Pride swelled my chest at my own accomplishments. I had satisfied my wife’s cravings and would do so again. What I yearned for was for Noah to bugger me, and before the night ended, he would. “We will bid you good night, and should you need anything, anything at all, simply knock.”
“I will, your grace.” A seductive grin curved his generous mouth before he stepped inside the room. The gaslight cast his face in shadows before he closed the door.
Heart hammering a mad beat, I opened the door to the master suite and allowed Amelia to enter ahead of me. Red curls escaped from her up-swept hair, and I fingered a strand. The musky taste of her lingered on my lips, adding to my heightened state. “I will get rid of my valet. You get rid of Jenny.”
“I’ll be quick about it,” she said, pulling the pins from her hair as she walked.
I rushed into my dressing room, where my manservant was dozing off in a chair in the corner. He opened his eyes, startled at being caught sleeping on the job, and hopped to his feet. “Your grace, I—”
“It is fine. Please help me undress, then you can find your bed.” I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes, eager for the man to leave. With each second that passed, my mind ricocheted from confident to apprehensive. I’d fantasized about being buggered since I was old enough to understand what the practice entailed. Yet what if I didn’t enjoy it? I might be better off skipping that aspect of our coupling. I rebelled at doing so. I had made a commitment, and I would follow through with it. I slipped the nightshirt on, the fabric feeling constricting. “You can go now.”
The servant held up my robe, a frown marring his forehead. Rarely, if ever, did I deviate from my routine.
“Oliver?” Amelia’s breathy voice drifted through the open door between my bedroom and the sitting room. A blush stole up my cheeks at the thought of my manservant knowing that Amelia was in my room until I reminded myself I had every right to invite my wife into my bed.
“Goodnight, your grace,” the manservant said, lowering his head and exiting through the servants’ door.
“I will be right in,” I called out to Amelia. My face still flaming, I wasted no time rushing to the back of my bedroom, where a heavy burgundy curtain surrounded the bed. Noah stood somewhere beyond the hidden door in the wall. Using my fingertips, I followed the seam of a door that was flush against the wall. It hadn’t been used for a while, and the hinges fought me until the door opened with a high-pitched squeak.
I held Noah’s heated regard while waving him into my room. Clad in nothing but a smile, he sauntered toward me, every inch the confident male. Eagerness set my heart to racing as I met him halfway. Our eyes locked before he angled his neck, his mouth taking mine with desperate need. I palmed his length, stroking the crown. Soon he’d be inside my body, pleasuring me with his cock. Goosebumps broke out across my skin as I dipped my tongue into his mouth.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Amelia’s voice broke us apart, but there was no malice in her statement, only amusement. “Although I daresay, I am rather enjoying the show.”
His chest heaving, Noah settled his hands on his hips, drawing my eye to his delineated stomach. With a wicked grin, he reached out and traced a fingertip down her bare shoulder. “And I am enjoying the view before me.”
Before us stood a goddess, a gossamer gown of the sheerest silk draped across Amelia’s body. Rounded hips, high breasts, and sleek, long legs, she was the statue of Venus de Milo come to life. “You look stunning,” he said, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her chest tight against his.
“Thank you,” she said, her color heightened by his compliment as our gazes locked over Noah’s shoulder.
I flanked his back, my fingers spanning his side. “You truly do, my love.” I placed a kiss on her alluring mouth, content with the knowledge I would be with her for the rest of my days. Noah had made a commitment to us, and my love for him remained strong.
“I must pay homage to you and your husband, fair goddess.” He lifted her off her feet, earning a shriek of amusement from her. “Will you grant us the privilege of indulging your whims yet again?” he asked.
“As you wish, my love.” One arm draped around Noah’s shoulders. She slid her mouth along his neck, pressing kisses to the column. I reveled in his open admiration for her and his willingness to forgive her after what had transpired. She’d done what she thought was best for him because she had a giving heart.
Noah strode to the bed, muscled thighs flexing as he lowered her onto the mattress. He placed one knee on the bed, drawing my gaze to his taut backside. I had an unfettered view of his ballocks and swollen cock, the sight enhancing my growing need to move things to an agreeable conclusion.
“There is one thing wrong with this picture,” Noah said, unfastening the neckline of her gown. He lifted his torso and helped her rid herself of the garment. Both of my lovers were naked, and I wanted to join them. There would be nothing between us from here on out. I stripped off my nightshirt, my need rising at the sight of them. He trailed his hand down her chest, playing with her nipple. I watched him press lazy kisses to her mouth, his tongue teasing her lips.
While I ached to satisfy my own needs, Amelia needed my attention first. I moved to kneel between her legs while Noah lay by her side. I pushed her knees apart, baring her pussy to my view. “One whim done, another on its way.”
Noah released her hair from her braid, his fingers digging into the mass. I cupped her bottom. She bit her lip, her eyes glassy with desire as I licked my way along her pussy for a second round of play. The fear I had carried at the beginning of our marriage faded every time I coupled with her. The slickness of her flesh and the taste of her need drove me on. My cock was hard with anticipation, and I wanted to stroke it, but I dared not. Otherwise, things would be over before they began.
“Indeed, I believe I owe you a whim, Oliver.” Noah pressed one last kiss on her lips before rolling off the bed. I watched himwith eager eyes, my finger sliding into her sleek folds. Amelia was ready for my cock, and I ached to bed her. Then bed Noah. Then have Noah bed me. There wasn’t enough time in the night to cover all the scenarios. A pity. But I had a lifetime ahead of me to explore my passions.
He uncorked a bottle of oil, the fragrant scent mingling with desire and want. Amelia stroked my forehead, her chest and neck flushed from her growing exhilaration. The smell of her excitement hung in the air, combined with Noah’s muskier fragrance. The headiness of their collective scents drove me insane with lust. “It will help ready you for my cock,” he said.
With a gentle hand, he splayed his fingers over my arse until one fingertip breached my center. I gripped Amelia’s thighs tighter, applying myself with more vigor as he moved his finger progressively deeper into my body. I clutched at it with my inner muscles and gasped when he curled his finger, hitting a spot I hadn’t known existed.
“I believe my whim is about to be fulfilled,” Amelia uttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her juices flowed on my tongue as she screamed out her pleasure, her body bucking beneath me. I continued to flick her nub with my tongue until she fell back to the mattress. Never in my wildest imaginings had I thought I’d ever perform this intimacy on a woman. Noah helped me see how living in the past and allowing my fears to dictate my life was wrong. “Now it is truly Oliver’s turn.”
I slid my hands under her shoulders and danced my mouth over her parted one. She looped her arm around my neck, kissing me with slow, languid kisses, each one stoking the fires brighter. Noah continued to seduce me with his fingers, sliding the digit in and out of my body in a steady rhythm. With each thrust, the tightness loosened until his finger was buried deep.
“I believe Oliver is ready,” he said, palming my ballocks. Warm lips settled on the arch of my back, each press of his mouth to my skin a sinful delight.
He slipped on a condom and slicked his cock up with oil before he climbed from the bed. I lifted my head and met Amelia’s liquid gaze. She thumbed my bottom lip, a satisfied grin curving her mouth. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” I said, every bit of my awareness centered on Noah.
