He watched her from the corner of his eye, seated at a right angle to him. She shifted every few minutes. Licked her lips. Smoothed her skirts. And was uncharacteristically quiet.
He wanted to perform lewd acts on her right there under the table.
But, of course, he couldn’t. Even as distracted as Evan was with Althea, he’d have noticed. He might not have cared, but he’d have noticed, and Althea surely would have cared.
Instead, he recalled the dinner at Greenborough Park. Private play in public he could do. Turning when the other pair were laughing at something from their outing that day, he whispered his fantasy in her ear. “Imagine, as I talk to Evan, I draw your skirt up, dragging your petticoats with it. I find you soaking.”
She grabbed his arm, gasping and undulating in her chair.
“I slide a finger through your folds, right into you, curling just a touch against your most sensitive spot. Then I leave it there and continue my conversation, forcing you to sit still. Maybe I’d even ask you a question or two to ensure you join the discussion.”
“Robert, please,” she whispered.
He doubted she was sure what she was pleading for—him to follow his words with actions or to desist. In lieu of either, they declined dessert and left Evan and Althea in the private room at the restaurant. Robert hoped his jacket and cloak hid his tented trousers as they returned to his room.
He laid out the new cuffs he wanted to test. These were simpler to make and would have a lower price point. He thought he could still market them to his regular crowd as more portable, therefore worth purchasing as a second set. In a simple X, four five-inch leather straps were stitched around a center ring, with no buckles to adjust their length. The leather cuffs at each point of the X were plain with simple buckles and no padding.
When he turned to face Beth, she was already pushing her dress and petticoat over her hips.
“Unlace me, please, Robert.” She turned to present the laces of her stays to him. Once they were loosened, she shoved them to the floor and whipped her chemise over her head.
He reached a hand to hold her from turning back to him, and rubbed her back, trying to ease the impressions from the stays.
She rolled her shoulders forward, pressing her spine backward into his touch, and moaned in pleasure. “How do you know to do that?”
He shrugged. “It seemed like something I would appreciate.”
She turned. “Thank you.”
With every intention of doing the same over her ribs, his gaze caught on her impressive bosom, and his hands skimmed right past her ribs to cup the gorgeous mounds. He could not get enough of these. His breath quickened, his cock growing harder against the placket of his trousers.
She rolled her eyes. “So easily distracted, even when doing good deeds.”
“Can you blame me? These are magnificent. I’ve seen many breasts in my work…” He trailed off, realizing that sounded terrible. Then he made it worse, trying to correct it. “I mean, not as many as Bags…” He huffed. “Oh never mind. I beg your pardon, Beth. Please forgive me and allow me to enjoy these most lovely of breasts in silence.”
Her chest was shaking with muffled laughter, making the bountiful globes jiggle in his hands, exciting him further.
Her fingers feathered over one wrist, not stopping him.
He looked up.
“I, too, have seen quite a lot of breasts, and I do agree mine are rather nice. ’Tis all right, Robert.” She leaned in and kissed him.
He sighed.Luscious. Forgiving. Likes breasts too.He was in trouble.
She leaned over and picked up the restraints. “Where do you want me?”
“For these, on the bed.” Tonight, he wanted to enjoy the rear view of her beauty.
She lay down, and he paused to admire her front curves before flipping her over.
“Robert, when do I get to see you unclothed? I get so distracted playing with your toys, then realize I missed my chance each time.”
“Hmph. You’re not missing much,” he muttered.
“Wait.” She came up on her elbows. “Why would you think that? Has no one told you how attractive you are? Surely they must have.”
He blushed and turned his head away.Damnation, she is too perceptive by half. His cockstand flagged at the change in topic.
