“When you hear of my gentlemanly conduct throughout our fair city, know that I act only to gain favor with my lady wife,” he said, “and access to her favors.”
Jane ran her nails along Sebastian’s thick hairline and pulled upon his ear. “I thought you’d have already put your cock in me, as you promised,” she said with a hint of a smile.
“I? Did I promise that? Perhaps you have me confused with a rake,” he said, nuzzling at a curl while his hand worked his shaft yet again.
“But I’m so ready for you,” Jane said, shifting her thighs apart so he could see the swollen, wet lips of her sex.
Sebastian increased the pace of his strokes and seemed unable to look away from the display before his eyes.
“You stretched me so well, and I’m open for your big,” she licked her lips, “cock.”
Sebastian dug his face into the folds of her dress and groaned as he felt his balls drive seed from his tip, no matter that he was kneeling on the floor of his music room and not within his wife’s divine channel.
“Jane, Jane, Jane,” he said in time with his strokes.
“Yes, say your wife’s name,” she said, “because even if your seed isn’t within me, it’s all mine.”
Sebastian bit down on the fabric of her dress as his seed splattered on the floor and a nearby open book.
“Where did you learn such filthy talk?” he asked with loving wonder.
She stroked his hair again and smiled. “I speak from my heart, as you taught me during our courtship,” she said.
“We certainly never engaged in talk like that!” he exclaimed. “Had I any idea what awaited me in the marriage bed, my dearwife, I’d have been unfit for circulating in society and I’d have likely carried you off to the altar even sooner!”
“You unlocked my heart during our courtship, and I learned how to speak the truth concerning my wishes,” she said. “And now that you have shown me a new world of desires, I find my mouth unable to stop talking to you about them.”
“My true love match,” he said, slumping against the chair. “Did you enjoy your rakely interlude? I’m exhausted from playing such a strutting cock.”
“Are you sure it’s the strutting and not the use of your cock that has you tired?”
“Jane! Such wit and bawdy conversation! If ladies and gentlemen of thetonheard you, they’d think you are some kind of disreputable woman!”
“Do you dislike my conversation?” she asked, her voice soft and serious.
“I cannot fathom how fortunate I am to find in my own home a love that is true and a wife that matches my hunger for physical communion in every way.”
“Would it shock you if I said that I wonder what it would be like if you treated me like a disreputable woman?” she asked. “You have played the rake, but I have yet to play the…what’s the word for a lady that is free with her charms?”
Sebastian groaned. “You will not rile me again today, Jane,” he said. “And I will teach you no unfamiliar words that will only inflame my loins when they pass your lips. You are too powerful already.”
“Would you not like to toss my skirts, though?” she asked. “Shove yourself into me roughly while I beg for more?”
“Jane, have mercy,” he said. “Pray do not continue or we’ll never leave this room. I promise to roger you like the minx you truly are one of these days. Continue to leave off drawers because I’ll need you ready. Now let’s prepare for whatever dinner or ball you’ve promised us to tonight.”
“A salon at Mrs. Meers’ residence,” she said, accepting his hand up from the seat. “Oh dear, whatever is the matter with Fordyce’sSermons?”
She gestured to the book on the floor, open to some text exhorting young women on the virtues of their chaste flower. But this copy bore the marks of some sort of liquid splashed upon it, causing the pages to warp in places.
“Minor accident involving some fluids,” said Sebastian, tucking himself into his breeches. “Should you find you miss the volume, I’ll order a replacement.”
He tossed the ruined book into the fire. “Though I doubt that will be the case.”
Chapter 5
His wife was tauntinghim. Once again, she was leaning over the large embroidery frame in the drawing room after dinner, her bottom wiggling freely as she worked.
Sebastian sipped brandy and plotted his course of action. She’d summoned him some days ago to see the outline of their family crest on the stretched fabric. He’d stood close behind her while feeling the raised stitches she’d so proficiently added.
