Page 84 of Beauty and the Rake
She sat in front of the fire, staring at the flames. She’d poured herself another brandy and sat with it in her hands. Taking areflection of the evening, she was not comfortable that Arthur thought her assisting in his quest for a wife was interference. He’d used an excuse that he was up to the task himself. She knew that was merely an excuse. She knew he had a history of choosing the wrong women through no fault of his own. It went without saying that most women he chose were after two things: his money and his title. Fortunately, it didn’t take long to figure this out. The women could be quite bold. All they needed was for Arthur to feign to show interest by dancing more than once with a particular lady, sitting with another for too long. The rules went on and on. She would continue what she had started doing. Find her brother a wife.
“Are you ready to retire?” Graham asked. He put his hands on both her shoulders. He bent to kiss her on the cheek.
“It is still early, but yes, I’m ready to go up. I can read some.”
“Reading is not what I had in mind, Lady Roxanne.”
“No?”
“No. Come, let me show you the way.”
She rose and strode to where her husband still stood behind her chair. She extended a hand which he took and pulled her close to his chest before ravishingly kissing her. A few minutes later, he led her up the stairs to their bedchamber.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Graham locked thedoor behind him to ensure they wouldn’t be disturbed at any time. He strode over to Roxanne who was already sitting on the bed, her slippers and stockings in front of her on the floor. She stood again as she tried to rid herself of her gown.
“Here, let me help you,” he growled into her ear. By the time he had her stripped down to her chemise, his cock ached in the confines of his trousers. She stood before him, removing his cravat and pulling at his shirt in order to take it off. “I’ll get it. You get out of that and get up on the bed.”
After divesting his clothes, he noticed Roxanne lying on the mattress, propped up on one elbow watching him lustfully. Her hand breezed over her breasts and continued on. She parted her legs and touched herself, her eyes on his jutting tool. Sensually, she licked her lips, sending Graham almost over the edge. He needed her here and now, fearing he wouldn’t last much longer. The mattress moved as he put his full weight on the bed. He covered her with his muscular body as he spread her legs even wider. He kissed her deeply, their tongues in a wild lover’s duel. His hand dropped to between her legs, to her heat. Rubbing her lightly, he inserted a finger as far as he could. She gasped at the sensation. Moments later he removed his digit, replacing it with two. This time she moved with him as he brought her to new heights. Crying out, she arched her back to take him deeper. Removing his fingers he guided his cock between her legs andthrust. Roxanne cried out once again at the sensation of him stretching her as she wound her fingers through his hair, his mouth crashing down.
They said little more than a groan for the next few moments. Then he thrust hard one last time and filled her with his seed. He kissed her wildly before pulling out of her wet cunny. Slowly, he lowered himself on her, his elbows keeping him from putting his full weight on her.
“We need more of this,” she whispered in his ear.
His breath returning, he laughed. “Yes, we do. We need to try it in the attics. We need to try it by the lake…”
“There’s no privacy at the lake.”
“Yes, there is. I just haven’t shown you yet,” he replied with a wink.
Roxanne wriggled under him with such force he had to move, lying next to her propped on his arm. She sat up and glared down at him. “How would you know this? Did you take your paramour out there? Did you make love to her while you were there?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Roxanne. Why would you think such a thing? I have taken no one there. My mistress never set foot on any of my private properties.”
She pursed her lips. “How do you know you can’t see anything if you haven’t taken someone there?”
“It was a place your brother and I came to as boys. We knew we could hide there and that no one could see it from the house.”
“Really?” she asked meekly.
“Yes,” he replied with a sly grin. “We could swim naked in the lake if we wanted without worrying you would come.”
“Still, I could have.”
“You were not allowed near either of the lakes. Not the one here or the one on your family’s estate.”
“True. Father was very strict about that.”
“So you’ll let me take you to the lake some time in the near future for some spirited shenanigans?”
“Yes. Now can we get some sleep?” She stretched and lay against the pillows.
He looked at her with mock horror. “You mean you don’t want to have a second go? You hurt my feelings, madam.”
“Not now. I’d rather sleep first, and I don’t buy that nonsense about your feelings being hurt.”
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer until she had her head on his chest. “Then sleep it is. Good night, my love.”
