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“Agreed. If he thinks I am not a whore, then he might back off. He didn’t dally for one second the moment you appeared. He knows you are on to him, so I doubt he would be foolish enough to try again,” she said.
He sighed. Jane was being far too cool about all this; and that had George worried.
Does she even realize what he could have done to her?
It was time to have a difficult, but necessary conversation.
“Did your mother ever give youthe talk? I mean, about what happens between a man and a woman. Kissing is one thing, but sexual congress is another matter entirely,” he said.
A shy smile appeared on her lips.
Is that a blush? Oh. I should have put it more delicately than that. I am a dolt.
Jane reached across the table and after taking hold of one of his hands, gave it a reassuring pat. “No, my mother didn’t ever get around to giving me the full story about sex. But she explained enough for me to have figured it out before my first time,” she replied.
Their gazes met. Jane was not a virgin.Hmm.
“So, you are telling me you are not an innocent? I mean, not that it matters. I just . . .”
Jane rose and leaned over the table before placing a soft, inviting kiss on George’s lips. She beckoned for him to come closer, and when he did, she whispered into his ear, “From personal experience, I am well aware of what happens when a man and a woman lay together. If you wish it so, I could share your mattress and show you what I have learned.”
Wish it so?Heavens, it was all he thought of every time she was near. In his mind, George had developed quite a detailed image of what Jane would look like naked. The prospect of seeing it for real, in the flesh, had him licking his lips.
She got to her feet and came to stand behind him where he sat at the table. Her warm fingers settled on the back of his neck and began to gently rub. “You need to relax. Your neck is all stiff.”
Her hands moved lower, and George groaned as she dug into the tightly knotted muscles in his shoulders. One night of sleeping sitting upright had made a mess of him. “I’ve slept on the deck of Gus’s yacht many a time and not woken up like this; I must be getting old.”
“Gus? He’s one of the rogues of the road I haven’t met. Would I like him?”
A spark of hot jealousy pierced George’s heart. Gus was a lady’s man through and through. If he got anywhere near Jane, there was every chance he would turn on the charm and have her fainting away in his arms. “Gus keeps pretty much to himself. He is busy with the boat. Someday, I expect you and he will meet.”
Jane’s fingers stilled, and she whispered in his ear, “What you are really saying is that he is devilishly handsome, and females swoon before him.”
Blast Gus and his good looks.
Not that George was in any sort of position to claim ownership of Jane; especially not after all he’d done. The prospect of her falling under the spell of Gus had him grinding his teeth.
She chuckled wickedly. “Alice told me all about Augustus Trajan Jones. Let me reassure you that when it comes to him, you have nothing to fear.”
George cleared his throat. “Well, I wasn’t concerned—if that’s what you are thinking.”
Under the table, his cock twitched, growing a little hard. He could have sworn it had its own voice and was demanding that he do something about the situation and soon.
Her fingers went back to untangling the tension in his muscles. “Close your eyes and let me work on you.”
George did as he was told. The sensation of blood working its way freely back into his muscles was a welcome relief. “Is this masterful manipulation of my body another of the wonders of the east?”
A soft, warm kiss was placed on the side of his cheek. And then another. By the time Jane’s lips touched his neck, George was already semi-hard. His self-restraint was ready to snap.
“I think you had better stop that now. If you don’t, I am going to have a long and uncomfortable night ahead of me. I won’t get any sleep.”
When Jane nipped her teeth on the bottom of George’s earlobe, the battle was over. His last line of defense shattered.
He rose from the chair, scooped her up in his arms, and headed for the parlor. “I think it’s time we broke that new mattress in—what do you say?”
Jane squealed with delight. “I thought you’d never ask!”
Chapter Twenty-Three
