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

“I see you have missed me, my lady,” he said, his voice smooth as whiskey.

“I have indeed, good sir.” I laid the brush down on the easel and turned toward him, my breasts skimming against his chest.

He gripped my shoulders tightly and lowered his lips to mine. We enjoyed a frantic kiss, our tongues dueling and tangling, our passion growing. I turned quickly back around.

“Undress me, Monsieur. I fear I can wait no longer to have your lips upon my nipples.”

He did not disappoint me. He unfastened my dress and loosened my corset, and soon the two offending garments lay on the floor. He got rid of my chemise and drawers with quick aptitude. And I stood before him, naked as the day I was born, my nipples hard, my pussy wet.

“Suck my sweet cream, good sir.” I spread my legs, gripped his shoulders, and pushed him down onto his knees.

He darted out his tongue and grazed my sweet bud. Tremors shot through me, and I sighed. Oh, yes, how I had longed to have my pussy sucked while I was initiating Hattie. And now, finally, my desire was fulfilled.

“Your quim is so sweet, my lady,” Christophe said against my nether curls. “I have thought of nothing but you since our last meeting.” And he continued to plunder me.

“Yes, yes.” I cupped my breasts and scraped my fingernails over my hard nipples. “Fuck me with your finger, good sir.”

He did as I bid, and soon I was creaming all over his hand, flying in ecstasy as my climax whisked me to the moon. As I floated downward, a knock on the door startled me.

I looked down at Christophe, his cheeks red.

“Whatever shall we do, my lady?”

“Nothing whatsoever,” I said, knowing Hattie was behind the door. “Come in,” I called.

The door opened, but Hattie did not enter. Instead, Lars, one of the estate’s new footmen, stood in the doorway, his eyes as big as saucers.

I had promised Christophe a reward, but that would have to wait until the next lesson apparently. Lars was a handsome tall man, barely out of his teens, with a shock of long auburn hair pulled back in a queue.

And suddenly I was no longer concerned with Hattie’s absence.

I recalled the deliciousness of both Christophe and Joshua focused on me. Lars was young—long and lean—and I quivered with anticipation.

Oh, yes, he would do quite nicely.

Chapter 12

Evan’s fist came down on the mahogany desk so hard the room rattled. Ally trembled, her body chilling. Oh, she had gone too far. His eyes were glazed over with fire, his nostrils flaring. Tiny beads of sweat emerged on his forehead. His dusky full lips parted slightly, his jawline tight, the muscles in his neck tense.

Ally bit her bottom lip. Say something. Tell him you didn’t mean it. Do something, Ally, anything at all!

“You will what?” He glared at her.

She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that she would never do such a horrible thing, but no words emerged.

“I’m afraid I have no other choice than to put you under house arrest,” he said, his voice low and stern. “Clearly, you cannot be trusted.”

“Evan, I—”

“I do not want to hear it,” he said through gritted teeth. “To think for one minute I actually thought…”

“Thought what?”

“Never you mind. This conversation is over. And whatever this…thing is between us is also over. I shall begin searching for a suitable husband for you first thing in the morning.”

“What?” Ally clenched her fists. “You cannot be serious. I will not be forced into any marriage!”

“You will do as I say. I am responsible for you. And quite frankly, you are more than I can handle. I will foist you off on someone else so you’re no longer my problem.”