“Ofcourse, my lady.” The butler shot Stephen a look before departing,closing the door behind him. The butler was protective of Sera, andhad quite clearly warned Stephen in the subtle way the bestservants could. Stephen could hardly fault him for that.
They stoodawkwardly for a moment. “Please, sit,” she said belatedly,arranging herself on one of the chaises.
He loweredhimself beside her. Startled, she glanced at him in query but heonly lay his arm on the back of the chaise, his fingers almostbrushing her shoulder. Perhaps it was not proper, but he couldthink of no good reason not to sit beside her when they werealone.
“Itis fine weather we are having,” she finally said.
His lipstwitched. “Really? Again with this?”
“Idon’t know what to say,” she burst out. “After…last night…” Hercheeks blushed a fiery red.
Memory woundaround him and his breath grew short as his cock grew hard. Subtly,he shifted his seat. Maybe it wasn’t the wisest course ofconversation. “Perhaps we should talk of our plan.”
She shot him agrateful look. “Yes, our plan. We have another ball to go to thisevening.”
“Another? Why are there so many balls? The season isdone.”
She lifted ashoulder. “And yet, the Ton remains in London and wemusthave our amusements.”
Again, his lipstwitched. “Yes. We must, mustn’t we.”
She returned hissmile. “Now, what was so urgent you came at such an earlyhour?”
“Nothing.”
Her brows drew.“Nothing? So why are you here?”
Heat burned hischeeks. “I, ah, wanted to see you?”
Her expressionsoftened. “When Higgins said you were here, I did not wait for mymaid to complete my hair,” she confessed.
He tugged one ofthe tumbled curls. “I can see that.”
Her grey eyesdarkened. “Stephen.”
He cleared histhroat. “Yes?”
“Ithink I should like to do something for you now.”
And just likethat, his aching cock hardened fully. Heart racing, he licked hislips. “Would you, now?”
Pushing at hisshoulders, she pulled up her skirts to straddle him. Leaningforward, her luscious mouth brushed his ear. “We shall have to bequick. The tea comes.”
Bloody hell, andif she moved even slightly, so would he. Where was his bloodycontrol? Oh that’s right, she’d bloody destroyed it when she’d saidshe wanted to do something for him. “Sera, you don’t haveto—”
She swallowedhis feeble protest with her mouth, her tongue tangling with his.Hand trailing down his chest, she brushed her fingers over histhrobbing cock. Cupping him through his breeches, she gave him awicked smile. “So hard for me, Stephen.”
He managed alaugh at her arch comment. “Always.”
Her eyesflickered. “Truly?”
Christ, yes.Always. For her. Barely able to speak, he nodded.
Sliding down,she knelt between his wide-spread knees, her fingers plucking atthe buttons of his breeches. She’d barely brushed him before heclosed his hands over hers. “Sera, you really don’t—”
She scowled.“Stephen, stop it. I want this. I want you. Now lie back, be quiet,and enjoy what I’m doing to you.”
Knowing it wouldwin him no favour if he told her how adorable she looked whilecross, he did as she bade. “Yes, my lady.”
