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SECRET CONFESSIONS OF LADY H - BOOK 3 by Bethany Michaels
Copyright © Bethany Michaels, 2009
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
EXCERPT FROM SECRET CONFESSIONS OF LADY H - BOOK 3
“Henry,” I whispered. “Lie on the bed.”
He opened his eyes then and blinked as if he’d been dreaming. Dreaming of what? Another lover? I admit, my pride was hurt just a bit. But I knew I could make him forget all about whatever woman he was fantasizing about at that moment.
I smiled up at him. “Come. Lie down. I promise I won’t hurt you,” I teased.
He complied and sat on the edge of the bed. I tugged off his boots and slid his trousers off.
“Lie down,” I said playfully pushing at his chest. I climbed on his lap facing him and kissed him.
He kissed me back, a little awkward at first. I wondered, briefly, if it was possible he could be a virgin. But soon he was thrusting his tongue into my mouth and shoving hands through my hair, stroking my back and that thought vanished.
He lay back in the center of the bed. I untied his cravat unbuttoned his coat and waistcoat and pulled his shirt up until I could see his chest.
I kissed a line down the center, trying to take it slowly, to prolong his pleasure and mine, but I was eager to taste him.
At last I knelt between his thighs over his organ. I stroked him gently at first, teasing the wet tip with my finger. His breathing was erratic, and I could feel the rhythm of his heart in my hand. His hips arched up, begging for my mouth. I leaned onto all fours and granted his silent plea.
He gasped, his whole body stiffening. Was it possible, I thought, that no woman had ever done this for him? Not even a mistress? I decided that it was high time someone worshipped him properly. I laved the thick head of his cock with my tongue, paying close attention to the sounds he made and where the most sensitive spots were. I took him deep into my mouth, as far as a could down my throat, all the while stroking his shaft.
I was becoming more aroused, too and didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps that must have announced the presence of another person. I jumped when I felt the long slow glide of someone’s fingers moving across my backside.
“I wondered were you had gotten off to, Amelia. I hope I’m not too late to join the party.”
Onslow.
He pressed his finger along the crevice between my cheeks and lower to stroke my wetness. I groaned and shifted back into his touch, Fire raged through me at his touch and once again I wanted him with a force that was impossible to deny.
My gaze darted to Lord Beaufort. His eyes were open now and he was staring not at me, but at Mr. Onslow with a kind of horror. But he didn’t protest, nor did he try to sit up. His cock twitched in my hands and a bead of moisture appeared at the tip. He wasn’t completely shocked then. Something here appealed to him.
A very naughty, very decadent idea took form in my mind. A shiver of anticipation raced up my spine. I began to stroke Lord Beaufort again with my hands, as Onslow continued to tease me from behind. “Do you want Mr. Onslow to stay, Henry?” I asked in a whisper.
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