Page 140 of New Storm Rising
“You mean this one?” Smiling innocently, I wiggled my free hand in front of his face. “Yes, I also think it’s a bit too idle, Sir. Does Sir think I should put it to good use?”
Before he had the chance to offer an opinion on the matter, my hand started busying itself undoing the buttons of his shirt and tailcoat.
“Now, tell me, Sir…” Batting my eyelashes up at him again, I pushed myself up from the bed until I was high enough to kiss the spot of skin I had I had just exposed to open air. “What can I do for you? I’ll do anything. I’ll serve at your pleasure.” Another button. Another kiss. “Or…was thatforyour pleasure?”
This time, the sound that erupted from Mr Ambrose’s throat was an animalistic growl.
I grinned.
Animalistic?
Well, time for the beauty to tame the beast!
And as luck would have it, I already have him by a leash.
“You can tell me,” I purred, pulling on said leash, which produced another muscle twitch in Mr Ambrose’s cheek. “Anything you want, Sir. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Then,” my dear husband squeezed out, “how. About. Letting. Go. Of. My. Appendage.”
“Appendage? Are you referring to this, Sir?” Playfully, I touched his nose.
“No.”
“Then…maybe you’re referring to this?” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear.
“No!”
“Oh my.” I lowered my eyes, so ashamed. “I can’t even guess right. I’m useless. I think I must be punished, Sir.”
“I,” Mr Ambrose squeezed out between clenched teeth, “am beginning to agree.”
Oh my. This was really going well. I would have to thank Amy for all her tips later.
“Then…” I trailed a finger across the hard pecs of his bare chest until I reached the next button blocking my way. “…how are you going to punish me?”
Mr Ambrose’s eyes flashed like an arctic thunderstorm. “I haven’t quite decided yet. There are so many intriguing options.”
“Well, let me know once you’ve decided. Until then…” My finger slipped underneath the button, prying it open. “…I’ll do my best to entertain you, Sir.”
In a blink, I was up from the bed and my hands pushed against Mr Ambrose’s chest. He was so taken aback that he actually stumbled back and fell into an old armchair. Before he could even think of standing up again, I was on him. Oh, and did I mention I had already divested myself of most of my clothes?
“Oh, I’ve got it!” I told him with an unholy grin. “I know what to do! There’s this very interesting local tradition…”
“Indeed?” he rasped.
“Oh yes, indeed.” Local as in local to brothels, not to America. But I didn’t have to tell him that, did I?
“Oh yes, indeed.” Wriggling on his lap, I cocked an eyebrow. “Wanna know what it’s called?”
Dumbly, he nodded.
Smiling, I leaned forward and whispered into his ear. Instantly, his chiselled granite face was flooded with crimson.
My smile widened.
“Let me show you…”
And I jumped him!
