Page 107 of A Bluestocking for the Wicked Duke
Joane’s right eyebrow flew up.
“I thought he would have told you about it right from the beginning,” she replied.
“I knew he liked Miss Emma from the first day at the dance because his comments were very good. But I have being busy lately, especially with you,” William said. He poked a finger into the side of her abdomen as he said that, making her squirm and laugh.
“And James did not tell me anything either. When he told me last night, he said it was because I had a lot on his plate.”
“I think they felt they each would interrupt our own love story is why both of them didn’t make mention of it,” Joane commented.
“Like they planned not to tell us?” William asked.
“No, not like that, individually they came to the same decision.”
William nodded his head. She was speaking sense.
She isn’t all beauty without brains.
“She was angry with him when last I spoke to her. She cried because of him, that is a first, William. Emma normally has a very careless attitude with men, I was surprised to find out my friend could also be affected as such by a man,” Joane said.
“She cried? James didn’t mean to be so harsh,” William said.
“Well, he was.”
“He has gone to her house today. I won’t be surprised if you later tell me that Emma came back beaming because of something James did for her.”
“Well that is what love does,” Joane said. She looked intently into William’s eyes as she said that.
William pushed the temptation to read meaning into her words. He was scared of reading too much.
“Joane get up, we need to get back. The stewards might start searching for you since you didn’t leave the house. Or God knows, maybe your father is here,” William said.
Joane nodded her head as he spoke.
“Very true,” she replied.
She rolled off William and stood on the floor. Her breasts shook from the sudden motion, taking William’s eyes with them on their brief yoyo movement. William extended a palm and rubbed the nipple on one. Joane leaned back into the bed and kissed him briefly before breaking off suddenly.
“Dress up William, let’s go.”
William rolled to the end of the bed and got to his feet. Joane already had her shift on and moved with her back to William, gesturing for him to help her with the ropes. He watched her from behind, as she wore her panties. The vine of the waistline caught on her butt cheeks, puckering them till it rolled over them. William felt his cock come alive at the sight, his breathing lost depth.
Now is not the time.
He picked his shirt and threw it around his torso. He speedily put in all the buttons before bending to pick his breech. He sat on the bed and wore it, and then he buckled the belt. He wore his shoes. William scanned the room for a mirror but there was none. Joane was a quick dresser and already had gown on and every other thing in place.
“Are we done?” William asked.
Joane turned to him.
“Just one more thing,” she said.
She walked to him and joined her mouth with his. The kiss was light and fleeting but was enough to affect William. She broke it.
“Now, we are done.”
She went out first, pushing the door open and stepping out first. The sun had sank to a lower perch, and lost power with the descent. William closed the door behind him. They walked slowly, holding hands but saying nothing. Each of them in the afterglow of lovemaking held his own thoughts, William thought about the imminent meeting with the Duke of Buckingham and Chandos. Joane’s father was the only stumbling block in the way of him making Joane his bride. He had not asked her to marry him though.
Of course she would say yes.
