Page 23 of Stick to the Deal
“So good, Princess.” His fingers find my clit and circle the sensitive nub. The clap of our bodies and the rumble of our moans echo through the cavernous room. He grips my ankle, eyes closed, turns his head, kissing the tender skin on the inner bone.
A spasm ripples through me. My breathing quickens. “I’m close. Oh, god. Reginald.” My third orgasm rockets through me. A second later, he joins me, thrusting deep as he swells and empties himself.
My eyes shut on a contented sigh. I lay completely still as he leaves me to take care of the condom. Gentle tugs urge me to a seated position. The tie falls from my wrists as firm hands lift me from the table and set me on my feet.
Reginald pads across the floor, then stops in the opening of a hallway. Looking over his shoulder, he only says, “Coming?”
I follow him into a large bedroom. More dark wood furniture fills the space. Reginald pulls a T-shirt from a drawer and lays it on the navy blue duvet, then heads into the adjoining bathroom. I slip out of my dress, carefully laying it overthe back of a chair before slipping the shirt on. The cotton is soft, obviously well-worn, and carries the faintest hint of sandalwood.
“I left a toothbrush for you by the sink.” Reginald leans against the doorframe, his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets. His eyes burn as they sweep over my bare legs.
“Thanks,” I say as I pass him, with a little extra sway to my hips. He’s already under the covers when I return; the opposite side turned down. The sheets are smooth and cool as I slip under the heavy blanket.
He clicks off his bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
“Goodnight.” It comes out in a whisper, but I know he hears me. A warm arm snakes around my waist, dragging my body against his. “Oh,” I start, “I wasn’t expecting cuddling. It’s fine.”
The arm turns to steel around me. “Shut up, Nic.” I’m somehow pulled deeper into him as his warmer body engulfs mine. My feet brush his shins, shocking a hissing breath from him.
“Sorry.” I quickly pull my legs away. “My feet are always cold. Circulation issues.”
His foot hooks my ankle and sandwiches my icy toes between his legs. “Did I tell you to move them?” I smile into the dark. Bossy Reginald is kind of fun. “Admit I was right.”
I turn to look over my shoulder, our mouths inches apart in the darkness. “Right about what?”
“Sex isn’t an issue.” His voice rumbles deeper. “Or do I need to prove my point again?” His cock twitches where it nestles along the curve of my ass.
“Tempting, but I need to fly back to New York in the morning. Time has been calling and I can’t put it off any longer.”
“How long are you going to be there?” Is that a slight whine?
“A week, but then I need to be back in Florida. I’m going to be an auntie any day now.”
He grunts behind me. “When am I going to see you again?”
I flick through my schedule in my mind. There’s no hurry to come back to London as long as I’m on the outs with Grandmama. Would Reginald come to Florida?
Oh god, the girls! I have to tell them first.
My stomach twists. For some reason, the idea of sharing Reginald with others bothers me. I like this bubble we’re in. The romance may be fake, but enjoying his company is not. If only we could get away together. Then it hits me.
“Fancy a mini-break to Sweden?”
September
There may be an alliance afoot! Although historically, the tall, dark, and delicious earl-in-waiting has been the gloomy foil to his charismatic little brother, Viscount Ravenscourt and Miss Nicolette Atherton were seen at multiple events together—including the London Opera where Miss A sat in the Silverbrook family box. She was even introduced to the countess.
Faithful readers have shared a number of candid photos of the two around town—there’s even a shot of Miss A leaving Lord R’s flat quite EARLY in the morning. She quickly flittered back to New York, leaving our most eligible bachelor all alone. If the pictures of him on Bond Street with a little De Beer shopping bag are any indication, she certainly made an impression!
Whatever could be next for these two? Hurry back to London, Miss A, life in town is so much more lively when you are here!
Keep sending in your tips and photos!
TTFN
Wendy
Chapter 14
