An English House Party Ch.

01
by AMY_Monaco
Author's note: This is a build-up to the hot & heavy stuff, so bear with me on this one. Comments are much appreciated and happy reading! * Jason Cartwright, Marquess of Fords eyed the ballroom wearily. Every matchmaking mama and their daughters were staring at him like he was a sweetmeat to be bought in a shop. He arched his eyebrow at his father, the Duke of Delaford. "You said this was a small affair." The duke, a tall man with a full head of white hair cleared his throat. "This is a small affair." "Of course, forgive me." Jason answered sarcastically. "Three hundred people is small for a London ball." The resemblance between father and son was unmistakable. Both were well over six feet tall, athletically thin and possessed the same square jaw lines and straight, patrician noses. Jason's dark blond hair was slicked back and his dark blue eyes darted from one young woman to another, failing to notice that every female he made unintentional eye contact with threatened to faint from anticipation. As the one to inherit the lofty title of duke when his father passes away, the Marquess also possessed unimaginable wealth. Every unwed female in the room was aware of this and several young debutantes flashed practiced smiled in his direction when he glanced at them. By god, he'd only been here five minutes and already they marked him as bait. "I will only stay the length of time that's expected of me." The duke turned to him. "You will stay long enough to meet your affianced and dance with her." Ah, yes. His betrothed. Jason searched the room, expecting to see her among the groups of the other debutantes. How long had it been since he'd seen her? Nine -- no, ten years. She'd been a mere ten years old when he last saw her as a mere boy of twelve. His memories of her were vague, mostly of a scrawny little girl with raven black hair and an impish face. "Pray, tell me she has grown into a tolerable young woman and not one of these

simpering misses." Jason said in a low voice. "She is an exceptional young woman with a quick mind and even temper." His father assured him. The music started, a flowing piece of violins and flutes that had couples joining on the dance floor. His father chuckled and clapped him on the back. "You will be breaking hundreds of hearts when they all find out you are engaged." "If only that were true. It will become common knowledge that our betrothal was made when we were children. Young ladies now are cleverer. They think such things can be broken if they make the men fall in love with them. Brandon had been betrothed. And look at him now." Jason was referring to one of his closest friends, who'd also been betrothed from childhood, only to find himself in love and married to his former upstairs maid. "And he's happy, I suppose?" "Yes. The bloody fool." Jason said fondly. "My lord. Your grace. " A very robust woman with blond hair approached them. Her neck dripped with jewels, generous gifts from her doting husband. Jason bent to kiss his hostess's hand. "Lady Carmichael. You look wonderful this evening. If I knew your husband wouldn't be glaring daggers at me, I would tell you exactly how wonderful you look." The older women laughed behind her open fan, then closed it and swat it on Jason's arms playfully. "You rascal." Then she came between him and his father and linked her arms with theirs, leading them further into the ballroom. "Come, I must introduce you to a particular young lady. Can you believe that she's enjoyed the entire Season without once seeing you? I am ecstatic that accepted my invitation, though it's the end of the Season. You wicked boy. You thought to avoid all these gatherings, did you?" There was no going back when one was entangled in a conversation with Lady Carmichael, albeit a one-sided conversation, for the woman loved to talk. "She's just over there, talking with her sister. Come, gels." The two young ladies, both raven haired, their violet-blue eyes sparkling in the ballroom candlelight stopped talking and turned to face them. "Jason, the Marquess of Fords, this is Miss Penelope Kingsley and her sister, Emma." Penny curtsied deeply, as he sister did the same. As she lifted her head, her unwavering gaze met his. So this was her husband-to-be. A handsome fellow, she must admit. Tall, built, his wavy blond hair was a bit longer than what was considered fashionable, but it

looked right on him. His piercing blue gaze reflected her own curiosity. He smiled, revealing straight, white teeth. "May I have this dance?" He asked. Wordlessly, she accepted, taking his hand. It was a waltz and he swept her onto the floor, moving with a grace that surprised her. She didn't think he danced much on his travels abroad. "You dance uncommonly well, my lord." The corners of his lips lifted. "This surprises you? We took our dancing lessons together, remember?" "Yes, I remember. And you used to step on my toes quite often." Now his smile was full-on and it made him appear younger. What was he, two and thirty years? "Most of the time it was accidental, I promise you." He spun her by the hand before bringing her into his embrace again. "You weren't surprised to see me, were you?" This time, it was Penny's turn to smile. "Lady Carmichael isn't subtle. She made it quite clear I was going to be meeting the eligible and utterly wonderful Marquess of Fords, who also happens to be my fianc." "And you're not upset by the fact you'll be shackled to me for life?" She shrugged, such an unladylike gesture. He arched an eyebrow at her. "I pose that same question to you, my lord. Aren't you a little nervous to soon be losing all your freedom? I heard marriage is very confining." Her candidness surprised him. Here he was, expecting her to be coy and shy, and bring up the weather. Instead, she looked him straight in the eye, asking questions that would be considered 'unfashionable' for young ladies. "I'm not nervous. Our marriage is a part of my duty as the future Duke of Delaford." "Ah. And our marriage is part of my duty as the future Duchess of Delaford." She flashed a brilliant smile at him. The years had been kind to her. Her black hair was swept up and pinned to frame her pale and delicate face. In the years he'd spent away at school and on his travels around Europe, she'd developed into a woman of subtle curves and unmatched beauty. Her straightforward way of speaking only added to the intrigue. "I should like you to attend my house party next weekend. Several of my close friends will be in attendance, and your sister is welcome to join. It will be a way for us to reacquaint ourselves with each other." He said it as-a-matter-of-factly, much like one would in a tone of a business transaction. Penny thought for a moment. She'd long ago accepted this marriage, for it was inevitable and bound by a solid contract drafter

between their fathers. Though her father, James Kingsley is a mere mister, he'd come from generations of wealth and her father and the duke had been great friends. They were even neighbors for many years, thus for a better part of her early childhood, Penny could remember Jason being a part of it. "I'll be there. Who will some of the guests be?" "My friends Brandon and his new wife, the Earl of Whittenhall and the Viscount Macey. Julian Dunsforth will be coming, as well." He ran off a small list of names, most of which she recognized, but it was Julian Dunsforth's name that held her attention. She looked away, hoping her fianc hadn't noticed anything amiss. She'd spent the entire season getting to know Julian under a chaperone's attention. A house party would offer more freedom. The thought thrilled her. "It sounds a lovely party, my lord." "It's Jason, Penelope." He answered. "We're affianced, remember?" She offered him another one of her smiles. "No one's let me forget that fact since the contract was drawn up." "You speak very candidly for a young woman." "It's been so years since we've seen each other. There are many things you don't know about me." In her words, there was a promise. To be continued...

An English House Party Ch. 02

by AMY_Monaco
The Kingsley sisters were blessed with beauty -- hair as black as night and an unusual shade of violet-blue eyes that sparkled with humor. They came from good English stock, wealth and at the age of twenty and nineteen, Penelope and Emma were desired as the perfect society wives. They sat in the family carriage, on their way to the home of the Marquess of Fords. It was to be a country party and the sisters dressed accordingly. Emma was watching the trees pass by them through the small window. "My future brother-in-law is quite handsome." Emma said. "So tall, just like the duke. I dare say that the guest list will be very long." Sometimes it was hard to keep up with

Emma's conversations, for she switched subjects without preamble. "As for many of the men, I don't think you've met them all yet. He recited names I've never heard of." "Well, I hope they aren't boring. I can tolerate talks of science and business, but if one man so much as compares fishing techniques between trout and salmon, I swear I will scream." "I highly doubt the Marquess keeps such dull company." Emma gave her a look. "Why do you still refer to him as the Marquess? He is your fianc." Penny sighed. "I barely know the man. You can hardly expect me to call him by a name I haven't used in ten years." "I suppose. Oh, look!" Emma pointed out the window as the manor came into view, a three story stone building with tall windows and columns. "It's just as I remembered it." Indeed, thought Penny. The carriage came to a stop and a footman came forth to help them down. Jason was there to greet them. "Penelope, Miss Emma." "I feel memories flooding over me." Emma said with a small laugh, looking up at the manor. There wasn't a Delaford estate the Kingsley sisters hadn't visited, since their families were so close. Now this place was made the Marquess' permanent residence, as opposed to the family seat, Delaford, which the duke resided in. They were led through the foyer, a circular room with a crystal chandelier hanging over it, and appointed upstairs. The guests were to settle in before taking tea in the drawing room. "Everyone is arrived, except for my friend, Whittenhall." Jason informed them. "I shall see you ladies downstairs." They occupied rooms connected by a door in the east wing, close to the Marquess' own bedroom. Footmen brought up their trunks and maids were starting to unpack their things. "Do you think any of them will be handsome enough to tempt me?" Emma voiced as she checked her appearance in the mirror. Penny smiled, standing next to her younger sister. "Perhaps you'll fall in love with one of his friends and we could have a double wedding."

Emma grinned. "That all depends on his friends. Penny, I think this house party will prove to be interesting." *** They were introduced to a round of his guests. There was Brandon Steel and his new wife, Julie; The Fergusons consisted of a brother and sister, both unmarried and charming; Mr. George Granville was a slightly stocky fellow with a friendly smile, easy manners and possessed a love for hunting and fishing. Penny already knew that her sister Emma would be avoiding him as much as possible. Viscount Macey, Lord Huxley and Lord Avery rounded out the eligible bachelors. "Have you settled in comfortably, Penelope?" Penny turned to find Jason standing casually near the fireplace. "I did." She eyed the room. Others were conversing with ease, sharing tea and cakes. "This is quite a start to your party." Jason nodded absently. "I thought we'd all relax for the rest of the day, since it's everyone's first evening here." "I don't suppose you'll refrain from announcing out betrothal at dinner." "I don't see why we should delay. The banns will be read in a few weeks." She sipped her tea, using it as an excuse to look around the room. She caught Julian Dunsforth's gaze and saw him lift an eyebrow in greeting. They've yet to say anything to each other. She hoped soon she would get a moment alone with him. Julian was the opposite of Jason. Having come from a middle class background, Julian had worked his way up from the docks to becoming owner to a successful shipping business, which he now owned with his brother. Julian was dark as Jason was fair. "I'd like to know what has captivated your attention, Penelope." Jason's low voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to the Marquess. He was standing closer than she thought. The top of her head barely reached his shoulders, but the way he craned his head to speak to her left little distance between their faces. Her eyes outlined the shape of his lips and then she shook herself mentally. "I suggest a ride for tomorrow morning." He smiled. "I forgot you're fond of horses. Coincidentally, I did plan for a morning ride. I'll be sure to tell the stable hands to have a gentle mount available whenever you feel the desire to go out riding." "Where's Whittenhall?" Viscount Macey asked, clapping Jason on the back. "Should be

here by now." "Said he had some business to take care of before getting here." "I don't believe I've met the Earl before." Penny commented, just as Emma came to join them. "He's often traveling. But he'll be here." *** At that very moment, miles away, Alexander Coulter, the Earl of Whittenhall was enjoying the skilled pleasures of his mistress. He lay naked on her bed, watching his erection disappeared between her painted lips. Carla was every man's desire as a perfect mistress. She was voluptuous and he appreciated how her large, full breasts bounced as she bobbed her head up and down on him. She'd smartly tied her long brown hair back so he could see her face. Alex groaned as she took all of him into her mouth, burying the head of his cock into the back of her throat. Moments before, she'd rode him like a wild animal and it was her liking that she end their nights by pleasuring him with her mouth. Alex could only oblige her. He felt the tip of her tongue flick around the head of his staff and he arched into her mouth. He could feel himself swell and then explode into her mouth. When Alex finally opened his eyes, he saw his semen drip from Carla's red-painted lips. The image used to please him. Now it only irritated him. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and started to dress. "You won't stay the night?" Carla purred, stretching out on the bed. With his breeches on, he started lacing up his boots. "I have a party to attend." "Then who will comfort me at night?" Carla asked with a pout. She spread her legs for his benefit and started touching herself in hopes of convincing him to stay. It would have worked before, but Alex was determined to finish what he'd come here to do. As he shrugged on his shirt, he went to lean over the bed and kissed her on the mouth. "You've been good to me, Carla." He said, and grabbed his neck cloth and jacket. She smiled up at him sensually and moaned softly from her own ministrations. "I could be good to you some more if you will stay, my lord."

He offered her a tight smile. "I think not. It's over between us." She stopped and stared at him. "What?" "You may keep the house and I will have this month's allowance deposited to you. But after that, you'll have to find another protector." "You are leaving me?" Carla's voice rose in anger as she sat up in bed. "How could you? You promised -- " "I made no promises." "You arrogant bastard -- " He extracted a long velvet box from his coat pocket and tossed it on the bed. "This should soften the blow, my dear." She was furious, but she grabbed the box as if he would snatch it from her any moment. She opened it to reveal a long necklace of diamonds. "You are a cruel man to leave me like this." He looked around the room, richly decorated with everything his money offered. With the house came the servants, the little carriage he'd provided her. "Goodbye, Carla." She was screaming at the top of her lungs as he stepped out of her house toward his carriage. "Where to, my lord?" His driver, Henry asked. "Straight to Jason's house in the country." "Are you sure, my lord?" Henry cleared his throat, his eyes subtly going to Alex's clothes. Alex sniffed his shirt. He smelled heavily of Carla's perfume. "On second thought, better stop at the house so I can change." "As you wish, my lord." *** Dinner that night went smoothly. Penny was sitting to the right of Jason as he announced their betrothal, which met with sounds approval and applause, followed by a formal toast of champagne. When Penny dared to glance at Julian, she saw him offer a tight smile. He

knew about the betrothal beforehand. After dinner, the women adjourned to the drawing room for tea and coffee, while the men remained behind for cigars and port. Miss Reinhart, a slender brunette and wide mouth was at the pianoforte playing a duet with Nora Ferguson. A small card game was assembled when the men joined them. It was now that Julian approached Penny, while she sat on a bench near one of the windows. "You look well, Penny." He said in a low voice. She scanned the room, saw Jason deep in conversation with the Viscount and then smiled at Julian. She was wearing one of her favored gowns, a bronze satin one with short puffed sleeves and a gold-laced neckline. "And you, Julian." "I suppose this shall be your home when you marry him." She looked around the drawing room. Richly decorated in gold and cream molding, the high arched ceilings were painted with mythical and heavenly scenes. Persian rugs covered the polished hardwood floor, where furniture of the highest craftsmanship was perfectly aligned to offer comfortable seating. "Yes, I suppose I should get used to it." Julian stared into the cup in his hand. "It's far from Sussex. It's far from me." It was where they first met early this Season. She was there to visit an aunt and Julian, there purchasing an estate. "London will always be there for us to meet." She murmured. He took a seat next to her, though he made sure not to sit too close. "Penny, I -- " A cheer of triumph from the card table startled them, cutting of Julian's words. "We shouldn't speak of this here. I must see you alone." Penny saw the Marquess stand and glance her way, indicating that he was about to join them. She lifted the cup to her lips. "Come to my room tonight at midnight." She whispered quickly. Jason's butler, Miles entered the room. "The Earl of Whittenhall has arrived, my lord." Jason turned. "Good. About time. Send him in, Miles." He joined Julian and Penny, draping his arm casually around her waist as he did so when she stood up. Emma, who'd been conversing with Jamie Ferguson caught the look exchanged between

her sister. Her eyes flew to the Earl of Whittenhall entering the room. The candlelight caught in his reddish brown hair as he walked past everyone toward Jason. The Earl was tall with large shoulders and slender build, and when he smiled, she could see the tiny lines that spread at the corners of his eyes. "Whit, I want you to meet my lovely fiance, Penelope Kingsely. This is her sister, Miss Emma Kingsley." Like a gentleman, the man kissed her sister's hand and then turned to Emma. She lifted an eyebrow when she watched him roam his eyes slowly over her, beginning from her head descending down to the very hem of her dress. On second thought, he probably wasn't a gentleman. But she let her hand rest in his and he lifted it to his lips. She was shocked when she felt his tongue against her skin instead of the light brush of his lips. "It is my immense pleasure to meet you, Miss Kingsley." "Hmm...Yes." The Viscount joined them. "You missed a delicious dinner, old boy. Where have you been?" The Earl was still staring at her, and Emma couldn't help but stare at him back. The corners of his mouth lifted. "I was a little preoccupied." No doubt, she thought dryly. He probably allowed himself to be preoccupied with many women all te time. "No doubt you've cleared your head now that you've gotten a taste of country air, my lord." Emma said. The Earl's smile broadened. "I quite agree that the country air has done some good." My, Miss Emma Kingsley was a delectable slip of a woman. Normally he was drawn to the more sophisticated and buxom sort, but Emma Kingsley, with her youthful body and full breasts just straining against the dress of hers had desire shooting through him. He'd planned the timing of Carla's dismissal perfectly. He was in the market for a new mistress and Emma Kingsley will do nicely. He accepted a cup of coffee and drank, eyes still on Emma, who joined the card game, paired up with Jamie Ferguson. She caught him staring and gave him a disdainful arch of her eyebrow. She was sassy. And he couldn't help but wonder if she was equally as feisty in bed.

An English House Party Ch. 03

by AMY_Monaco
Note from the author: Thanks to those who caught my little mistake, I can now correct

the age gap. Penelope is twenty years old and the Marquess is thirty-two. They grew up as children and were contracted to be married by their fathers when she was six, and he eighteen. So there is a twelve-year gap and it has been about 10 years since they've seen each other. Sorry for the confusion...and any others that might pop up during these chapters due to the age-mistake! (Like the comment Jason made about the dancing lessons...) But your comments are much appreciated -- I love to hear what you think. Happy reading! *** Penny pulled Julian into the room before anyone could catch him. The second the door was shut, Julian closed his arms around her. He bent his head down to kiss her. "God, I've missed you." He murmured against her lips. "I hate this." Penny whispered. "I hate this sneaking around." He frowned and pulled away. "Cry off from the engagement, Penny. I hate myself for asking you to, but...I need you." She stared at the back of his head helplessly. "You know I cannot, Julian. Our fathers expect it of us." Julian cursed under his breath. He never understood this of the upper class. What sane man would want to betroth his daughter to a man while she was a child? It made no sense. The upper class, with all their wealth and privileges, seemed to have little freedom in choosing whom they could marry. He could hardly ask her to elope with him, for it meant ruin for her and it would damage his business dealings. "If you don't wish to become my lover after I'm married, I understand." He clenched his hands together, closing her eyes at her words. It was their only option, and because they loved each other, they had to settle for being lovers. He hated the guilt that ate at him inside. He respected the Marquess of Fords both as a man and a businessman. To put Penny and the Marquess through this went against everything Julian believed in. He turned and went to take her in his arms. "You know I couldn't turn away from you, Penny." He stroked her hair, running it through his fingers. He took a deep whiff of her lavender soap. She tilted her head up at him. "I shouldn't be here." She started kissing his chin, covered in stubble now. "You shouldn't. But here you are." Boldly, she started to pull at his neck cloth. "Make love to me, Julian. Make me yours."

He held her wrists fast. "You know we shouldn't." Penny wanted to feel him as close to her as possible. She'd already resigned to the idea of becoming Jason's duchess and all the duties that went with the title. But for tonight, these two weeks, she wanted the freedom to do as she liked, to be who she wanted to be before it would all be taken from her. She wanted to be loved as only Julian could love her. She rubbed her body against his in encouragement. Her nightgown was thin and she reveled in feeling his heat against hers. With his neck cloth tossed away, she began undoing the buttons at his shirt. "Then you should leave, Julian." She slipped her hand into his shirt, heard him exhale deeply when her hand met with his burning skin. She tangled her fingers in the curly hair that covered his chest. He shook his head. "Listen to me, Penny, if I make love to you now...he'll know." "I don't care, Julian. It is you I love -- I don't care anymore." He took a deep breath. "Then do you trust me?" "With my life." She sighed, before pulling him down for her kiss. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders as he pulled the ties of her nightgown. It fluttered to the floor, revealing her pale, flawless skin. Still kissing her, he shed his breeches. "I don't want any barriers between us, Penny." She was nervous, but she felt so safe with him. Her eyes darted down to his erection sprouting from a thatch of dark hair. "Look at me, Penny. All of me." He instructed softly. He stood before her, naked, strong. Timidly, she touched her hands to his skin, running it down his chest to his stomach. He hesitated when she came upon his member. His hand came up to guide hers, wrapping her fingers around him. He groaned. He kissed her hard, pulling her naked flesh against his. She was driven by her love for him, by the thrill of sneaking around, of doing something forbidden to young unwed ladies. His hands, rough and calloused from years of working at the docks, ran over her body, kneading her, caressing her. He pushed her against the wall, cupping her full breasts. He closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking gently and heard her soft moan fill his ears. He worshipped her other breast, swirling his tongue around her repeatedly. Penny was at a loss for breath. Her heart pounded so loudly, she wondered how the entire house couldn't hear. But nothing mattered. Nothing but Julian in her arms. He left a trail of hot kisses down her breasts to her stomach, before he knelt before her. Confused, she watched him part the hair between her legs.

"Lift your leg, Penny." She did as he said. "Spread yourself wide." He hooked her leg over his shoulder and she squirmed when she felt his hot breath against her there. "Julian?" "Shh...just trust me, Penny." She bit her lip to keep from crying out when his fingers touched her, tracing the lines of her wet folds. One finger slid into her and she nearly screamed. She bucked, grabbing for his shoulders for balance. In and out of his finger moved, working her pussy. Then she felt his mouth close over her mound, licking her, flicking her engorged clit. She covered her mouth with her fist and closed her eyes. The pleasure was too much as he continued to take her with his mouth and pumping two fingers in and out of her. All at once, everything exploded inside of her and she let out a choked moan. Julian drank her in, clutching her hips to his face. "I...I didn't know." Penny said, breathless. Julian stood up and kissed her, letting her taste herself. Strangely enough, it only aroused her. Then she felt his arousal pressed against her stomach. "You didn't..." "Do you still trust me?" She nodded. They traded places, where he leaned against the wall and he gently pushed her onto her knees. "What do I do?" "The same thing I did...but you can use your hands if you don't want to use your mouth." Like before, he guided her with his hands. He showed her how to take him by the base of his cock and run her hands up and down. "Keep doing that...alternate fast and slow if you want or go steadily, it brings me great pleasure." He groaned her name. Curiously, she stuck her tongue out to taste. Her eyes shot up to Julian and she realized he was watching her intently. He tasted salty and slightly bitter, but it wasn't unpleasant. When she opened her mouth, this time she closed her lips over him. Julian hissed, but his hand came up to rest on the back of her head, indicating that he enjoyed it. More confident, Penny slid him deeper into her mouth. She continued to do this and soon was able to take most of him into her mouth. He was moving his hips slightly in rhythm with her mouth and once or twice, she felt the tip of him hit the back of her throat, causing her gag reflex to react. This is turn made him groan softly. Ever carefully, she tried to push his entire length into her mouth. She felt her throat tighten around his cock and pulled back. When she look up at Julian, his eyebrows were furrowed deeply, his face beaded with sweat. "Keep...Keep doing that, Penny. That feels so good." She took his deeply each time now and the sight of her sucking him as skillfully as a whore made Julian's cock twitch. His stomach clenched and he thrust forward. "I'm coming, Penny....I'm coming."

She wasn't prepared for his load and swallowed each spurt instinctively. He pulled out as he began to soften in her mouth. He pulled them to the bed and lay there with her in silence. "I thought making love is when you...well, when you enter me." "It's another form of lovemaking. But this way, your virginity will be in tact for your wedding night." She laid her hand over his beating heart and looked at him. "If I had a choice, I'd want you to be my first, Julian." "I know." *** Penny mounted her horse gracefully and settled into the sidesaddle. As several of the guests were still abed, only she, Emma, Nora Ferguson, Whittenhall, Jason and the Viscount made up their little riding group. The sky was dull with gray clouds and the weather was breezy. Both she and Emma sported new riding habits of forest green dresses and matching jackets with little hats angled on their pinned up hair. Emma's hat sported black netting that covered her eyes and a long pheasant feather. She eyed the Earl as he mounted his horse with ease. He brought his horse over to hers. "You prefer riding to lazing in bed, Miss Kingsley?" He asked. She tilted her head at him. "Yes. I am surprised that you do as well. I took you for a man of leisure, not sport." That damn smile of his appeared on his face. "Well, now, that depends on the sport, doesn't it?" Unlike the other men, he wore no hat and already the wind was disheveling his reddish brown hair. His green eyes flashed with something darker that she couldn't decipher and honestly, didn't care to. "Of course, there are many things to be said about lounging in bed." She let her eyes roam slowly over him, the black netting of her hat offering a cover to allow her to linger her eyes on the lower part of him a little longer. When she met his green gaze, her rosy lips curved into a sensual smile. "I'm sure you could lecture on it at university, my lord. But there is no need to tutor me." Her comment intrigued him. Alex gave her a bemused, yet very amused look. As Jason led off the ride, Emma cast one last look at him over her shoulder -- much like one beckoning him to follow -- and kicked her mount into a gallop. He chuckled and did the

same. As they were all skilled riders, Jason led the course through hurdles and easy jumps. Penny reveled in the freedom of the wind in her face, the exhilaration of speed and abandonment. The mare she was given moved with her as one and they made the jumps smoothly. Later the party paired up, with Penny and Jason at the front, the Viscount and Nora Ferguson, and Emma and the Earl bringing up the rear. Their pace was slow as they enjoyed the quiet of morning. Behind her, she heard the drone of conversation. "Come, Jason. Let us race." Penny said. "I challenge you to the jump down by the lake where the red oak fell so many years ago." But Jason shook his head. "It's too dangerous, Penelope. No one's ever made a jump that difficult, not even me. And frankly, I wouldn't try." Something in Penny wanted to rebel against him. Who was he to dictate what she could or could not do? A small voice reminded her that he was her fianc, yet it only served to irritate her more. "We're both skilled riders. We'll make it, Jason. Now, on your mark," Jason frowned. "Penelope," he warned. "Get set -- Go!" She shot forth, barely hearing Nora ask loudly, "Where is she off to?" Jason cursed and kicked his steed into a run. The party that remained behind stared after them. Penny laughed and glanced back. Jason's face was hard with fury as he sped up to catch up to her. This only encouraged her and she bent her body forward and held the reins tightly. "Slow down, Penelope. The jump is too dangerous!" He shouted. "Are you afraid?" She called back. His horse caught up with hers but she dodged him when he tried to reach over to grab her reins. They rode over the hill that led down to the lake. As the water came into view, Jason tried once again to reach for her reins. "Penelope, I am warning you. Stop this at once!" "No harm will come of it. It's just a bit of fun!"

"Penelope, for God' sake! You're riding sidesaddle. You won't make it!" As the red oak drew closer, she braced herself for the jump. "Come one, girl. You'll make it." She crooned to the horse and clutched the reins, bringing it in as the horse drew back and then up. Penny felt gravity pull and she angled herself to meet the jump, but felt her leg slip as the horse drew higher than she anticipated. Jason reined in his horse and watched in horror as Penelope's leg slip from under her, causing her to lose both grip and balance. "Jesus," He muttered and dismounted. Her scream echoed in his ears as her horse gained foothold on the other side of the fallen oak. Penelope landed hard on the ground, cutting off her scream. He broke into a run. He fell to his knees beside her, lifting her unmoving form into his arms. "Penelope. Can you hear me?" His heart pounded with fear as he pulled her hat off and touched her pale cheek. "Penelope, darling, open your eyes." Her eyes fluttered open and Jason let out a heavy sigh of relief. "See," She whispered. "All was well." She started to sit up and felt nothing broken or sprained. The jump had been too much, but she was uninjured. Jason still held her tightly and she tried to shrug him off. "Is anything broken? Are you in pain?" "I'm all right. I just had the wind knocked out of me, Jason." He grasped her by the shoulders and shook her. "You little fool." She frowned, unable to understand why he was angry. "I said I was all right." Fury burned in his blue eyes, etched into his handsome face. "You could have killed yourself, Penelope. Not to mention injured my horse." She lifted her chin rebelliously. "But we're both all right. No harm done." He shook her again. "What if the horse hadn't been able to make the jump? You could have been gravely injured, thrown off or killed. You could have twisted your neck and died, Penelope." His sober words made her stop. "I apologize for putting your horse in danger." He looked at her incredulously. "You apologize for..." He exhaled deeply. "I take back my offer to have a horse at the ready for you. Until you can ride safely, you will refrain

from doing so." "I said I was sorry, Jason -- " He frowned deeply. He tossed her over his knee. "What are you doing?" "Punishing you." She fought him, but he held her firmly as he began to flip her skirts up. "This is uncalled for, Jason. You cannot punish me like a little girl caught steeling biscuits." "You nearly killed my horse and yourself. It calls for drastic measures, darling." She felt the cool breeze on her bottom, shielded only by the thin material of her drawers. "Jason, you cannot mean to actually punish me like this and -- " She let out a yelp of pain as the palm of his hand came down hard on her bottom. Shocked that he actually spanked her, she tried to wiggle out of his arms, turning her head just in time to see his hand make contact with her skin. "You forced me to this, Penelope. I warned you." "This is undignified, my lord!" She shouted. "What you attempted was undignified for your station, for the Duchess of Delaford and as my future wife." Another slap make her jerk in pain. "Damn you -- let me go!" "Such language." -- Another slap -- "You may think me one of your many suitors, those lovesick fops who overlook your wicked tongue and bewitching beauty. Think again, darling. I will not tolerate insubordination that could harm yourself or others." "I'm afraid your travels -- ah!" Another slap. "Your travels have led you to believe that your form of punishment is acceptable." She cried out again. "It is not! Not here! This is England, my lord. We are civilized people!" "Argue as much as you like, Penelope. It won't soften my heart." "You don't have a heart." She said angrily and felt the sting of his hand. Her hair, loosened from the fall fell over her face and she pushed it aside in frustration. She clenched her teeth, muffling her cries of pain as his hand came down on her again and again. Her skin was burning and she squirmed, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

What's worse was she felt a strange wetness between her legs. She tried to close them together to keep him from finding out. He pushed them apart and she felt the sting of his hand again. "I've learned my lesson. Now let me go!" "I don't think you have, darling." He said. His voice had grown husky. Two more slaps and he stopped. Soothingly, he rubbed his palm over her now sore bottom. "Let me up, Jason." She demanded. She felt his palms knead her skin, slowly moving to her inner thighs. "Jason, what are you -- " She whimpered as she felt his hand close over her mound. Her drawers had a wide opening there and she could feel the heat of his hand against her. She squirmed, this time not in pain, but wanting. "Let me up." She said flatly, unconvincing. Jason noticed this and caught her gaze as he traced her damp pussy. "You little minx," He muttered, finding her clit and flicking it lightly. "You've grown wet from my punishment." "No." She shook her head. She felt an ache down there where he touched her, yet fought to stop this. He shouldn't be arousing her. Only Julian could do that. Not Jason. She reminded herself that it was Jason who'd sought to punish her like some wayward child. But she lifted her bottom up when she felt his fingers circle her clit, sliding one finger into her. "Stop this." She hissed. "I demand it!" He ignored her, and leaned over to capture her reluctant mouth as he fingered her. She was so aroused that too soon, she came in his hand. Feeling guilt and hating him -- hating herself -- she pushed off of him. They stared at each other, both panting for breath. Her eyes went to his breeches and saw a big bulge straining against the tan colored material. The fire in his eyes made him look dangerous and she couldn't break her gaze from him. "I meant what I said." He made to stand and towered over her. "I am not one of your worthless and cowardly suitors. I won't tolerate your tantrums or schemes. I'll do what I must to protect you." "Protect me from what?" She glared daggers up at him. "From yourself, if I have to." "And who's going to protect me from you?" She shot back.

He frowned. "I'm going to be your husband. You don't need to be protected from me." "Just because you'll be my husband, doesn't mean you'll be my true lord and master." He bent down to lift her up and kissed her hard on the mouth, grabbing her by her bottom so he rubbed himself against her. "Oh, I'll be your lord and master. That's a promise." Then he backed away from her and grabbed his riding crop from the grass. "Get your horse. I'll tell everyone you took a fall and won't be joining them for the rest of the afternoon."

An English House Party Ch. 04

by AMY_Monaco
"Where is she off to?" Nora voiced, just as their host started after Penelope. The Viscount waved at them dismissively. "They're childhood friends. They used to challenge each other to races all the time. Now you mentioned..." "They are a handsome pair." The Earl commented to Emma. Their horses were several yards away from the Viscount and Nora Ferguson's. "Jason and your sister, I mean." "Do you think so? "I understand you grew up together." The memories were fond ones, and it brought a smile to Emma's lips. "Yes. Our fathers are great friends and one of our family homes is next to their family seat at Delaford. You are acquainted with the Marquess from his travels, my lord?" "We met in Italy, where I have a villa." "Are you Italian?" "My mother was. The title, of course belonged to my father." "That must have been in interesting childhood. You speak Italian, then." "Fluently. It's the language of lovers, you know."

She smiled confidently. She'd met his kind before. Though she only had one Season to hone her social and flirting skills, she'd met every kind of man. The shy, the boisterous, the friendly and the womanizing. It was obvious which category the Earl fell under. Men like him, she was sure, always wanted the last word. Normally, his type only annoyed her -- the self-assured arrogance they possessed in acquiring any woman they wanted to warm their bed. Yet there was something about the Earl that intrigued her. And she always loved a good intrigue. "I am sure you use Italian to compliment women all the time." He smiled wickedly. "Both in the bedroom and out." She stared at him wide-eyed then let out a nervous laugh. "You mean to shock me." He reined in his horse closer to his. "I'm merely being truthful, cara." She appreciated honesty. And she returned the sentiment. "My lord, you'd have better luck to aim your interests at another young lady of the party. You will find I will not simper and sigh at your charm, nor will I laugh at your comments simply to boost your ego." Something darkened his eyes and he lowered his head closer to hers. She caught a whiff of him, the smell of leather and citrus. She'd decided right then and there that it was the most masculine scents she'd ever smelt. "Miss Emma Kingsley." The way he say her name, drawing out each syllable was like a physical caress of his hand on her bare skin. She drew up her back to keep from shivering. "I am a man accustomed to getting what he wants. Whatever I aim to possess, I succeed. And you, Emma, I aim to have." *** They served themselves for breakfast later that morning. As guests piled their plates up from the sideboard in the dining room, Penny found herself eating alone in her room. Her so-called accident labeled her an invalid for the afternoon and as everyone expressed sympathy, they also left her alone to recuperate for the coming evening. Emma checked on her briefly, making sure she was comfortable before joining the others for the morning meal. Jason later came up to make sure she was all right. "I'm sore, thanks to you." She said, wincing in pain as she stood up. He came toward her with a swagger that heightened her anger. "I could always soothe away your pain. You seemed to enjoy it earlier." Penny took a big step back from him. "No. You just stay away from me. I don't want you touching me again."

"I think that will be a bit difficult, as I am your fianc." He bent his head down to kiss her. "From now on, when we see each other, you will greet me with a kiss." She thought of Julian and shook her head. "I will do no such thing." "Then I will initiate the kiss. We'll slowly work our way up to more...intimate activities." Penny felt herself grow warm in his embrace. "You've become impossible. When will you get it into your thick head that I won't carry out your demands like some slave? Like I said, we live in a civilized world." He brought their faces close. "When it comes to taming you, it seems I must be uncivilized." She felt his lips brush against her cheek. "And in bed, you will find that I am nothing but." She pushed him away and this time, he didn't resist. He started for the door. "I'll have one of the maids bring an ointment for you to ease some of the discomfort. But I implore you to send word immediately if you wish for a more personal nurturing. I would have the greatest pleasure in nursing your wounds." *** After lunch, a group went out to take a stroll in the vast gardens spread over the estate. The boxed hedges were trimmed and blooms of every color brightened the otherwise ordinary day. Emma found herself breaking away from the group, wanting to explore the grounds at her own pace. She carried a book with the intention of reading quietly in the little alcove near the fountain where a statue of Venus stood. She remembered as a little girl that it was her favorite place on the entire estate. She walked along the rose bushes, her hands clasped behind her back, offering a picture of innocence. She expected the Earl to show up any minute, and truthfully had hoped he would. He didn't disappoint her, for he appeared in the opposite direction, walking casually toward her, making a show of observing the flora. "I dare say I'm dull company compared to your opera singers and actresses, my lord." He fell into step beside her, his shoulder bumping hers as they walked. "How do you know I court opera singers and actresses?" "Don't all men? They are such...cultured people, after all." Was her dry response. "At the moment, no more so than you." He glanced behind her, saw the book and plucked it out of her hand. He scanned the title. "Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. A romantic, are you?" She smiled. "Sometimes. But I'm a realistic romantic."

He scoffed at her. "There's no such thing as a realistic romantic. You're either practical or a daydreamer. And I have a feeling you are the latter." Emma stopped to admire one of the plants, picking one of the white flowers and lifting the bloom to her nose. "And I shall venture a guess that you are the former?" "Practical and ambitious, among other things. Every man has to be so we may rise above the ranks." "A man can be a romantic and practical and still succeed. Just as a woman can. Look at Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy." "Your Mr. Darcy doesn't exist in real life." "Oh, he's out there in some way shape or form." He bent his head down toward hers, so she'd only have to tilt her head to feel his kiss. She felt his warm breath caress her face. "Is that what you want? A proud, socially inadequate fop who spouts poetic words and undying love?" She shot him a challenging look, feeling her lips curve into a sensual smile. "I want a man who's confident enough to seize his desires." Alex's eyes lowered to her rosy mouth, so full and bow-shaped, it beckoned for a kiss. This game they played of cat and mouse ignited a fire inside of him he hadn't felt since he was a green lad, anxious to bed his first wench. She was young -- nineteen -- he knew this because he'd inquired, yet she acted like a woman in charge of her own fate. She didn't bat her eyelashes at him or take offense at his blunt conversation. Nor did he intimidate her. Instead, she met his comments with a challenge of her own, answering him with a candor that surprised even his jaded age of five and thirty. Emma felt him lean in and she stealthily stepped aside, avoiding his kiss. If he thought she was that easy to get, he had another thing coming. "I could give you a tour of the gardens, my lord. I'll even show you my favorite spot at the Venus fountain." He watched her with eyes darkened with passion and for a moment, he said nothing. Then he straightened and clasped the book in his hands behind his back. He cleared his throat. "Lead the way, cara." *** "Then what did he say?"

Emma looked at her sister through the mirror as she brushed her raven back hair. "He said he was a man accustomed to getting what he wants." From the edge of the bed where Penny was perched, she rolled her eyes. "Men. They think they own everything, including the people they meet." "I've dealt with his kind before. I'll be able to handle him." Emma replied. "I'd be cautious, Em. You think you've known every kind of man, but this isn't like it was during your Come-Out. The Earl could be dangerous." Emma said nothing for a moment. She met her sister's gaze in the mirror once more. "He intrigues me, Penny. I don't know what it is about him, but there's just something. I can't stop thinking about him." Penny grinned. "Perhaps you're falling in love." Emma smirked. "I most definitely am not falling in love. The Earl is so...oh! He's so sure of himself. He thinks he can weave his spell over me like he does his opera singers. I am determined to show him that I won't easily fall to his prey. I'm not one of his ladyloves he can shower attention on one moment and then discard like yesterday's newspaper. Penny, I have two weeks to give him a taste of his own medicine." Penny shook her head, hid her wince as she got off the bed and pressed her cheek against her sister's. "Heaven help the man. Emma Kingsley aims to serve justice." *** A vase of hothouse flowers arrived for Penny just as she was leaving her room the next morning. Attached to the yellow mums was a card. Written in a strong, sweeping hand were the words, "To brighten your day, darling -- J." "Well, he isn't much for poetry, is he?" She muttered. She had to admit though, the blooms were quite pretty and had the maid set them near the window. She bumped into Nora Ferguson on the way down the stairs. "I'm glad you're recovering from your fall beautifully." Nora said. The Fergusons were a warm duo, friendly and easy-going. Brother and sister soon became a favorite of the party, for they got along with everyone. Both fair-haired, with faint freckles scattered across their noses they made an attractive pair. They were the only son and daughter of philanthropists who'd died years ago on a ship that sunk on its way to Asia. Their strict grandfather raised the twins. Nora hooked her arm with Penny's and together they rounded the landing toward the dining room. "The Marquess seemed anxious all day, probably worried that you were in pain. He kept glancing at the ceiling."

He was probably gloating in his power over her, Penny thought angrily. She offered Nora a smile. "We've schedule another ride after breakfast. Will you be well enough to join us?" Penny shook her head. "I better not. Perhaps next time." She found her sister chatting quietly with the Earl at the breakfast table. When she sat down with her plate, Jason folded down the newspaper he was reading. "Sleep well, my dear?" He leaned over the table and brushed their lips together. She froze and glanced around the room, blushing from the neck up. She felt some relief that no one paid them mind. "Very well, thank you." She answered tightly. "I hope you liked the flowers I sent up." "I did." "Excellent. They've planned another ride, this time to the nearby village. I hope you'll decline to recuperate properly." The conversational tone he used irked her, but she tried to calm herself. She shouldn't allow him to anger her so. If she was going to survive a lifetime with him, she might as well get used to his ways. "I have declined. I thought I might spend some time in the library or in the gardens." "I think I'll join you, for I've declined the ride as well." She shot her fianc a look, which he returned with the lift of his eyebrow as if he dared her to refuse him. Penny lifted the glass of orange juice to her pursed lips. *** There was great commotion as the party readied for the village. George Granville, the gentleman who was fond of hunting and fishing broke into a debate with Lord Huxley on the ideal weather to hunt for Quail. Emma, who'd also declined to join them, rolled her eyes as she met her sister's gaze. She slipped her arm into the crook of Penny's as they headed toward the study. "I saw the flowers in your room. Quite pretty and thoughtful of the Marquess." Emma commented. "He's a completely different person as I thought he would be. I know I judge him from a child's memories, but I cannot possibly see the resemblance between the sweet and kind

Jason I knew to the Marquess, with his quick temper." "Temper?" Emma shot her a skeptical look. "He seems even tempered to me." "Yes, to you and everyone else. But when he's with me, he's the Devil himself, ordering me to do things and claiming to do what's best for me." "You two make quite a picture." Their two dark heads lifted as the Marquess came to join them. "I trust both of you are settled into your rooms and enjoying the party." It was Emma who offered a genuine smile. "We have. And I confess that now that I am here, I will never want to leave. You were right to make this your permanent residence, my lord." "Please, it's Jason. We're family." "Not yet, we aren't." Penny said. Emma stood a little straighter as the Earl entered the study. "I think I shall search your library for a good read." Emma announced and started for the far end of the study, while Jason led Penny to the other. "How are you feeling today, Penelope?" Jason asked in a low voice. She took a seat near one of the fireplaces, taking her time to adjust her skirts. "I'm fine, but I am surprised you care at all, my lord. After all, you are responsible for half of my pain." "Still angry about it? You used to be very forgiving." "If you think I forgave you for placing that frog in my bonnet all those years ago, you are sadly mistaken." Jason chuckled softly and took a seat beside her. "If it's any consolation, I did the same to your sister." Penny tried not to smile. "Yes, but she didn't put the bonnet on." Then she couldn't help herself and let out the laugh she'd been holding in. Jason joined her; the sounds of their mirth was lost in the cavernous study, barely reach Emma and the Earl. When their laughter died down, Jason met her gaze. "I know this must be hard for you, Penelope." He began. "Marrying someone I don't really know is new for me, too."

Penny sobered and looked down at her folded hands. "Hasn't it occurred to our fathers that we might fall in love with other people?" Jason thought about this for a moment. "Our society doesn't believe in love matches, not for us anyway." He saw her nod slowly, as if reluctantly agreeing with him. Even unsmiling, she was beautiful. Her profile was flawless with classical features, and had he noticed this before? She had a tiniest birthmark just below her left earlobe. It was almost hidden by a wisp of hair, but as close as he was sitting, he could see it. He felt an unusual urge to press his lips there. "Look, I won't fall in love with anyone, I give you my word." She looked up. "Matters of the heart cannot be controlled at will, Jason. I thought you intelligent enough to know this." "You will soon realize that I can control mine. If I give you my word, than believe it. I won't fall in love with anyone." He repeated. Penny rolled her eyes. "You say this now, but one day you will look across the room and gaze upon the woman you wish to marry for love. We do not control who we love." He let out an incredulous laugh. Penelope Kingsley was the most beguiling and baffling creature in his entire acquaintance. "It is starting to sound like you want me to fall in love with someone else. Or is there some other motive?" Penny lifted her face, smiling mysteriously. "My motives are my own, Jason. You will never know the truth of them." *** When the Earl joined Emma, she was scanning the titles on a shelf housing foreign books. His eyes followed the curved of her narrow shoulders, right down to her trim waist and the rest of her. He'd lost track of how many hours he'd lain in bed, imagining her beneath him, on top of him, and everything in between. "I thought you were joining the others to the village." Was her greeting. She didn't bother to look at him. "I knew I'd find more fascinating company elsewhere." "And have you?" He gave her an once-over; so blatant it caused her to shift restlessly. "I think you know the answer to that, cara." "I wish you wouldn't call me that, my lord."

"And I wish you wouldn't call me 'my lord.' It's Alex." She laughed. "That is only reserved for family or..." "Lovers?" He suggested and enjoyed seeing the heat flare in her eyes. What he really wanted was to see her eyes darken as he entered her for the first time. She'd be exquisite. Daringly, she met his gaze and leaned in a little closer. "Is that what you wish us to be, my lord?" The question surprised him, yet at the same time, he'd expected a playful response. Emma wouldn't answer him any other way, and he was beginning to find this one of her most attractive qualities. It was safe to say he actually liked Emma Kingsley. Which was saying much, for there was a very select group he respected or truly liked. He leaned closer, until their faces were inches away. "I'd like to be as close to you as possible, cara. If our host and your sister weren't in this room, I would take you up against this bookcase right now and show no mercy until you were screaming my name." If she were any other woman, Emma was sure she would have fainted dead away. The image he described fascinated her. Unconsciously, her lips parted, causing his gaze to shift to her mouth. Never in his life had he wanted to kiss a woman more. By god, he'd give his entire fortune to taste those lips, to feel her melt in his arms as he drank her in. "I told you once, my lord that I am not one of your opera singers." "Cara, you have my word that I want you more than I want my next breath. Opera singers, be damned." Emma was taken aback by his confession. His voice had grown husky, their voices lowered to such an intimate tone, anyone would think them lovers. She was determined to let him think he was dealing with a skilled seductress. "I grow weary from such a confession. Men really should be more creative when enticing me to their beds." Her offhanded comment had his eyes narrowing slightly. As meaning sunk in, he lifted his arm, resting it against the bookshelf. "You are only nineteen." "How old were you when you first bed a woman?" She challenged. "Touch. Only, for well bred young ladies, I had thought..." He smiled slowly. "Give me the word and I shall come to you." His intense eyes held promise. One she was so tempted to accept yet something told her to hold off. She felt the ache in her breasts, in her belly, the wetness between her legs.

She knew the basics of lovemaking, having accidentally come upon a couple at a party during her Season. She'd been unable to tear her eyes from the sight of a woman first using her hands to pleasure the man before he slid his member into her. The image had forever been etched into her mind. She didn't think it would ever become useful to her until now. Abruptly, Emma grabbed a random book of the shelf and turned away from the Earl. "Penny, Jason." She called. Jason and her sister looked up from their deep conversation. "I've decided I want to go back into the garden for some reading. The Earl says he has some business to take care of and I hardly want to interrupt the two of you." Penny waved at the seating around them. "You aren't interrupting anything. Of course, you can join us." "No, I really think the fresh air will do me good, so if you'll excuse me." With her back turned to them, she was able to exchange a sensual look with Alex. "My lord, I hope you shall finishing your business in time to enjoy tonight's...entertainment."

An English House Party Ch. 04

by AMY_Monaco
Alex's eyes followed Emma out the room. She was proving to be his favorite person. He waited a reasonable amount of time and then excused himself. He took a different route to the grounds, finding her in a walled garden almost hidden away by crawling ivy and thick hedges. The instant he was near, he brought her up against him hard, capturing her mouth with his. The book she carried fell to the ground. He pulled her further into the garden and up against the wall. Almost frantically, he worked the buttons on her dress, eager to expose her skin. His mouth left hot kisses all over her face, her neck, nibbling on her shoulder as he pushed the neckline down enough to expose her full, pert breasts. She wordless pulled his head down to kiss her there and moaned when he suckled one hardened nipple. He was as hard as a rock, ready to spill himself like an untried boy. He freed his own erection and grasped her hand. "Touch me, cara." He murmured against her lips. "Oh, god." Her warm hand closed around him. At first she moved hesitantly, but her hands eventually gained a rhythm that had him groaning. If she'd asked for the moon, he would have given it to her. She was too

good, a connoisseur of the art of lovemaking. Whoever the fellow was to have taught her this, Alex would have to thank him personally. She kissed him fervently, thrusting her tongue against his own, curling her fingers through his thick hair as she worked his cock. His hands started to lift her skirts, but she shook her head. "Would you like my mouth on you?" She whispered against his ear. Lost in his desire, he watched her fall to her knees and slowly touched the tip of her tongue to the swollen head of his staff. "Cara," He groaned, trying to pull her up so he could finish this properly. "Shh...just enjoy it, Alex." The sound of his name on her lips was his undoing. He could feel his orgasm build and embarrassingly, he felt his seed shoot into her mouth too soon. He watched her through half-closed eyes as she swallowed his load. She gracefully stood up and nuzzled his neck. "I'm coming to your room tonight, cara." He said, straightening his breeches. "Leave the door unlocked." She said nothing and kissed him. Then she bent down to pick her book up and cast an enticing glance over her shoulder before leaving him alone in the garden. Bewitching. It was the only way to describe her. With his hands on his hips, he looked around him, wondering what had happened. One moment they were conversing in the study, the next she had him in her mouth, giving him the best blowjob he'd ever experienced. Alex shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck, a habit of his whenever he was confused or restless. Now more than ever he was determined to have her as his mistress. *** When the party returned from the village, some carrying packages wrapped in brown paper, they all settled for late luncheon. Since the day was warm and not too sunny, it was set out on the terrace where the guests could serve themselves. They dined on cold meats and bread, cheeses, fruit, tarts and fresh pastries. There was a hearty dish of potatoes seasoned with herbs and powder biscuits. "Geinhart is a charming place, I must say." Nora announced. She was referring to the village they'd just returned from. "The people are so friendly. And Lord Avery seemed to know everyone and proceeded to introduce us to them when they waved a hello." Her brother Jamie said from the other end, "I dare say we shall look for residence here." "Your grandfather won't mind?" Asked Miss Reinhart.

"I hardly think so." Nora responded cheerfully. "If you do decide to look in the area, I offer my services." Jason said. "My secretary could inquire about the estates here." "Excellent. I shall take you on that offer, my lord." Jamie said with a nod. "And might I also ask for your secretary to make a list of bachelors in the area? It's about time my wayward sister make a match." Everyone at the table laughed along. "My brother is determined to get rid of me, though he cannot deny I do well as his hostess when our grandfather is away." Julian, who was seated next to Penny, touched her under the table while Jason turned to say something to Nora. Penny met Julian's eyes and felt her heart ache. Suddenly she felt torn between two men. She loved Julian, yet her duty was to Jason and after their conversation this morning, she felt she had to make more of an effort to accept him. Jason was and it was only fair she do, too. "Tonight?" He whispered, his eyes on his plate. She nodded ever so slightly. *** Alex waited impatiently for the hour to strike midnight. Dressed in his robe, he slipped out of his room and down the hall toward Emma's. He twisted the knob and frowned when it didn't budge. He tried again. "Emma." He murmured, scratching softly on her door. Still there was no answer. The little minx, he thought. He quietly returned to his room and fell into bed naked. Frustrated, he stared down at his cock, hard from desire. Emma was becoming an obsession for him. Suddenly, he wanted the house party to end so he could go straight to establishing a home for her. He imagined it with incredible detail. He's dress her in the finest gowns, the latest fashion. He'd shower her with diamonds and emeralds, or whatever sort of gem she preferred. He'd set up a limitless allowance. He could well afford it. For her, he seemed to have no control. Alex felt an odd ache in his heart and he rubbed it absently. But he dismissed the discomfort quickly as his mind wandered to other things. He smiled, wondering what tomorrow had in store for them.

An English House Party Ch. 05

by AMY_Monaco
The house party attended an Assembly held by one of the Marquess's neighbors. Now that Nora and Jamie were set on purchasing an estate nearby, it was the perfect opportunity for them to mingle with the local society. Jason reserved the first two dances in the first set with his fiance. Soon the lively music and the chatter of gossip put everyone in high spirits. Hundreds of candles were lit for the occasion, casting a complimenting glow on the ladies. Penny wasn't exempt from this and looked very becoming in a gown of purple satin. Jason tried to ignore the slight jealousy he felt when he witnessed Penelope becoming more relaxed in Julian Dunsforth's company. Emma wore a similar shade as Penny, though her neckline was square cut and her sleeves were at three-quarter's length. The Kingsley sisters proved to be popular, reacquainting themselves with people they'd met years ago and smiling at the soldiers newly arrived in town. Dressed in regimentals, the men made a handsome sight and even Emma found herself flirting with one particular soldier with wavy blond hair. They stood in one of the drawing rooms, sipping from wine and Emma found herself laughing more than once at Saunders' amusing stories. "Oh, how awful!" Emma laughed and Saunders shrugged sheepishly. "I can say I could not eat it for weeks after that." "Ah, Emma. There you are." Emma turned in time to see the Earl approach. Saunders smartly excused himself. "You've been avoiding me, cara." Alex said, drawing close to her as polite society could allow. "Not really." "I want to see you alone so I can finish what we've started." His voice was deepened by the promise in his words and she smiled into her glass of wine as she sipped. "Or do you mean to toy with me like you do with your past lovers?" She set her glass down on a passing servant's tray and turned to him. "I believe I am unwell and wish to return to the Marquess' home. I won't need an escort, but if you desire

to...make sure I am well, I would be much obliged." With a smile, she curtsied and went to make her excuses. She told her sister she'd take the carriage home and that there would be no need for an escort. Her body was humming as she sat in the carriage, anxious to get back to her room. If the Earl had taken the hint, he'd meet her later in her room. She berated herself for being so irrational. She was a gently bred lady and here she was, about to lose her virginity to the Earl. One who wasn't going to offer marriage and most likely would stop pursuing her as soon as he got a taste of her. Emma slumped back into her velvet seat. It was no use. Even as her heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of him, she knew that deep down, she cared for him more than she let on. She was very much in danger of falling head over heels in love with him. "Heaven forbid." She murmured, as the carriage pulled up to the house. She went straight upstairs. "Cara." She whirled around as the door was shut closed to her room. The earl stood there in his formal clothes, though he'd discarded his blazer and the buttons on his vest were undone. With his legs planted firmly apart, his hands at his side, he looked the very image of masculinity. His eyes looked pitch black in the dimness of the room and the firelight danced on his skin, enhancing his image of sinner. Emma's feet moved of their own accord. Alex met her halfway, kissing her hard. Their hands worked quickly at each other's clothing, shedding his vest and neck cloth, tossing his shirt away. He undid the buttons on her dress with speed and pulled the material off her. She sighed at the feel of his hard chest touching her own full breasts, swollen from desire. Standing naked before him, she didn't feel an ounce of shyness. As he tugged his breeches down and discarded his boots and socks, she unpinned her hair, shaking it until the long black tresses cascaded down her shoulders, partially covering her nipples. "You're exquisite, cara." He whispered, cupping her face gently before kissing her again. Hooking his arm under her legs, he carried her to the bed and laid her on the cool sheets. Her hands explored the hard planes of his body. She couldn't stop touching him and reveled in the velvet softness of his arousal. He moved over her, balancing his weight on his arms as they kissed. "Alex..." She whispered. He pushed her slender legs apart and positioned his cock at her entrance.

"Jesus, you're so wet for me." He said. Emma wasn't prepared for the pain. He thrust into her in one swift stroke and went still immediately as she whimpered. When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her with such intensity. He was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring. "Cara," He said, his entire body tense. "Oh, god." He began to move. Instinctively, she lifted her legs high over his hips, bringing him in deeper. A slow smile curved on her lips as she felt her pleasure build with each deep stroke. He angled his thrusts so that he was able to trigger pleasure from her clit. Emma cried out softly as he moved steadily. She murmured his name, winding her arms around him, watching the muscles cord in his neck and shoulders as he penetrated deeper and deeper. Their lips met in a torrid kiss. Suddenly, he rolled onto his back so she straddled him. Driven by passion he'd ignited, she lifted herself over his hard throbbing length and slammed down on him. He arched to meet her, his face hardened by concentration. His large hands held her tightly by the waist, using his strength to pull her over his cock. She drew from that power, the power she had to cause this passion to pound through him. She leaned forward to rest her hands on his chest for balance and arched her back. It brought him deeper inside her and she let out a sultry laugh at this knowledge. Alex watched her throw her head back in rapture. The ends of her long hair tickled his thighs as she rode his cock. God, she was beautiful, a siren bent on killing him with pleasure. His mind had gone blank the moment she was in his arms and the only clear thought he had was of her. Her name was a mantra on his lips as he began to pound in and out of her. He was getting closer to release and when he caught sight of that seductive smile on her lips, he pulled her down for a kiss and rolled her beneath him as he plunged into her. Emma let out a guttural moan as she climaxed and he finally was able to let go. He ground his hips into her and drawing the last of his strength, managed to pull out just as the first spurt of his seed shot from his cock. He shuddered, holding his throbbing cock as he emptied himself over her stomach. He collapsed beside her. Emma blinked, staring at the ceiling, yet seeing nothing. She'd never imagine lovemaking could be this intense, so powerful that every thought could be extracted from her to the point that nothing else mattered but this euphoria. Her eyes went to the white sticky substance on her stomach. With a lazy hand, he reached for the sheets and wiped his come off her skin. Propping his head on his hand, he looked

down at her, resting his hand on her abdomen. "You led me to believe you've had lovers, cara." "Well, obviously I didn't. You are my first." She didn't bother to hide herself beneath a sheet. They'd just made love and somehow the idea showing modesty now seemed a ridiculous notion. Alex frowned slightly at her comment. "You should have told me. I could have eased your pain instead of taking you so quickly." That slow smile returned to her lips and her hand came to his chest. "The pain was quickly gone and I very much enjoyed everything else, Alex." They shared a long, lazy kiss. After lying in comfortable silence, Emma was the first to break their reverie. "Everyone will be returning soon." Alex smirked. "Assemblies never end early." "And here I am, feeling so unwell that I have to miss the dances." She said, referring to her lie and pretended to pout. "Perhaps I can think of something to make you feel better, cara." With only his hands and mouth, he brought her to the heights of two more orgasms before he pulled out of her with a heavy groan. *** Penny followed the Marquess out onto one of the small terraces. There, engulfed in near darkness, they leaned against the stone railing and stared quietly out at the garden. Crickets and the faint music behind them orchestrated the night. Without looking at her, he said, "I saw the way you looked at Julian Dunsforth." Her head whirled around to look at him. "I beg your pardon?" He turned to her now. In the darkness, his golden blond hair and blue eyes made him look sinister. "When he asked you to dance, you two exchanged a look." As he said this, the frown on his face deepened. He leaned closer to her. "What goes on there?" She turned away. "I don't see how that is any of your business." He reached for her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "It damn well is my business. I am your future husband. I have a right to know whether my fiance is having an affair." It was her turn to frown. She was grateful for the darkness to hide her reddening face. "We danced. That hardly counts as an affair."

His eyes narrowed and for a moment he said nothing. "I'll be watching him. I don't want any man getting too friendly with you." "You're being arrogant again, my lord. I can have male friends, just as you have female friends." "I don't exchange heated looks with my female friends, Penelope." He said in a dangerously low voice. She wriggled out of his arms and stepped back. "What I do is my own affair." "Is he your lover?" She lifted her chin. "And what if he is?" Jason curse. "Listen to me, Penelope. You are making a grave mistake to mix with the likes of him. Perhaps you wish me to think he's taken you to his bed already, but I warn you. His kind do not care for you. All he wants is your money." "Julian Dunsforth is wealthy by his own right." "Yes, by trade." Jason regretted his words as soon as he said them. He was one of the few who respected those who rose successfully from nothing. "Just because he doesn't carry a title as lofty as yours, doesn't mean he isn't worthy, Jason." "Just stay clear of him." She let out an exasperated sigh. "There you go again, telling me what to do. I will keep the company I like. Accept it, my lord." He grasped her by the arm. "No wife of mine is going to carry another man's bastard." "Let me go, Jason. Someone might hear you." "Good." "Oh, you high-handed boar." She hissed. "Where are you taking me?" "Don't resist me, or you'll make a scene, darling." He warned low in her ear and proceeded to lead her through the ballroom crowd. They walked through the foyer, where the butler handed them his cane, hat and her silk wrap. He told the butler to make his excuses to their host.

He practically pushed Penny into the carriage. She glared at him from the opposite seat as it began to move. "This is madness. You cannot simply drag me around like a puppet, ready to do as you please." "I'm only doing this for your own good, Penelope." She pounded her tiny fists into the cushions of her seat. "Why do you insist on calling me Penelope? It's Penny. Pen-ny! Oh!" She crossed her arms over her chest. What was it about him that had her acting like a child throwing a temper tantrum? Never had she felt such an urge to kick her feet and scream. "I thought we were going to try being friends." He said, referring to their conversation in the library the other day. It only made her feel worse. "Like I said before. We cannot choose who we fall in love with." When the carriage pulled up to the house, he dragged her out and straight into the house, up the stairs. "You can't lock me in my room like a little girl." She said crossly. "You can be assured that you will not be locked in your room." He answered simply. He pulled her into his room and locked it with a decisive click. She stared at him. "What are you doing?" She said, feeling a little nervous now. She watched him come toward her as he shrugged his jacket off, then his vest. He pulled at his neck cloth without a care to the expensive material and tossed it aside. "I'm not giving you or Dunsforth any more opportunities to plant his seed in you." "Jason, keep away." She said, and soon found herself backed against his bed. The edge hit the back of her legs and she fell onto the soft mattress. When she made to move away, he covered her body with his, blocking her. She struggled and found her hands pinned to the bed. "You cannot do this!" "We're betrothed. It won't matter." He managed to strip her of her gown, ignoring her protests and squirming. She locked eyes with him and suddenly saw the fury burning in his blue eyes. He forced her mouth to his. "I demand you stop this at once!"

"I cannot do that, Penelope." He said. She found herself moaning when she felt his hands caress her skin, felt the familiar moisture build between her legs. Her nipples stood out hard and sensitive, beckoning him to use his mouth on her. He didn't disappoint her and suckled hard, causing her to arch off the bed. "You say you don't want this, Penelope, but you respond to my every touch." His hands found her clit and flicked it. She moaned again, felt her legs spread to him. He kept them apart with his knee as he opened his breeches and pulled out his cock. Penny stared at him, fearful, as well as angry. He settled his cock at her wet entrance and she felt him push its bulbous head into her. "Jason, don't do this. Please -- " Her words were cut off as he pushed deeper. He bit her earlobe gently and she gasped, not from anger now, but from desire. "You little minx. You lied to me." He tore through her hymen and she bit hard on his shoulder to keep from crying out. He didn't give her a chance to adjust to him. Her body soon betrayed her, feeling his thrusts draw out her pleasure. She tried to think of something else, of Julian. She didn't want to feel so good in Jason's arms. She closed her eyes tight and clung to him as he moved faster and deeper. "Don't deny yourself, darling." He said huskily. He lowered his hand to her clit again and circled it as he thrust forward. "No, I don't want this. I don't want you!" She tried once again to think of Julian, yet it was Jason's body that she felt, Jason's face that she saw when her eyes opened. At her words, he pounded into her as if in punishment. She climaxed. Jason felt his muscles flex, tighten. He came hard, filling her with his hot come. He watched her through a daze, holding her close in his arms. He felt guilt wash over him as his eyes roamed over her flushed body. When he glanced down at the sheets, stained with her blood. He shouldn't have taken her in anger. Yet the jealousy he'd felt when he realized Dunsforth had been her first had been too strong to ignore. But he wasn't the first. Jason was. He saw a small tear slid down her cheek. Penelope seemed withdrawn now as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

"I plan to make him my lover after we marry." His hand tightened on her stomach. "The hell you will." "Don't act shocked, Jason." Her voice was oddly flat and it only made him feel worse. "You had planned on taking a mistress as soon as we were wed. A woman should be able to have her lovers, too." Jason said nothing. He had thought about it, long before he was reacquainted with Penelope. Now the thought of bedding another woman no longer seemed appealing. And the thought of her in Dunsforth's arms only made him angry. "You don't love him, Penelope." She turned her head slowly to him, her eyes wet with unshed tears. "Because he's a commoner in trade?" "Because he's not your equal in passion." "I find his passion to my liking." He clenched and unclenched his hand, willing his jealousy and anger. "Whatever you did with him," He began slowly. He wasn't sure how to go on. It was only fair that whatever she and Dunsforth had done be forgotten. After all, he hadn't exactly been celibate before Penelope. "I don't wish to know. In the morning, I want you to start distancing yourself from him. I won't send him away, for I have business to discuss with him. I'm not proud that I took you in anger, but it's done." Penny stared at him. "Have you never been in love, Jason? You're two and thirty. You must have loved at least once in your lifetime." "No, I have never been in love." "Then I pity you. It's a wonderful feeling. It fills you up with warmth and it makes you smile even when you feel sad. It's knowing the other person is there for you no matter what. They respect you as you respect them. It's undying, profound, it gives one hope." "All those characteristics can be said for friendship." "How jaded you've become. Julian makes me feel all those things. So you see, Jason. After I marry you, after I have given birth to your children and become your Duchess, my heart will always belong to Julian. I'll always have my love for him and you cannot change that or take it away from me." She slipped out of bed. He didn't stop her as she bent to pick up her gown. She slipped it on and left the room without a word. Jason lay back on his bed. Eventually his eyes started to close and he slept, though her confession of love for Dunsforth haunted him

and his dreams. That night, after everyone had returned and settled into their beds, Alex slipped into Emma's room once again. He made love to her twice more. Sated, Emma rested her head on Alex's chest while he idly stroked circled on her bare back. She could hear the steady beating of his heart and it seemed to beat as one with hers. They had about one more week with each other and she wondered what would happen then. Most likely they would go separate ways, never to see each other again. True, they moved in the same circles, but nothing could come from seeing each other regularly. She was looking for something more and Alex Coulter, Earl of Whittenhall certainly wasn't the type to want a lasting relationship. She told herself for the millionth time that night that she would have to be satisfied with just these two weeks with him. And she was convinced that half of their passion would be missing if it weren't for the thrill of sneaking around. In normal circumstances, the likes of Alex would have been unworthy of her attention, she reminded herself. It was only the thrill of his forbidden touch that led Emma to make love with him. She wouldn't fall in love. Couldn't. Then she felt him place a tender kiss to the palm of her left hand. When she looked up, he smiled. She couldn't help but smile back, but it was the realization that she did love him a little that had her heart racing. The Earl of Whittenhall was the worst person to fall in love with.

An English House Party Ch. 06

by AMY_Monaco
Thank you so much for the comments, I really appreciate them. They definitely aid and encourage the writing process. Well, here's the next installment. Happy reading! *** Jason was in an irritable mood the next morning. He'd tossed and turned all night, sexually frustrated and disturbed by Penelope's words of undying love to that man, Dunsforth. When he arrived down at breakfast, he gave everyone who looked up a curt nod before taking his place at the head of the table. Having little appetite, he settled only for a cup of

coffee before scanning the newspaper. He didn't bother to contribute to any of the conversations going on at the table, though he noticed Alex Coulter, the Earl of Whittenhall exchanged a searing look with Emma. Jason frowned slightly over the top of his paper, but his attention was drawn away when he heard Penelope's soft laugh nearing. He looked up in time to see her walk in with Dunsforth. Jason hated to see her bright smile fade when she locked eyes with him. He forced his eyes back to the paper, telling himself that last night was over with. They both should be able to move on. They were after all, adults. Dunsforth had taken a seat far away from Penelope, which suited Jason just fine. He put his paper down and saw only half a slice of toast and a small bunch of grapes on Penelope's plate. "Is that all you're going to be eating?" He asked in a low voice, concerned that what happened last night would affect her health. She lifted one dark eyebrow. "I'm not very hungry this morning, my lord." When he looked at her closely, he saw the slight shadows under her eyes and knew that she hadn't had a pleasant night either. He silently cursed himself. "I want to speak to you privately tonight, Penelope." He shook his head. "No. Don't argue with me. I'll see you tonight." Penelope opened her mouth to say something, but then on second thought, closed it. She glanced up at Dunsforth, who was in conversation with Miss Reinhart and Lord Avery. She ached to be with Julian. It was him she should be engaged to, not Jason. Jason, who as indifferent to emotions like love and warmth. She stared down at her plate. Even now she couldn't figure out how he could unhinge her cool and make her feel so vulnerable and less sure of herself. By god, he even made her doubt her own feelings for Julian! She blinked and then her eyes shot up when his hand covered hers. It was an almost tender gesture. Almost. For some reason she couldn't think of him ever being tender toward anyone. When she met his eyes, there was something indecipherable and dark in his eyes. "I say, if the two of you continue looking at each other like that, you'll make the rest of the women faint." Viscount Macey's words broke their trance and both she and Jason looked up to find they had an audience. The women were far from danger of fainting. They all watched with dreamy expressions on their faces, as if they'd glimpsed Jason and Penelope sharing a private moment. Penny tried to pull her hand away, but Jason held it firmly. "We'll be sorry to lose another bachelor to the shackles of marriage." George Granville said jovially and several people around the table chuckled. Brandon Steel, being the only married one in the party said, "It's not so bad, old man. Don't listen to all the stories. It's rather nice."

"It's fortunate I do not view marriage as being restrictive. Especially not when my lovely bride is one I've known since childhood. There's something reassuring in knowing we have a long history together." Jason said, causing the men to mumble their comments. Penny knew he was doing it for the benefit of their audience. Resisting didn't help when he lifted her hand up to his lips. "You are so lucky, Miss Kingsley." Miss Reinhart announced. Lucky indeed, Penny thought. *** "Can I see you tonight?" Penelope hesitated and then shook her head. "You better not. Jason mentioned that we had something private to discuss..." Julian said nothing for a moment. He was sitting beside her on the sofa as they conversed quietly. "You've softened toward him." His comment made her pause. "What?" "I understand. You're getting to know him...and he is a Marquess and will be a duke in the future." "I don't see how this means anything. You know I care nothing about titles." "You're no longer indifferent to him." Penny stared at Julian, unable to lie to him. Jason did interest her, yet she couldn't understand why. "We grew up with one another, Julian. Our fathers are good friends." "He's touched you already, hasn't he?" Julian asked, and she could hear the pain in his voice. "Yes." She looked away. "I'm surprised he hasn't thrown me out yet. Does he know?" "I had to tell him." She said. "But still you could have kept it from him. He needn't know we've been...intimate."

"He intends to keep a mistress. I wanted to have it out in the open that I will have a lover of my own." This discussion was becoming tiring. She was beginning to hate that she needed to explain everything she did - to Jason and to Julian. Penny found herself folding her hands tightly on her lap to keep from fidgeting. "I don't wish to talk about this anymore." She said finally. "It'll all work out in the end." *** It was late into the night when Jason approached Penelope's door. He knocked softly before entering. He found her sitting at the dressing table, brushing her hair out. "You could have had us meet in your study." He didn't bother to comment and instead said, "Dunsforth has thanked me for my hospitality and intends to leave." Her hand froze and she stared at him through the mirror. Then, abruptly, she stood up and started for the door. "I swear, Jason, if you have said anything or threatened him -- he's a good man. One negative word from you could ruin him." Jason caught her by the shoulders, preventing her from leaving. "He is leaving by his own choice." Sadness filled her. Even if she couldn't be with Julian physically, having him near had been a comfort, just to be able to talk to him. She tried once again to get to the door, but he held her firmly. "He wouldn't." "He leaves at dawn." She glared at him through her wet eyes, though no tears fell. "Promise me you don't intend to harm his career. He's worked hard all his life, he deserves his good fortune. Promise me." Jason frowned. "I promise." She jerked away and turned. "Is this what you came to tell me?" "I came here so we could come to some sort of agreement. I understand how this must be

for you -- " "How could you? You've never loved anyone. How could you possibly know what it feels like to love someone and have them taken away from you?" Jason steeled himself from the warring emotions inside of him. "You're duty is to me, not Dunsforth. I am going to be your husband and frankly, I have had enough of your petulance." "My petulance?" She turned to stare at him angrily. "I seem to recall your bouts of fury, my lord. Oh! Arguing with you is useless. You must be happy now. Julian will be gone in the morning." He came up to her, his voice suddenly losing all its anger. "Yes, but will he be gone from your heart?" "Why would you even care? This is an arranged marriage." She saw how Jason's jaw tensed as he stared at her. Conflicting emotions flashed in his dark blue eyes. "I came here tonight to give you this." He handed her an envelope, slightly bent and worn at the corners. Confused, she stared at it. "I forgot I even had it until recently. I want you to read it." "Why, does it contain a curse you've learned from your travels?" He ignored her comment and bent down to kiss her on her lips. The gentleness of his kiss surprised her, and it only made her want to cry more. "Just read it." And then he left the room. *** Emma moved slowly over Alex, her hands resting on his hard chest. She sighed in contentment as she arched herself, bringing him deeper inside of her. She smiled down at him, loving the way he watched her so intensely. He urged her forward, catching her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. His hands came to rest on her hips, bringing her down harder on him. With her hands now on either side of his head, she followed his example and rode him until they both moaned in climax. She went lax on top of him and he was content to have her there, close to him.

It was their third night together and he had yet to pose the question. At the moment, it was too much for his mind. Though he did know that he had to set her up as his mistress soon. It was getting harder and harder to pull out when he climaxed. As his mistress, she would know the ways of preventing pregnancy. Emma rolled onto her side to face him, stretching lazily in a way that reminded him of a cat. She was striking as she lay there, her black hair spread everywhere on the pillow, her violet-blue eyes darkened by desire. "I can't seem to get enough of you." He murmured, facing her on the bed. "Then you should stay the night." She whispered. "We can hide you in the wardrobe when the maid comes in the morning and then you can sneak back to your room." He chuckled and brought her close. "I have a better idea." His expression sobered. "Come to London with me." For a moment, her smile faded and then, she rolled onto her stomach, her dark hair falling over the length of her body. "You want me as your mistress." "I want you as long as we share this passion for each other, cara." He kissed her shoulder. "And pray, sir, what shall I tell my father and sister? That I've taken a lover but have no intention of marrying him?" Ah, yes, there was the matter of her family. He'd been so obsessed about getting Emma to be his that he'd completely forgotten that she was a well-bred young lady. She reached over and traced a long slender finger over her face. The action tugged at his heart. Such an unpracticed, innocent gesture, so different from what the women of his past had done. "Oh Alex, let us just be content with this week." She said softly. "We shall end it while it is still good." Normally, he'd been content, even thrilled to hear those words from a woman. Yet from her, he rejected the idea. "We're good together, cara. We should make this last." Emma felt her lips curl into a slight smile. "What will you do with me? Set me up in a small house, visit me once in awhile?" "I'll set you up anywhere you wish. You'll have a troop of servants, all the gowns you want; I'll shower you with jewels -- sapphires to compliment your eyes and dark beauty."

He gave her a strange look. "I'll take you to my villa in Italy." "Is that where you take all your women?" She asked playfully, but he only shook his head. "You are the first I have suggested it to." "But I'll be your mistress there." She rolled onto her back. "I think it best we end it when this party comes to a close, Alex." He came over her, his fingers tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. How she loved to see his red-brown hair in the soft glow of the firelight. She reached up to comb her hands through it, the thick locks tangling in her fingers. Emma knew she would always remember these moments with him. Not just when they were making love, but when they were holding each other, content to be with one another in the stillness of night. Few words were needed. Everything they thought, wanted, and shared was in their eyes. He kissed her lips. "Consider my offer. I want to show you my home. I want you with me." "You just enjoy the thrill of chasing me." She replied softly. He frowned. "I want you more than that, cara." "You like women, Alex. I do not hold it against you for what you are. Can you not just simply accept the fact that I neither ask nor require anything of you but these weeks of pleasure? I didn't ask you to set me up in style." "I am offering it to you." Emma felt her heart twist. If only she could just settle for being his mistress. Alex, for all his impressions of being cavalier and uncaring, revealed a gentle side many did not know about. But she knew deep in her heart she wanted something more, marriage and babies. She wanted devotion and love, all of which Alex Coulter was not willing to offer. "Please just understand that I want nothing from you but what we are able to share here." She stretched again and kissed him on the lips. He grasped her by her hips. "I should go." She nodded. He was reluctant. For the first time in his life, he was disinclined to leave a woman's side, no matter that he was satisfied. He found himself wanting to just hold her, to sleep with her in his arms. That's when he stood up from the bed and made to grab for his robe. He'd never spent the entire night with a woman and with such a thought popping into his mind had him

bemused. He may want Emma Kingsley as his mistress, but he wasn't quite ready to...well, he wasn't sure what he was ready for. He'd asked her to come to his villa in Italy, his retreat and he'd never asked any woman that before. That was enough for now. "Sweet dreams, cara." He murmured against her lips and slipped out of her room. The ache in his chest returned again as he stripped for his own bed. He rubbed his chest absently as he thought of Emma. She was resigned to end it in a week. He was determined to have her. The only obstacle was to convince her, a well-bred lady to become his mistress. An innocent, a voice told him. She wasn't one of the practiced seductresses he'd known, but a young woman who'd come to him untouched. "Ah, cara, I must have you." *** A picnic was planned for the next day. As the entire party took carriages out to the grassy hills covering the Marquess of Fords' grounds, the sun was high and bright. Servants set up blankets on the grass along with large umbrellas to block out the sunlight. "You're not being subtle, my lord." Emma said, as Alex took a seat next to her on the blanket. He set down his plate and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I don't wish to be subtle, cara. I will have you after this week ends." Emma popped a grape into her mouth. "You are too sure of yourself. I said I wasn't one of your -- " "Bloody opera singers." He answered frustratingly. "I know. That's why I like you." At least he liked her. She wasn't sure if that was good and kept herself from dwelling on it further. Enjoy it and him, then leave. It was becoming a mantra in her mind, but the more she was around him, the harder it was to ignore her feelings. Again, Alex had discarded his hat despite the sun and his eyes squinted from the brightness of day, causing faint lines to appear at the corner of his eyes. He conversed easily with others and shared a laugh with the Viscount and Nora before he caught Emma watching him. "Will you return to London, my lord?" Miss Reinhart asked of the Earl. Emma was curious herself of what he would do. She herself would, of course return to her family home. "At the moment I cannot answer that, as my decision will be influenced by others." The Earl replied mysteriously. "Business, you see." He then added. Emma could see the looks exchanged by the others.

Meanwhile, Jason and Penelope partnered up on a blanket and were sharing their meal as they listened to the others. "I don't like the way the Earl watches my sister." Penny said in a low voice. Jason looked up and watched the said couple for a while. "Alex is just flirting with her. These house parties usually bore him and your sister is an intriguing creature." "No, I think there's something more." Jason leaned over her and rubbed her arm in a comforting manner. "Do not worry yourself too much. I've been watching them, as well. And if it gets out of hand, I'll have a talk with him." Penny looked up at him in surprise. "You would?" His blue gaze was unwavering. "She's my family, too, now. I'll see to her protection, as well as yours. Alex may be a rake, but he'd take care where Emma is concerned." At least he hoped. He too, had noticed the looks exchanged between them. Alexander Coulter would never seduce a debutante; his interest in Emma was purely because there was no one else to amuse him here. Yet Jason felt doubt seep in when he saw the Earl's hand slip over Emma's waist briefly before coming to rest on the blanket behind her. It was a possessive gesture, a territorial male making claim on his female. Emma looked into the Earl's eyes as he did this and said something to him that had the man laughing out loud, causing several heads to turn their way. The couple was oblivious to their audience. When Jason glanced at Penelope, she was thankfully talking to Jamie Ferguson. His thoughts soon switched to the letter he'd given her the night before. He wondered if she'd read it yet and suddenly felt self-conscious about it. He shifted uneasily on the blanket and on a whim, captured her hand and brought it to his lips. He needed to touch her in some small way, feeling insecure of what the letter might do to them. He felt her fingers close over his and he squeezed back. He knew she was upset about Dunsforth leaving, but he was grateful the man had. When Dunsforth had shown up in Jason's study, he hadn't expect his straightforward manner. "My lord, I respect you as both a man and a businessman, so therefore, it is my wish to decline the rest of your hospitality and take my leave in the morning." Jason, who'd been sitting at his desk, looked Dunsforth in the eye. "This is about Penelope."

Dunsforth swallowed hard and nodded curtly. "Yes, it is." Jason stood up and went to the window, hands clasped behind his back. "I understand you and my fiance have known each other for some time." "I love her, my lord. Let's not foot around the subject." "Yet you choose to leave a week before the party ends, when it could be time spent with her before she marries." "This secrecy between us...it ill befits her station. And I do not wish to offend you anymore than I have." "It doesn't offend you, Dunsforth?" The man laughed dryly. "I used to be a dock loader. There's very little in this world that could offend me." When Jason turned, the man shifted his feet. "I shall leave at dawn." "Allow me to offer you passage home." Dunsforth shook his head. "All is arranged. I haven't told Pen -- Miss Kingsley, and I would have you do so." Jason lifted an eyebrow. "No last words to her?" The man drew up his height stiffly. "She knows how I feel." Jason remembered feeling hurt by this confession. What was it about this man that he could gain Penelope's affection? Jason extended his hand and Dunsforth accepted it reluctantly. "My lord, I only have one request." "Which is?" "That you try to love her. Penny deserves that much."

An English House Party Ch. 07

by AMY_Monaco

Penny paced her bedroom, restless and unable to sleep. The picnic earlier in the day had stirred emotions inside of her for Jason she didn't think she could feel. She felt anger for being betrothed to him when he was practically a stranger. She felt confusion about how vulnerable and yet, safe she was when she was with him. When he wasn't being bossy, he was actually charming and kind, even romantic. She shook her head. No, he was trying to confuse her. Because Julian was gone now, he probably wanted to break her down so she'd accept her fate as his future wife. Penny took a seat at a small desk positioned near the window. She took out a sheet of parchment and lifted the quill to write. But the words 'Dear Julian' didn't appear on the paper wouldn't appear. Something was stopping her. Her eyes came upon the worn letter sitting next to the inkwell. It was still unopened and in the same condition as when Jason gave it to her. Now she took it in her hands and flipped it over. She brought it with her to the bed and settled under the covers. It was addressed to her, but the ink seemed to be slightly faded, like the rest of the letter. She broke the seal and unfolded the paper. *** That same night, Emma didn't wait for the Earl to join her. She slipped from her room and down the hall, dodging a maid who was carrying out a last minute request. Without knocking she turned the knob of the door. His room was empty as she closed the door quietly behind her. Then her eyes went to the connecting room, where she heard a soft splash of water. He was taking a bath. She stood there, completely still, wondering if she should go in and surprise him. She would miss being with him after they parted. She would miss talking to him in the darkness as they held each other after lovemaking; she'd miss his soft laughter and deep voice. Just then, the connecting door opened and Alex walked in with nothing but a towel around his waist. He was using another towel to dry his damp hair when he looked up and froze. "Emma, what are you doing here?" She slowly untied the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him naked. His eyes roamed over her with appreciation. "I think you know the answer to that, Alex." She said in a sultry voice. She let out a soft laugh when he tossed his towel aside and went straight for her. He brought her hard against him. His mouth claimed hers in a demanding kiss as he pushed her up against a wall.

His skin smelled of soap and she breathed him in, raking her fingers through his damp hair, pulling him closer. She was ready for him. Frantically, she unhooked his towel and spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Instantly, he slid into her to the hilt. They both sighed. "I need you so much, Alex." She whispered. He answered with another hard thrust into her. "Damn it, cara, come to Italy with me." He grunted. He pounded into her, as if it were the last time they would make love. He rained kisses all over her face and neck, unable to get enough of her taste. "We cannot end this here." He added more strongly. Emma moaned as he ground against her clit with each deep stroke. "You...you know I cannot." Nostrils flaring, Alex plunged as deep as he could, her efusal driving him. His darkened eyes alighted on her face, flushed; her rosy mouth moist from his kisses and parted as she sucked in air. He was coming to realize he needed her. Actually needed her. The mistresses he'd kept had been good for one thing only sex. But with Emma, it was making love. And he was coming to realize he wanted more from her than just a tumble in bed each night while sneaking around at night. He wanted her in the morning, afternoon, just before the sunset and not just in his bed. "Deeper, Alex." She sighed. "I need you deeper." He obliged her by pulling almost all the way out of her, teasing her wet slit with the swollen head of his staff for a moment then plunging into her. He alternated between short and long strokes, taunting her with his body until she was begging. "Ah, cara, you feel so good around me." He groaned. He nuzzled the side of her neck, damp from their lovemaking. Her inner muscles clenched around him and he felt his entire body tense. Without thinking, he blurted out, "I want to come inside you." Emma bucked and dug her nails into his back. "Alex!" Blinded by his release, he barely had strength enough to pull out of her. The groan was forced out of him and he managed to push away as his seed spilled. It was an eternity as they stood, with only the wall to hold them up as they panted for breath. Emma vaguely felt Alex lift her into his arms and lay her on his bed. Then she felt the coolness of a washcloth on her stomach, cleaning off their lovemaking. She snuggled up to his body when he joined her, laying her arm across his chest as she slipped her thigh between his. Content to just lie in his arms, she listened to his rapidly beating heart slow

to a steady rhythm. His large hand came to hold hers over his chest. "Cara," "Hmm?" She lazily looked up to meet his eyes. "Emma, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" She blinked, her heart starting to beat faster. She stared at him disbelieving. Had she heard him correctly? Had he asked her what she longed to hear? No, she must have dozed off and imagined it all, wishing only to hear what her heart desired. A rake, especially one like the Earl of Whittenhall would never "Emma, I just asked you to marry me." He reinstated. "Have you no answer for me?" "I...I don't know what to say." "Say yes. I want you to say yes." Her heart soared. Oh, how she wanted to. Yet the small voice inside her that remained wise told her that becoming his wife would only mean heartbreak. He wanted to marry her now, perhaps because he was still feeling lust. But weeks from now or months from now, he'd tire of her. And then where would she be? She would be miserable, because her husband would be out entertaining his mistress. "My answer will have to be no." He frowned and sat up to lean against the headboard of the bed. "I just asked you to be my wife." She sat up, too to face him. "You just say so because it's a solution to my coming with you to London or Italy." "It is a solution, but not the one you think. I want you by my side. I want to introduce you to my family and show you Italy." Emma only shook her head sadly. "Alex, I meant what I said. I don't require anything of you. I made love with you knowing very well I'd never see you again after this." He lifted her chin gently. "Are you telling me you will have no problem walking away from what we shared, from us, cara?" She fought the tears misting her eyes. "I don't wish to change who you are nor do you wish to change, I think. I will not marry a man who will later take a mistress." His frown deepened. "I said nothing about a mistress. When I marry you, you will be the

only woman I'll make love to." Frustrated now, she tucked a long lock of dark hair behind her ear and tried to focus her thoughts. His confession only confused her. She couldn't allow herself to accept it so easily. She shook her head. "Alex, this is marriage. And not just any marriage, but one where the man and wife will stay faithful to each other. I know it is not the way of so many people of the Ton, but in my heart, I desire a husband to remain true, as I will. I admit that I am jealous of the women who've known you before me, but I have accepted what you are. Rakes are never happy in marriage." "Fine speech for one so young." "I am nineteen, my lord. That may be young to you, but I know what I want." "As do I. And I want you as my wife." Emma shook her head again. "You won't be happy." "Let me be the judge of what makes me happy, cara." "You'll want to bed other women. I'll end up boring you in a few weeks." He cupped her face and kissed her. "I highly doubt you will ever be boring. Listen to me, cara. Yes, I admit that my past is...colorful. Truthfully, I have bedded more women than I care to count or remember. But since meeting you, I have thought of no other female. Have you never heard the phrase that reformed rakes make the best husbands?" The sad smile lingered on her lips. "It won't work. Can't you just settle for something brief and good? You've probably done it with other women." "All of them." He muttered, then, "But I will not just settle for that. Not with you." She pulled the sheets aside and straddled him. With her mouth, she licked at his skin, nibbling on his vulnerable areas like right underneath his earlobe and where his neck and shoulder met. He grasped her by the waist. "Do not think to distract me, Emma. This isn't over." She rubbed her moist pussy over the length of his hardening cock. "I hope this isn't over, Alex." Then she settled her heat over him. He watched her through desire-heavy eyes. "I love the way you fill me." She rode him slowly, whispering words into his ear until they both panted and moaned. She made to lose herself in this ecstasy, reveling in his hot embrace and the feel of his chest pounding beneath hers. She knew that in years to come, she would remember these moments with vivid detail. She would know she had lived, for even a brief period in her

life, she had known this profound love for one man. *** Dear Penelope, I know I have neglected to send you any news of me and I thought I should since we are betrothed. I understand from my father that you've started lessons on Latin. I myself find the language fascinating, though it seems impractical to learn it unless one wishes to translate old documents. But it came in use these past few months while I was guided through the ruins of Greece. The history here is so rich and well recorded, from the architecture, ancient scrolls to artwork. I wish you could be here to see it with me. I would describe it here in this missive, but I know I wouldn't do these ruins justice, nor would I have pages enough to do so. Perhaps someday I could take you here or I can tell you about it in person. It's nearly midnight now. My friends have all gone either to bed or out to enjoy local entertainment. I decided not to join them, as I've been restless for many nights now. All these thoughts of our future marriage...perhaps you share the same infliction. Earlier today, I was walking with my guide down a small, narrow street. Being among the locals helps to enhance the journey and I've learned a lot during these hours with my neighbors and their families. We came upon an aging couple that sat leisurely in the front of their home. As the day was hot, they kept the front door open and watched the world pass by as they sat in their old chairs. Somehow a conversation began, though they knew no English, they were patient and happy enough to allow my guide to translate our words. They've been married fifty-two years. The man was bald with a weathered face and rough hands. He wore thick spectacles on his round face. His wife, a petite woman with small eyes and never failing smile still had her wedding ring on. What amazed me about this seemingly ordinary couple was their faith in marriage. They had eight children and six and twenty grandchildren, and there they were, holding hands as we conversed with them. There was no mistaking the look of affection they gave one another as they told their story. While the woman told me how they met, the man fondly described each of his grandchildren. Recalling the old couple made me think of you and our future. When I saw their frail hands touching, even on a hot, average day as this, it made me want what they had. I understand there is a large age gap between us and we may be strangers to each other,

but I would very much like to make our future marriage to be harmonious. Like the old couple, I hope to share with you children and dull days, along with the exciting ones. Right now, all I can picture is your youthful, impish face framed by black hair, but I hope one day to see laugh lines mar the corners of your eyes, like those of the old woman. It would mean you have shared a happy life with me. I hope to see the gold band slightly dulled on your finger, an indication that you never took it off. It is my deepest wish to see you look at me one day as the old woman did to her husband, with love and devotion sparkling in your violet eyes. As the Marquess of Fords and the future Duke of Delaford, there is much expected of me. I have known of my duties to my title and to you for a long time. But I don't want you to assume I think these thoughts simply because it is my duty. I've never loved anyone and frankly, don't quite know the meaning of the word. But as you are my future wife and the mother of my unborn children, I give my heart to you. I sincerely hope this letter finds you in good health and I await your reply with anticipation. There is no need to address my confessions specifically, but know that you hold my heart in the palm of your hand. Always yours, Jason The Marquess of Fords *** After rereading the letter for the second time, tears were sliding down Penny's cheeks uncontrollably. She clutched the letter to her heart. So many emotions were warring inside of her and she couldn't seem to focus on just one. Why had Jason never sent this letter to her? It would have helped her understand him better. It would have made her feel less alone in this arranged marriage. She couldn't understand why she was crying either. She'd always had feelings for Jason. At first it was child adoration, then friendship, and now... Penny cried harder. Jason said he wouldn't ever fall in love, yet in this letter, he confessed to want to know something akin to the emotion. But then again, it had been written years ago, exactly how long ago, she wasn't sure. His views could have changed. There were so many questions she wanted answers to. But of all the questions, the most she wanted answered was why now? Why did he give it to her now?

An English House Party Ch. 08

by AMY_Monaco
Jason lifted his fist, ready to knock on Penelope's door. But then he hesitated. He strained to hear movement on the other side, but there was only silence. He must look ridiculous standing there alone in the hall, his golden blond hair raked through and sticking out on ends. He knew the hour was late. Perhaps she was asleep already. He turned on his heel and started for the stairs. Hardly in the mood for bed, he decided a stiff drink was in order. *** Having taken a second bath that night, Alex rubbed the towel vigorously over his naked body. He entered the bedroom and smelled the faint musk of his and Emma's lovemaking. It clung to the sheets of his bed and he turned away from it. It was too much a reminder of what they shared earlier. He tossed the towel and reached for his breeches and a shirt. He couldn't stay here, while the smell of her lingered in the air and on his pillow. She refused him. He couldn't believe she actually refused to accept him. What young woman of good breeding would refuse a marriage proposal? He was an Earl, for god's sake. But then, Emma was just the sort of person to defy convention. After all, hadn't she met him halfway instead of shying away from his advances? Alex shook his head. He couldn't understand her. His shirt unmade, Alex slipped on boots and left the room. He had to consider the fact that she came to him untouched. He refused to believe she would be this wanton with other men. Perhaps she really was convinced he would continue his philandering after marriage. Damn it, he'd make her his wife one way or another. Alex knew Jason kept bottles of liquor in his study and headed there. He didn't even bother to grab a candle for light, choosing to lose himself in the darkness. The study was silent and adjusting his eyes to the night with only moonlight from the windows, he searched the wall for a drink. "It's to your left on the counter there." Alex turned. Jason was sitting in one of the chairs near the window, a glass in his own hand. Alex poured himself a healthy portion of

brandy and joined his host. "Can't sleep." Alex murmured as he slumped into the high-backed leather chair. Jason merely grunted and took a large gulp from his glass. For a while, they drank in silence. The room was cold, but it didn't matter as they had the warmth of their drink. Alex found himself staring through the window, thinking of Emma again. The familiar ache was back and he rubbed his chest. "I've been watching you, Whit." Jason said, breaking Alex's thoughts. Alex looked up and lifted an eyebrow in question. "You may be one of my best friends, but I won't tolerate you breaking Emma's heart. She's like a sister to me." Alex smirked and slumped further into the chair. "More like she'll break mine." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Has the Earl of Whittenhall gone and fallen in love?" Alex scowled. "I'm obsessed. There's a difference, Fords." "She's confident, I'll give her that. But Emma is young. She thinks she can act as women twice her age can and not get hurt." Alex frowned deeply. "You're determined to paint me the worst sort." "You are the worst sort, Whit." Jason said, though there was no heat in his words. "That's why I'm watching you. If you've bedded her " Alex cleared his throat, shirting in his seat. "Damn it, Whit. She's an innocent." "Did you expect that to stop me?" A semblance of his former attitude weighed in that sentence, but then the feeling was gone as fast as it came. He took another gulp of his drink. "I asked her to marry me." "And?" "She'll be my countess one way or another." Jason let out a dry laugh. "Brava, Emma. All the women of London would wish herself in her position, yet she refused you. Lost your touch there?" "We're on the same boat, Fords. You wouldn't be down here if it weren't for problems with the missus." "Penelope's is just...adjusting."

"For God's sake, man, the answer is simple. Take her to bed. Women are always more compliant after sex." "I have my own methods, thank you." Was Jason's wry comment. "Suit yourself. But trust me on this. Seduce her. She'll melt in your arms faster than poetry ever could. I know." "Yes, you could lecture on it." There it was again, that ache in his heart. Alex murmured, "That's what Emma said to me." He stood up and clinked his half-empty glass with Jason's, before downing the rest of the liquid. "Cheers, mate. To the Kingsley women." *** Two evenings later brought Penny to the front of Jason's door. She stood there for a long moment in her robe and nightgown, the letter clutched in her hand, unable to gather enough courage to knock. But a slight sound in the hall made her jump and she turned the doorknob and slipped in for fear of someone catching her. The room was dark except for the blazing fire across the room. Her eyes flew to the still figure on the bed. Jason was fast asleep, though it looked fitful as the sheets around his bare waist were tangled and falling off the bed. He slept on his back, his hair in disarray on the white of his pillow. The gentle rising of his chest fascinated her and she felt the need to just run her hand over him, to feel his chest move beneath her touch. She must have made a sound, for Jason began to stir. Penny stood frozen. Jason sat up, his eyes focusing on nothing particular until he saw Penelope standing at the door. He frowned. "Penelope, what are you doing here?" "I...I read the letter." His face appeared slightly flushed, and glanced at her. "I see." "Why didn't you ever send it to me?" He shrugged. "It was a long time ago." She forced her legs to carry her further into the room, until she stood at the foot of the

bed. She tossed the letter onto the sheets. Jason stared at it and then leaned against the headboard. "Why did you give it to me?" He lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. He wasn't sure himself. "I just thought you wanted to " As if he felt foolish, he suddenly shook his head. "Just burn it." She walked around so she stood next to him. "Jason?" "I only recently found it among some things I'd packed away. Listen to me, Penelope," He grasped her hands in his large ones. "I gave it to you so that you understand this is not easy for me. But I want you to be happy. I've been trying to tell you this for awhile, but if Julian is the one you want..." He let his voice trail off. "Jason, I've been such a fool." She blurted out, squeezing his hands. "I always thought you said all those things to get me to marry you with no arguments. I really hadn't intended to be so childish about all this. I thought I would be very calm about it, actually. I thought...Oh, Jason, I want us to be happy, too. And I am sorry for all my childish behavior...the letter has changed things." Biting down on her bottom lip, she knelt onto the bed and straddled her legs over Jason. He just watched her silently, holding his breath. "I don't wish to argue with you any more, Jason." He smiled softly. "Might make the days a bit duller, but I think I can live with that." She hit him playfully on the shoulder, laughing nervously. "You know what I mean. I'm trying to call a truce. No more tantrums on my end." He lifted a hand to brush as a lock of her hair, caressing her soft cheek as he did so. His smile faded as his gaze settled on her lips. "And I promise to be less over bearing." He had more to say, but her mouth beckoned him. He stripped her of the robe and nightgown quickly and had her underneath him in even less time. "I crave you, Penelope." He said, sinking into her warmth in one swift thrust. She arched beneath him, meeting his strokes with equal fever. With hooded eyes, he watched her writhe and squirm as he surged forward, cherishing every sigh and whimper from her parted mouth. He hadn't made love to her since the night of the Assembly, which only added to the fire that roared through his veins. He brought them both to climax and found himself soon wrapped with her in his arms. While the fireplace crackled softly, Penelope looked up.

"Why do you always call me by my full name?" "It makes me think of the tale of Odysseus." She shifted onto her elbow. "What?" "The tale of Odysseus. He sailed away and for years while he was gone, his wife Penelope was courted by suitors who pressed her to marry one of them." He paused. "But Penelope remained faithful to her husband, promising to choose one when she finished her weaving." "But at night, she would only unweave what she'd done, so she never finished." Jason nodded. "Odysseus eventually returned home to his son and faithful wife." Penny laid her head back down on Jason's chest. "As I recall, Odysseus did not stay true to his wife." Jason went quiet. "Do you still intend to take Dunsforth as your lover?" She felt her heart squeeze. "I won't if you agree not to take lovers." "No lovers, then. For either of us." *** Tension filled the air the last day of the house party. That same evening after dinner, a game of cards was set in the drawing room by the window. Nora Ferguson and Miss Reinhart entertained everyone with duets at the pianoforte. Needing a distraction, Alex took up a hand and settled into his chair. In the beginning, he concentrated hard on the game and won the first round. Eventually, his eyes wandered the room. He noticed that Jason and Penelope were getting along, their faces not drawn in obligatory civility, but animated in warmth. The couple sat by the fire, their heads bent together in conversation. Emma was across the room, a book opened on her lap. She was fond of books, he noticed and wondered if she would like the family collection in his villa in Italy. There, hundreds of volumes in Latin, Italian and English lined the shelves in a room of Renaissance splendor. He could imagine her curled up in the worn leather high-backed chair, whiling away the afternoon hours with a book, a cup of tea at hand. The light was always ample in that room, due to the towering clerestory windows. He himself used the room to conduct business and liked to think she would be there too, performing her own tasks letter

writing, going over menus. It would be nice to have her presence nearby. Alex snapped his attention back to the game long enough to reveal his hand. Then retreated back to his thoughts as Lord Avery dealt cards. Emma would like Italy. Some of his most cherished childhood memories had taken place at the family villa. When the weather was sunny, all the doors were flung open, making the place feel more spacious and warm. There the gardens flourished under the hot sun, overgrowing the walls and balustrades creating almost a wild realm in itself. Alex remembered running through those gardens as a child, chasing after his sisters and playing the dashing knight who rescued damsels. The image made his lips curve. He was far from the chivalrous knight now, but the idea of making love to her there under the moonlight certainly put a new perspective on his sanctuary. How soon would it be to see his own children running through those gardens with abandon? That very thought made his heart thump faster. Children. Sons and daughters with Emma's dark hair and flashing eyes. He'd want a little girl named Sophia, in the exact image as her mother. Sophia Coulter. It had a nice ring to it. And their son? Alex pondered worthy names. "Alexander Coulter." Alex's eyes darted up from his cards and shook his head. "Too many of those in the family." He answered without thinking. Then it sunk in that whoever had spoken hadn't been answering his question. Everyone at the table was staring at him. Lord Avery's eyebrows were arched in amusement. "We've been trying to gain your attention for the past five minutes, Whittenhall." Alex flushed from the neck up. Clearing his throat, he threw in a card. "My apologies." *** Late that night, after Alex left Emma's bed, he returned to the library for a glass of brandy. Jason was already there with his own glass. "Don't look so smug, Fords." Alex muttered. "Just because you've got your lovely fiance tamed." "I wouldn't be down here in a cold room if I weren't troubled, Whit." Jason answered calmly.

Alex slumped into the chair. "I'm doing the bloody honorable thing and Emma won't have me. She's a little hellcat, if I ever saw one. Soft and sweet one moment, adamant and stubborn the next. " "Will you be returning to London after this?" "Very briefly...Before I am away to Italy. I've some business to tend to." Jason paused. "Emma will be accompanying her sister and father to London in a week or so for wedding preparations. They occupy a house in Grosvner Square, three doors down from mine. Alex narrowed his eyes, gulping down the entire glass's contents. "What are you trying to tell me?" "Just that we'll be there. In case you wish to speak to her." He nodded and they lapsed into silence. "Your fiance decided to accept you yet?" Jason peered over the rim of his glass. "Think so." Alex smirked. "That'll make the wedding night easier." *** Penny and Emma both traveled back to their home in the country. Their father met them at the door and it was a happy reunion. Mr. James Kingsley was outwardly a stern man. But with his daughters of whom he adored, he was affectionate. "Delaford was just here not two days ago." Kingsley said, as he settled down into his favorite chair. Penny poured the tea and Emma leaned over to pet one of her father's dogs. "He says he and Jason will join us in London. He is anxious for the banns to be read." Penny's hand stilled just for a moment on the teapot, then poured the last cup for herself. Sometime in the last few days, she felt herself becoming anxious for the banns, then the wedding. "Did you enjoy the house party?" Penny glanced at her sister, noticing that Emma's eyes remained on her teacup. The biscuit beside it remained untouched. "Very much, Father. Our new friends, the Fergusons have decided to take a house near

Jason's because they found the countryside so diverting. They shall make very charming neighbors. You'd quite enjoy their company, Father." "Ferguson." Their father grunted. "Related to Henry J. Ferguson?" "Indeed. He is Nora and Jamie Ferguson's grandfather." Kingsley nodded, sipping his tea. "Strange that young Jason won't take Delaford as his home. He will after all inherit it. But the one he resides is a fine place as any." "The gardens are very fine." Emma commented. "The hedges there offer " She stopped herself and felt her cheeks warm. "They offer a very good shade for reading." "Do they now?" Her father inquired curiously. "I didn't think you took such an interest in landscaping. I never heard you compliment the grounds here." His youngest looked up with a wry smile. "I believe I've taken a new interest in landscaping, Father. The fresh air and change of scenery at Jason's has done me enormous good." "Glad to hear it." He answered approvingly. "I want nothing more than for my girls to broaden their minds and be happy. Penny, you look simply glowing. You're reacquainting yourself with Jason, I hope." "Yes, Father." "Excellent." Kingsley nodded with finality and popped a little fruit tart into his mouth. "I'm very glad you are back, my dears." Tea passed on smoothly. At their father's announcement that he had a meeting with his secretary, the sisters retired upstairs to rest before dinner. Penny went into Emma's room as her younger sister unpacked, dismissing the maid. "Speak plainly, Em. I know this is about the Earl of Whittenhall, yet you've said nothing about it." Emma unfolded a gown from one of her trunks, avoiding her sister's eyes. "There is nothing for me to say, really. He was pleasant company, that is all." Penny watched her sister closely. "Pleasant company? I should think not, if you pine for him so. I see it in your eyes, Emma." Emma paused for a moment before the open trunk. "Has it become so obvious, Penny? I shouldn't feel so. He wasn't marriageable in any way; a rake of the first order." "But my dear, he seemed so attentive at the party. He barely spoke to everyone else,

devoting all his time to you." Emma looked up with one brow arched. "Country parties are not his set, I was merely a distraction for him." "Then he made no promise, of any sort?" Penny asked slowly. Emma's hands froze on the next gown she was pulling out. "No...none that I could accept." "He asked you to be his mistress, then?" Emma nodded vaguely. "Like you, I cannot settle for an arrangement where there is no solid commitment. Alex " "Alex?" Penny asked, surprised. "How close have you two become for you to refer to him by his given name?" Emma tossed the gown back into the trunk and sat next to her sister. She took Penny's hand in hers, needing the comfort only her sister could offer. "Penny, I've...I gave myself to him." "Emma!" "I know!" Emma answered. "I know you should be ashamed of me, but I thought to take my own life in hand. Being with Alex made me realize how much we women are deprived by society's strict rules. For once, I wanted the freedom to feel, to experience that sort of abandon we read in all those novels." "And the freedom to love?" Penny pressed gently. Emma smiled, a smile tinged with sadness. In her sister's confidence, she need not conceal her emotions. "Very much love. I love him so much. I was convinced I could master my emotions, but found that I could not, not with him." "Since you have confided in me, then I shall return the favor. Jason and I have been intimate." Emma's eyes widened at first, then she broke out in laughter. "Penny, does this mean you love him?" Emma's laughter was infectious and Penny couldn't hold back her own mirth. "I do not know. But I am confident that I no longer view him or this marriage so negatively. I've grown very fond of him in the last few days of the party."

"And Julian?" For once, Penny could think of him and not feel sad. "We were not meant to be. My place is with Jason now." Emma squeezed her sister's hand. "Just look at us, Penny. I shall be so melancholy these next few weeks, and you the glowing bride-to-be. But for you, sister, I shall endeavor to be myself again. From now on, I shall also endeavor to forget the Earl of Whittenhall." To be continued...

An English House Party Ch. 09

by AMY_Monaco
Author's Note: Thanks for reading everyone! And remember to vote! *** The morning they were due to attend a ball Emma woke very early. Before breakfast was served, she took a short ride in Hyde Park. She thought the morning air would clear her head, but not a half hour into her ride, her thoughts turned to the one man she was trying to avoid. "Morning, Emma." Jason's horse fell in step beside hers. She angled her head high so she could see past the smart forest green hat she wore. "Good morning, Jason." "Where is Penelope this morning?" "She's rather busy with wedding plans. Later, after breakfast, we are due at the shops to order the right flowers, the right shoes, the right last minute frocks." "I suppose men are excluded from these outings." "Of course." Emma smiled. "But do join us for breakfast. No need to go change. Your riding attire will be perfectly acceptable, so let us head back now. I'm simply famished."

The sideboards in the breakfast room were topped with silver dishes. Both Emma and Jason helped themselves. She was just seated when the footman came in with the post. As her father had already left early, she skimmed the letters, putting aside all correspondence and invitations until there were none left. Emma let out a breath. She could hardly expect a letter from Alex, but somewhere deep inside, she had hoped... Penny walked in and Emma put a bright smile on. "Penny, just look at all these invitations. I haven't read any yet, but I've decided we're going to accept them all." Jason's eyes locked on his fiance and stood up to help Penny with her plate. "Good morning, darling." It was two weeks since he'd been able to make love to her. Whoever said distance made the heart grow fonder obviously wasn't thinking about making love. "Emma told me about your female outing today. Think I could convince you to let me escort you two?" Penny laughed softly and nodded when he gestured at the steak ham. "I will be purchasing a few things I don't want you to see yet." "I want to see you alone, Penelope. I miss you." The brightness of her smile was something he'd asked for a long time. "We'll have some time alone tonight at the ball." "Considering it's Lady Snyder's, I'm sure. Tonight, then." Emma split the pile of letters with her sister, but soon left them for the gossip columns. She skimmed the latest scandal, one involving a Mrs. K------, who was caught with a Mr. J------, sans clothes. There was a brief on eligible bachelors and what parties they were going to attend. Her eyes came upon the following article and her breath caught. 'Speaking of eligible bachelors, the dangerously handsome Earl of W---- was seen boarding a ship bound for Italy just three days past. How society is deprived of it's favorite rake!' It said. Emma quickly put her tea down and clutched the paper, reading the words carefully. 'One wonders if he will be staying in Italy for awhile, since it is noted he did not accept any of the coveted invitations extended to him by the likes of the Duke and Duchess of Havenwood and the Earl of Garrett. It was curious, though, that on the same ship, a certain widow by the name of Mrs. Katherine D---- was seen talking to the Earl.'

Katherine Dunfy. A wealthy widow, notorious for taking titled lovers only. Emma skimmed the rest of the article, but the words had gone on to describe some other bit of news. So, Emma thought, she had been replaced by a woman almost twice her age, with two dead husbands under her belt. Fine by her. Let Alex Coulter make love to Katherine Dunfy. "Dear, you look a bit pale." Emma looked up and forced herself to fold the newspaper slowly. "Look at me, I'm so involved in the gossip columns, I forgot I'm hungry." She took up her plate again. "I'm so excited for today, Penny. I want to stop into the perfumery and I think it's time Father got a new pair of cuff-links." Penny smiled at Jason. "You see, we'll be too busy shopping to be good conversation to you if you come. Emma, I think we better make a list of all the things we need. Freddie, could you get us paper and stylus." "Here, let me." Emma said to Freddie when he came back. As she scribbled down their list, her thoughts drifted to Alex again. He was Italy. Perhaps it was for the better. *** Jason hated large crowds. Country parties were all well enough, but as the loud chatter of old henwits floated over the well-orchestrated music, Jason remained close to his brideto-be. His father was off with Mr. Kingsley, puffing away on cigars in the smoking room. With drink in hand, he stood with several acquaintances, his eyes lifting occasionally to watch Penelope on the dance floor, currently in the arms of a Sir Geoffrey. Penelope looked so beautiful tonight, her dark hair swept up with pearl hair combs. The cream colored gown she wore was a confection, with a neckline that dipped enticingly low and short sleeves showing all that wonderful, flawless skin. The material moved with her body as she danced, forming against the curves of her long legs. Her partner spun her around and she was suddenly on the other side of the room, facing Jason. Just for a moment, their eyes met. He held his breath when he saw the laughter and happiness reflected in her eyes. Suddenly, something spread in his chest. His heart swelled almost painfully and he found himself smiling, even though Penelope was still dancing and unable to see it. 'I hope one day to see laugh lines mar the corners of your eyes...it would mean you have shared a happy life with me.' He recalled the lines he'd written years ago. Since rereading

the letter two weeks ago, he could remember every word. His eyes stayed on Penelope as she danced, her smile returning that of her dance partner's. 'I hope to see the gold band slightly dulled on your finger, an indication that you never took it off.' His eyes flew to her gloved hands. 'I've never loved anyone...but as you are my future wife and the mother of my unborn children, I give my heart to you.' Absently, he placed his half-finished drink on a passing waiter's tray, eyes never straying from Penelope. "Know that you hold my heart in the palm of your hand." He mumbled under his breath, just as the music ended. He started for her. "Excuse me." He said to Sir Geoffrey and took hold of Penelope's hand. "My lord." Sir Geoffrey bowed. "I need to speak with you alone." Jason said, leaning down to whisper into her ear. His own heart was pounding, his hand tightened on hers. "Now." She gave him a strange look, but nodded. Out of the ballroom, down a lit hall and into a smaller one, Jason instantly had her between him and the wall. He kissed her, without care to anyone who would venture past. A small laugh escaped her and he rained fervent kisses down her neck. "What has gotten into you, Jason?" He kissed her deeply. "You were right, darling." "Right about what?" More amused about his behavior, she smiled. "That one day I would look across the room and see the woman I love." He nipped at the corner of her soft mouth. "That woman happens to be you." "Jason," She was speechless, and it made his smile. "I love you, Penelope." "I thought you would never..." She shook her head. "I want you to know that I'm not

saying this because you did, but I love you, too. I was afraid to tell you." "I want you to tell me everyday, beginning right now." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, Jason." "Let us find a more...private room, shall we?" "But the party! Everyone will be wondering." "Hardly. Just for a bit. I want to show you how much I've missed you." He rubbed his lower body against hers in encouragement. "We'll be very quiet." *** A month of afternoon teas, balls and musicales passed. It was now days away from Jason and Penelope's wedding. That night, Jason escorted his bride-to-be and Emma to his private box at the opera. The show was one that was raved the performance of the century, so the reviews brought in crowds. It was during intermission that Emma wandered off on her own, first speaking with a friend, then greeting an old acquaintances of her father's. She'd taken special care of her appearance tonight for reasons she didn't quite know. She wore a gown of deep purple, a shade matching her eyes and shot with silver. It was cinched at the waist and sported the ever-popular lowering of the neckline. White flowers were pinned to her dark hair, emphasizing her dark beauty. The drone of conversation filled the halls as intermission had everyone coming out of their stuffy private boxes. But she thought she heard something familiar, a certain deep voice...Emma went still. The curtain was about to open and she ought to go back to her seat. She was about to turn when something out of the corner of her eye made her stop. Alexander Coulter stood there with several people, looking as dangerously handsome as ever. His hair looked more brown than red in the dim lamplight of the opera house. But from where she stood, she could see all the details of his face. He was dressed as all the other gentlemen were, in formal black with a gray vest and starch white neck cloth. He suddenly leaned down to listen to his companion's words. Emma's eyes flew to the woman at his side and went pale. The woman was beautiful, the cool blond with a serene expression on her slightly tanned face. An Italian opera singer perhaps? She didn't look like one, but she did possess height and a long, graceful neck.

She heard Alex and his companion share a laugh and sound tightened Emma's heart. She must have been staring, because the blond touched Alex's sleeve and nodded subtly to Emma. Horrified that she'd been so obvious and on the likes of Alex Coulter had Emma turning on her heel. She let out a sigh of relief when the soft ringing indicated for everyone to return to their seats. She wouldn't have to suffer any introductions. When she took up her seat, she berated Alex silently for ruining her evening. The nerve! To think he actually brought his mistress here. And he must have known seeing him would be too much of a distraction, so she would be unable to concentrate on the performance. By the second, shorter intermission, Emma was silently fuming and refused to get out of her seat. "I think I'll just sit here, Emma. You and Jason can go on. The intermission is only ten minutes, so I'll hardly be able to go anywhere." "May we come in?" A knock followed the question. Emma swung around to see Alex standing at the doorway of Jason's private box. His hateful mistress was there on his arm. "Whit, when did you return to London?" Jason came forward. "Just." Alex said. "I wanted to make it back before my homecoming turned into a treasure hunt of sorts, for the gossip columns. Miss Kingsley." "My lord, it's good to see you again." Penny replied. Emma was forced to stand, as manners dictated. "Miss Emma." Alex nodded and brought the woman next to him forward. "It is my pleasure to introduce to you my sister, Lady Ella Coulter. Ella, the Marquess of Fords, his fiance, Miss Penelope Kingsley and her sister, Miss Emma Kingsley." Emma stared dumbfounded, all anger gone. Sister? "I am very glad to meet you, Miss Emma." Lady Ella said. "May I?" Emma nodded. She glanced at Alex, who stood there talking to Jason and Penny. "I have to say I was hoping I would be introduced to you soon." Emma was finally able to find her tongue. "I understand you have come here from Italy. Do you make your home there or here in London?" "I suppose more in Italy. The weather is so much nicer there."

"Yes," Emma laughed. "I suppose you are right. Are you enjoying the performance?" "Very much. But I seem to favor Italian operas performed in Italy." Lady Ella Coulter was as composed as her cool blond looks. She was also very friendly and even invited Emma and her sister to tea one afternoon at their convenience. Minutes before intermission came to an end, they excused themselves. Alex barely said a word to her, but as he said his good-byes for the night, his gaze lingered on her. Jason and Penelope were smart enough not to comment. *** Alex took a fortifying swig from his flask and looked anxiously out the carriage window. He knew it was past midnight and the streets were empty and dark. He was restless, tapping his fingers on the windowsill. When the carriage finally came to a stop and he jumped out, stalking up the steps of the Kingsley residence. With his fist lifted, he started pounding on the door. He did this until an old man answered, glaring up at Alex in his nightshirt and cap. "What is the meaning of this, sir?" "I demand to see Emma Kingsley. And I am the Earl of Whittenhall, not a mere sir. Now please, let me in so that I can speak to her." "I think not. Callers can visit between the hours of " The butler pushed at the door, but Alex held it firmly open. Before the butler could say anything, Alex walked right into the foyer. "Let me repeat myself. I demand to " "Demand, sir?" Came an angry voice from the stairs. Mr. Kingsley came downstairs with a candlestick in his hand. "I don't care if you are the Prince Regent himself! You will call at the appropriate hour." Was this entire maddening household deaf? "I won't leave this house until I have spoken to Emma, Mr. Kingsley." "Please, Father." Alex's eyes went up further to see Emma standing at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a long dressing robe, her long beautiful hair over her shoulders. Penelope was there behind her.

"It'll be only a moment." She implored. Her father started to grumble, which must have been meant as consent, for she descended and showed Alex into a small drawing room. With the door closed, she walked past him and her perfume intoxicated him. She kept her back turned to him. "Cara," he called softly. His plan had been to court her, as she deserved. He'd give her flowers and take her out on rides through the park. But after seeing her the first time in so long, it had unlocked all the desire and need he felt warring within him. He no longer had the patience for a courtship and long engagement. "I thought she was one of your new ladyloves." She turned her head so he could see her profile, but she still wasn't looking at him. "I brought Ella back so she could be introduced to you." A tear slid down Emma's cheek. "I thought I would never see you again. The papers said you sailed back to Italy." He closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her tightly. "I did so to prepare the house for a new mistress, cara." He murmured into her hear. "For God's sake, end my torment. Marry me." She looked up at him. "Did you mean what you said about my meeting your sisters?" Alex let out a frustrated laugh. Emma Kingsley was definitely a siren, teasing him one moment, tormenting him the next. "I love you, Emma, of course, I meant it. I told you I would stop at nothing to have you. Why do you think I came storming in here in the middle of the night like a fool?" She shared in his laugh and touched his crooked neck cloth. "I love you, too, Alex. Even before you took me to your bed." He tilted her chin. "You didn't answer my question, cara. I am not leaving this house this very spot until you give me an " "Yes, I'll marry you, Alex." "Thank God." He kissed her. The door behind them swung open. "I have heard enough!" Came Mr. Kingsley's voice as he burst in. "You come into my home howling like a wolf and here I see you about to

ravish my youngest daughter in her father's home. Leave us, Emma. I must speak with the Earl. Privately." Emma's spirit, one of the things Alex loved so much as there in her eyes. She kissed Alex right on the mouth and then her father on the cheek before closing the door. Like a lovesick puppy, Alex touched the spot her lips had covered. "In case you haven't the faintest idea, my lord, a man goes to the woman's father for permission to marry her. You young pup! There are formalities, man!" Mr. Kingsley said sternly, his arms clasped behind him. He paced the room slowly and eyed Alex's rumpled appearance disdainfully. "Now, state your business." "I've come here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage, sir." The older man grunted. "Is that so? What have you to recommend yourself?" Alex's eyes narrowed slightly. "I have wealth enough to allow Emma to live in the way she is accustomed. I'm of sound character and do not gamble or drink excessively." He cleared his throat. "I love her, sir." "You love her." Her father sounded unconvinced. That certain something in the man's tone made Alex snap. After months of missing Emma, of being away from her, he wanted an end to all these obstacles. "You are her father, sir, so I wish not to offend you. But if it is necessary, I will do anything to have Emma as my countess. I am prepared to kidnap her and take her to Italy, where we will be married, if I do not have your blessing. The carriage outside need only to await my orders." Mr. Kingsley lifted an eyebrow. He suddenly came forward and clapped Alex on the back so hard, the wind was knocked out of him. "Glad to hear it, my boy." The man laughed. Alex blinked. "Kidnap her! You must be besotted beyond reason. Come, let us share a drink." He didn't wait for an answer and started for the bar. "Do I have your blessing then?" Alex asked carefully. "Yes, of course. Wait until Delaford hears about this. Kidnap her! Let us have cigars. No? Not everyday a man has a suitor burst in at midnight demanding to marry his daughter. Now, the wedding." "I want it to be as soon as possible." "I am afraid she cannot marry before her sister is. It's just not done."

"A few days after. I don't wish to be parted from her any longer." Mr. Kingsley's eyes narrowed in a suspicious manner that had Alex flushing. "No, I don't think you do." The older man said slowly. "Say goodnight to Emma and return in the morning. We'll discuss the marriage contract then." He had five minutes to say goodnight to her. With the drawing room door closed, Emma was melted into Alex's arms as he did wonderful things with his hands and mouth. "Was he very mean about it?" Alex chuckled. "Not at all, not after I threatened to elope with you. He found that rather humorous." "Mmmm." "Leave your bedroom window open later." "What?" He licked the flesh below her earlobe hotly. "I may be a reformed rake, but I am not going to remain celibate until our wedding. Leave your window open, I'll climb up and keep you warm tonight." "How are you ever going to get up to my room?" His wicked gaze met hers. "You underestimate a very aroused man-in-love." He cupped her bottom and rubbed against her. "Just do it. I'll be here in thirty minutes." "I love you, Alex. Don't ever become the stuffy sort, bent on following all the rules." He ground his hip to hers seductively. "You can count on my being very wicked in bed, every night, cara. Remember, window open." He thought for a moment. "And no clothes. I like you wet and naked waiting for me."