Catherine had whispered to her last night and what Ashmore had relayed this
afternoon. It was a pity she thought as she banked the fire, that Ashmore wasn’t
a suitable prospect. He certainly was a charming man.
Turning for bed, she noticed an
object on the floor directly before her. Frowning, Laurel lifted the candelabra
and crouched beside the bed. It was a book. Normal sized and bound in fine brushed
leather, the cover held no title or author. Climbing into bed, she set the
candelabra on the night-table and settled against her pillows.
She could only think her maid or one
of the other servants had dropped it, though why they’d be reading in her
rooms, if they could even read, Laurel couldn’t say.
Curiosity had Laurel opening the
unnamed book and reading the first page from The Curiosity of Miss Laverly:
Last night he came to her again. I heard him boldly walk into her room
and could not resist another peak. I hurried from my room, slipping into the
passage between wings so as not to be heard.
Already
he was there, his muscled naked body pinning hers to the bed, hands rough on
her breasts. In the brightly lighted room I could see him pinch her nipples and
found my own fingers rough on my hard nipples, nails scraping them in pleasure.
He bit down on her breasts and she screamed, shuddering beneath him.
I
knelt on the cold stone floor and watched through the peephole drilled in the
door years ago. My body was tight with arousal, aching to be taken just as he
did her. His hands hard on her thighs, mouth taking and taking as she screamed
her release over and over. She bit and clawed at his back as he entered her.
My
own fingers entered my core, one, two, quickly moving in and out in my wetn
pussy. I wanted more, I wanted a man’s hard cock filling me, wanted to feel the
pressure of his body against mine.
For
now, this had to be enough. Faster I moved my fingers, in and out, pleasuring
myself as my ass hit the hard stone. I fell backwards, legs splayed wide, feet
braced on the wall. One hand pinched my nipples, tugging hard and the pleasure
ripped through me.
I
widened my legs, the cold of the floor a sharp contrast with the heat of my
need. Deeper I thrust my fingers, deeper, harder, thumb nail against my nub,
scraping that harder, too.
Pleasure
shot through me, a blinding light of it and I knew I cried out despite my best
attempts not to let the couple know I was here. Still I moved my fingers in me,
unable to stop even as my body shuddered in release.
I
don’t know how long I stayed there, utterly spent on the stone floor.
Eventually I rose on unsteady legs and made my way, satiated and naked, back to
my room. In the morning I’d see them at breakfast, and none of us would admit I
watched them in bed, pleasuring myself while they pleasured each other.
Laurel snapped the book closed.
Charlotte Tremaine covets the freedom to do as she pleases but has never let herself dream of being with the man she loves. The problem is she loves two men.
Lady Laurel Westfield had been brought up to be the most proper of
ladies. But when Major Braedon Sinclair sets his sights on the young
debutante, propriety is the last thing he wants from her! What's a
proper lady to do when she has two gentlemen who want her attentions- at
the same time?
