“While I am completing this naughty assignment, what will you be doing?” she dared to ask.
His smile was lazy and made her heart pitter-patter. He snagged her hand, bringing it to the front of his trousers. His aroused length pulsed beneath her palm.
“The same as you,” he said huskily. “I’ll be touching myself, imagining your hands on me. Your sweet touch milking my cock, pleasing me until I can’t help but spend.”
Stirred beyond bearing, she clenched her thighs together against a moist rush. Her hand closed spasmodically on his steel-hard ridge. He growled before lifting her hand away and placing a kiss on her palm.
“I must go, my sweet.” His gaze consumed her. “Don’t forget your lesson tonight.”
“I won’t,” she breathed. “I love you, Wei.”
“And you have my heart. Forever.”
They shared another lingering kiss before he vanished into the shadows.
Thirty-One
Glory surfaced from the depths of a delightful dream, prodded awake by a wet nose. She blinked up at FF II’s bright eyes and twitching whiskers.
“What time is it?” she asked, yawning.
FF II made chiding sounds.
She glanced at the clock on a nearby table. “Nine o’clock is not that late. Considering I went to bed well after three…”
She trailed off, memories of what she’d done under the covers assailing her with shameful delight. She looked at her wrist and smiled dreamily at the sight of Wei’s bracelet. Not wanting to arouse suspicion, she’d removed it before returning to the ball. But she’d slipped it on again before going to bed and engaging in a very naughty lesson…
Her body thrumming, Glory turned onto her side. FF II wandered off in search of more interesting company. For once, she wasn’t in the mood for adventure. She wanted to stay in bed and bask in her fantasies. Did Wei do what I did last night…is he doing it now? Images of him lying in his bed, all his rippling muscles on display sent a quiver through her thighs.
With the exception of the time he’d let her frig him in the Hadleighs’ library, Wei had always focused on her. She wasn’t complaining—far from it—but she wanted to explore him too. To learn how to pleasure him. Languorously, she imagined running her hands over his sinewy shoulders, the hard-paved blocks of his chest. Her nipples budded as she recalled the attention he’d lavished upon them. She wondered if he would enjoy having her touch him there…kiss him there.
As the fantasy took hold, she saw herself kissing his flat brown nipples. Kissing her way down his chest and stacked abdomen…and even lower. Licking a path down the slope of muscle that ran from his hip bone to his cock.
Heat flashed over her insides, her palm tingling with the imprint of his arousal. The memory of holding that big, meaty rod caused a liquid trickle at her core. She’d loved undoing him, watching his reserve melt in the heat of passion. Furtively, she raised the hem of her nightgown, slipping her hand between her legs.
It felt wicked and strange to be touching herself, but she lost herself in the fantasy of stroking Wei’s cock. In her mind’s eye, she went even further, kneeling before him, pumping his thick shaft whilst he watched with his calm shifu’s eyes. Eyes that held her with such assurance. That told her she could be as curious and brazen as she wanted. That she could try anything, be anything, and still be safe with him. She saw herself leaning forward and licking the glistening dome of his cock…
Pleasure crested, a quick release pulsing through her. She rolled onto her back, heart thudding, and gazed at the shell-pink canopy of her bed. While she probably ought to be shocked by her behavior, she felt more...in awe. In the past, she’d wondered if there was something wrong with her, why she didn’t have the same curiosity about romance that she had for other things. Now she knew what the answer was.
She had been waiting for Wei. Everything he’d shown her—including the naughty things—felt natural and right. He had unlocked her inner wantonness, and she could not bring herself to be embarrassed about it. She wanted to spend the rest of her life having passionate adventures with him. Thinking of his vulnerability, of what he’d shared about feeling like a “dirty secret,” she felt a stab of guilt.
During the next four weeks, I must make sure my family is welcoming toward Wei. I will ask Mama to invite him to supper after he gives me my lesson today. And I will encourage Papa to get to know Wei…for surely when he does, he will respect Wei and accept him as the man I wish to marry.
Full of hope, she bounded out of bed and rang for Elsie to help her get dressed.
“Papa, may I have a word?” Glory peered into her father’s study.
“Of course, poppet. Come in.” Papa rose from his mahogany desk. “I did not realize you were up. The ball ran into the wee hours this morning.”
“You know I’ve always been an early bird,” she said cheerfully. “Back in Dorset, I used to wake up before dawn to comb the cliffs for fossils before school.”
“That was then.” Papa’s forehead furrowed. “Now your only responsibility is to enjoy yourself, my dear. You ought to sleep in as long as you like.”
“I couldn’t stay in bed and do nothing…”
Flustered, she remembered that she hadn’t exactly been idle in bed this morning. To hide her blush, she went to the tea tray and poured herself a cup.
“Is everything all right, Glory?”
