Page 81 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady
“Please do not look back, lead me to the dance,” Miss Helena said to him.
Dr Frederick was confused.
What is going on?
They joined the dance, and only then did Dr Frederick look over her head in the direction of the caller. It was Lord Jeffrey. Dr Fredrick had never seen him look so angry.
“It is Lord Jeffrey,” he said into her ear.
“I know.”
Dr Frederick said nothing.
What game do you play?
“Your friend is a good acquaintance of the hostess,” Dr Frederick said.
“Which of my friends?” Miss Helena asked.
“I saw Lord Jeffrey having a conversation with Miss Morgana. They seemed rather chummy,” Dr Frederick said.
Miss Helena raised an eyebrow. She was meditative for a few seconds.
“I have little knowledge of Lord Jeffrey’s acquaintances, but I am aware that he is a very popular man. Of course, he would be on speaking terms with someone as –” Miss Helena’s voice cracked.
“–uhm, popular as Miss Morgana,” she completed.
Dr Frederick smiled.
Unpopular is a more fitting qualifier for Miss Morgana.
They stopped talking and focused on the dance. Dr Frederick concentrated, holding tight to Miss Helena and trying to avoid the errors of his last dance. It was a difficult task.
His hand could not go completely around her back, resting around the right side of her back. To get a comfortable hold, Dr Frederick had to drop his hand to her hip, an intimate gesture that had her eyes meet his gaze. She drew closer to him to give him more leverage, pushing herself onto him. Dr Frederick’s head swooned in the pressure of her softness. The impact of her soft body elicited memories in Dr Frederick’s mind. He tried to take away such thoughts by concentrating on her face. But the fullness of her lip and the soft crinkle that etched her cheeks reminded him of the salty taste of her lip in his mouth and the sweet smell of her hair. Lord Frederick mumbled apologetic words that came out as a jumble of inaudible sounds when his member rose and pushed itself onto Miss Helena’s belly.
Miss Helena, to his surprise, didn’t jump back in shock. She smiled softly and pushed herself more into him. The snugness of the dance covered his member’s rebellious act, and Miss Helena looked to have embraced it. She dropped the arm behind his back and moved it between them in a swift motion.
Dr Frederick looked at the other couples; they didn’t know what she just did. In a move that would have looked like Miss Helena dropping her arm on her lap and returning it, Miss Helena had put her hand around his erect member and massaged it quickly. Dr Frederick consciously closed his agape mouth after a short while. He wasn’t sure, but there was a hint of her smile on the set of her face.
Chapter 17
Save my day
Helena tried hard to keep a straight face. She had been naughty now with her gripping him. She decided not to take that kind of chance anymore. Compared to her dance with Lord Jeffrey, Dr Frederick made her feel at ease and alive to him. His breath on her face was warm and welcome. Helena had stopped looking at his face. She wasn’t sure she had the will to hold herself from kissing him if she set her eyes on his seductive mouth any longer. His member was a reminder of their unfinished business in the garden. The ache it evoked in her midriff made her regret her actions.
Damn my chaste, I would have satisfied this rampaging hunger that gives my heart no rest.
She didn’t want to make a decision she would only regret. Now, that decision was looking even more regrettable. Dr Frederick was bolder now and had lowered his hand from the build of her hip. His hand was lower and held her by the curve of her bottom. His fingers rubbed gently, generating a building sensation that throbbed between her legs. Helena pressed her face onto Dr Frederick’s neck and bit on his skin. Dr Frederick’s hand stilled but continued almost immediately after. Helena wasn’t sure she could take any more of his teasing. She was desperate to take her concentration off him to keep control.
She looked over his shoulders. At the end of the set, directly opposite them, stood Lord Jeffrey, looking at Helena with the greatest amount of anger she had seen in anyone. Helena dropped her gaze immediately, intimidated by the glare of his dark eyes.
What nonsense am I doing?
Helena raised her eyes back to meet his, stare for stare. She steeled her gaze, sending a message of defiance to Lord Jeffrey. Lord Jeffrey smiled eerily and shook his head. He stood just outside the arena and looked like coming between the rows of dancing couples to break her dance with Dr Frederick.
That would be the height of impropriety, and just as disgraceful as the act of claiming sole dancing rights to another woman. But what is the rationale in my actions? Aren’t I supposed to allow him the second dance and therefore make his intentions public?
Helena shook her head. She had acted on the spur of the moment, the thumping beat of her heart when Dr Frederick had asked for the second dance. Regardless of that fact, her plan was hers alone. Lord Jeffrey had no right to feel insulted.
