“It just sort of… fell into my lap.” But his voice caught.
Because her hand was trailing an exploratory line across his chest and then…
Lower.
“It fell here?” she teased.
This sort of intimacy with a gently-raised young lady was more than enough to demand that he marry her. But the two of them had agreed upon an affair.
“Violet,” his voice came out sounding strangled.
“Here?” She was stroking him over his trousers.
Simon loved that she was feeling more confident.
“Mmm…” He didn’t answer but instead captured her mouth with his, his cock throbbing and hard.
They had hours. With Greystone preoccupied in his observatory, Simon could take his time with her.
But when he went to slide his arm out of the sling, she stopped him.
“Lie back.” She rose onto her haunches and her braid draped over her shoulder. And then, she licked her lips.
A slow, wicked smile stretched across his mouth when his debauched mind summoned the the image of her straddling his face. “What do you intend, my sweet Violet?”
“You have been working very hard lately, my dear Mr. Cockfield. So tonight, I am ordering you to lay back and do nothing. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
He raised his brows—a little curious, a little excited, but also a little concerned.
“Trust me.” She leaned over him, trailing kisses from one shoulder to the other. When she’d accomplished that, she dragged her mouth down his immobilized arm to his wrist.
Simon inhaled sharply, loving the feel of her tongue sliding over his hand—his palm.
“Tracing my love line?”
“You are a man of great passion.” She took one finger inside her mouth—which felt soft and velvety just like—
Wet suction pulled his finger inside farther, causing Simon to lose his train of thought.
Too much time had passed since he’d known a woman’s touch. Her hands were at his trousers now, brushing his length—rubbing along the straining fabric.
Violet.
He slumped into the pillow, allowing her free rein. He’d stop her before she went too far. Or perhaps she’d grow shy and stop herself.
But for now, he allowed her to unfasten his falls, his heart racing. Simon reached down to assist her and then closed his eyes, anticipating her touch.
Wet heat had him nearly shooting off the bed.
“Violet, you mustn’t.” He choked.
She pushed him back into the pillow. “Why not?”
Overwhelmed and stunned in the best way possible, Simon required a moment to summon a convincing answer—for himself, as well as for her.
Why not, she’d asked.
Why not?
