Enticing the Earl

“I am sorry, Simon.”

“If I ever find that man, I will kill him with my own hands.” He shook his head. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have said that in front of you after what you’ve been through.”

“There is no excuse for what I went through. But I can understand your feelings regarding Burton. The man almost ruined you and your reputation.”

Simon almost laughed at that. He had no reputation left, at least not amongst the ton. He had made far too many enemies with his hot-tempered disposition. And right now, his blood was boiling. He wanted to track down Burton wherever he might be and kill the man. But he had no idea where the man had fled.

“Simon, are you all right?” Mia asked softly. “I am sorry if I upset you but I felt you needed to hear the truth.”

“I am not angry with you, only myself.” He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. “I should never have hired the man.”

“You had no idea his references were forged.”

He could

hear her footsteps approaching him so he kept his eyes closed and let her do whatever she wanted. “I should have written to the other estates to verify his employment.”

Delicate fingers rubbed the muscles of his shoulders. He let his head drop forward to give her better access. Just the thought of her hands on him made his cock thicken. The woman had no idea how much he wanted her.

“Everyone makes mistakes.”

Her fingers pressed deeply into the muscles of his shoulders, slowly easing the strain he felt there. He wanted her fingers all over his body. Caressing him. Kissing him. Stroking him. God, he was going mad with pent-up desire for the woman. He moaned as her fingers kneaded him.

“This would work better if you didn’t have your jacket on,” she said.

He tore at his jacket and waistcoat until he was just in his linen shirt. That only made the sensation of her fingers on him warmer, erotic. “Mia,” he groaned.

“Shh, just enjoy this and relax. You are far too tense most of the time.”

His cock swelled even more as her hands worked on his neck. How could something as simple and innocent as her hands on his shoulders and neck bring him this close to the edge? Twelve years of longing for her had taken its toll on him. There was no reason to wait. She was either with child or she wasn’t. Anything they did today couldn’t change that.

“Would you mind if I removed your cravat?”

She could remove every piece of clothing he had on and he would be fine with it. “Not at all,” he managed to say.

She stayed behind the leather chair and untied his white cravat. With his neck bared to her soft hands, he shivered as she rubbed him there. Instead of relaxing him, the movements of her hands only enflamed his desire. He wanted her to come around and sit on his lap.

“Does that feel good?”

Was she teasing him on purpose? “Yes,” he said with a groan.

She slid her hands down the length of his upper arms. “Now why are you so tight?”

“God, Mia,” he rasped. “You are not that innocent.”

“What?” she said with a gasp.

He reached around and pulled her down onto his lap. “You know what you are doing to me.”

She scrambled off his lap. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that would get you aroused.” Her gaze landed on the bulge in his trousers. Her cheeks reddened but her mouth gaped slightly, giving away her own desire.

He stood up slowly, all the while her stare remained locked on his cock. “I think you knew exactly what you were doing.”

Before she could reply, he pulled her against his body and kissed her still-gaped mouth. Her soft lips against his drove him mad. As her tongue responded to his call, he couldn’t help but press her tightly against him. She skimmed her hands up his chest until she wrapped them around his neck. Pert breasts pressed against him.

He moved his lips away to kiss a line up her jaw to her ear. She moaned as he kissed her outer lobe. “I want you,” he whispered. “Right now.”

“We can’t yet,” she moaned as he kissed down her neck until he reached the top of her bodice.