Page 13 of My Favorite Mistake
But before she could bring him off, Nick surprised her by bringing his hand to that little nub between her legs.
She did love a man who knew how to make himself useful. With the combination of Nick’s cock stroking her inside and his thumb rubbing her special spot, Fanny didn’t stand a chance. Just like that, she was on the edge of that knife, where the pleasure felt better thananything. He held her there for three breathless thrusts, and then her thighs started to shake and she was babbling his name as the climax swept up and overwhelmed her.
That was what Nick had been waiting for, and he let himself go when she did, shouting curses intermingled with love words as a hot jet of his cum surged inside her.
Fanny collapsed upon his chest. The sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear and the feel of his hands playing across her back slowly brought her out of her pleasure-induced haze and back down to earth.
When she looked up, he was grinning that scoundrel’s grin at her. Fanny sat up and stretched, his half-hard cock still inside her. “Well, I’m glad I decided to visit the fair.”
“I’m glad you did, too.” There was admiration in his eyes as he ran his hands up her frontside, and she could feel his cock hardening inside her.
She dropped a kiss on his nose. “I’d best be getting back to Lady Findley’s.”
He nodded and offered her a hand for balance as she climbed off. “I understand.”
They helped each other to dress. Fanny knew she had to look like she’d had a roll in the hay, and without question, she smelled like sex.
She would have to sneak back into the house so she could clean herself up. Her sanctimonious mistress would be none too pleased if she realized how Fanny had spent her day off.
On the edge of the grove of trees, Nick kissed her one last time. “Do you want me to have them call the banns tomorrow?”
Fanny flushed. “Tomorrow seems a little hasty.”
Nick rubbed the back of his head. “We might have to be hasty. Considering what we just did, you might find yourself in the family way.”
Fanny waved this off. “I know how to count the days. I don’t expect there’ll be any lasting consequences. And if I’m wrong, we’ve plenty of time to call the banns.”
“All right. But I’ll see you tomorrow at Sunday services.”
“Tomorrow, then.” Fanny squeezed his hands. “I’ll be with my mistress, but I’m sure I can manage a few words.”
He pressed a kiss into her palm. “It’s all I’m looking forward to.”
Then he melted back into the woods, and Fanny crossed the meadow toward Daryngton Hall, suddenly feeling much better about her employment at Birchington-on-Sea.
CHAPTER4
“Fanny? Miss Fanny?”
Fanny blinked. Becky was saying her name. She had told Billy and Becky the story, right up to the point where Nick was walking her home.
Apparently, she’d let her mind wander while trying to figure out how to explain what happened next, without telling themtoo muchof what happened next.
Becky’s blue eyes were huge and solemn. “Did you let him kiss you, Miss Fanny?”
The problem wasn’t so muchthatshe’d let him kiss her.
It waswhereshe’d let him kiss her.
But Fanny nodded solemnly. “I did.”
Billy gave a low whistle, and Becky patted her hand sympathetically. “What happened next?” Becky asked.
“Well,” Fanny said, “ya see…”
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The next morning, Fanny donned her finest dress for Sunday services. It was a mint green cotton with a darker green ribbon for trim, and she wore it with a crisp white apron and bonnet.
