Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season 3)

I confess, the reward I’d promised Christophe and Joshua plagued me for days on end, until one evening when my cherished maid, Hattie, came to attend me.

She has blossomed into a beautiful maiden of eighteen years. Lovely blond tresses and firm pink lips—my goodness, my heart patters as I write this.

“Hattie,” I said as she un

laced my corset, “have any young men about the estate asked for your favors yet?”

“Oh, no, my lady. I’m a good girl. Mr. Savage once cornered me in the alcove on the third story, but I screamed until he let me go.”

“Mr. Savage?” One of the stablemen. What had he been doing on the third story? I made a mental note to have him dismissed. “No others? No stolen kisses…?”

“Only a few clumsy kisses with a lad when I was younger.”

Oh, Amelia, she was ripe for the picking! I decided then and there to take her under my wing and teach her all that you taught me. And once I did, she could join Christophe and Joshua and be part of the reward I’d promised.

My cunny pulsated as she helped me out of the restricting garment. I removed my chemise and turned to her, clad only in my drawers, which were already damp from my juices.

She blushed an adorable raspberry shade when I gazed up and down her body. “You are lovely, sweet Hattie,” I said. “I have missed you.”

She cast her blue eyes downward. “I’ve missed you too, my lady.”

I trailed my fingers over her porcelain cheek and brought her gaze back to mine. “Dear Hattie,” I said, and pressed my lips gently to hers.

She backed away, her lovely mouth dropping into an O. “My lady! Goodness!”

“Do you not wish to kiss me, Hattie?” I asked. “Do I not please you?”

Her blush deepened. “You are beautiful, my lady. But I…”

“I learned much in the Americas,” I told her. “And the most important thing was that one should never turn away from pleasure.”

“But we’re both…women.”

“Yes. And no one knows a woman’s body like another woman.” I smiled, my nipples hardening. How I wanted those firm lips around one of them, tugging, pulling.

Such an ache between my legs, Amelia!

“I’d like to kiss you again, Hattie. Your lips are so soft…” I edged closer, my diddeys tingling. Slowly I untied the strings to my drawers and let them drop around my ankles, baring my whole body.

She gasped.

“Don’t be afraid.” I moved closer and slid my hands up her arms. “Please. Kiss me.” I leaned in and touched my tongue to the seam of her lips. “Open for me, my dear. Let me show you how lovely kissing a woman can be.”

Hattie pressed her lips together at first, and I tantalized her with tiny pecks against her firm crimson flesh, the sweet smacking sounds sending lightning to my moist pussy. I drew her plump lower lip between my own and sucked on its soft sweetness. A moan escaped her throat.

Oh, as I write this, I find I must reach into my drawers and slide my fingers through my wet folds. Hattie is so beautiful. If only you were here, Amelia. The three of us could have such fun.

With a little prompting, she opened her lovely lips and I swept in to taste her sweet mouth. Vanilla and spice infused my taste buds. Such a delicious mouth Hattie had! I coaxed her with my tongue, and soon we were kissing frantically, our tongues entwining, circling. My nipples grew harder, and I grabbed her hands and brought them to my breasts.

Chapter 7

Alexandra lurched upward into a sitting position. “Marry? Have you gone completely mad?”

“I’ve ruined you, sweet. As a man of honor, it’s my duty to marry you.”

“Don’t be absurd. It was never my intention to trap you into marriage.”

“I never thought you were trying to trap me, Alexandra. But what’s done is done. We can’t fix it. We must marry.”