Earl of Exile (Lords of Scandal 3)
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His boots and pants were still on and he sat up to take the damned things off. He’d like to hold her close. He was certain she’d fall instantly asleep after what she’d just experienced, but instead she slid to the floor, still clad in nothing but stockings. “Was that your solution for making love to me without actually making love?”
“It was.” He grinned as she slid off one of his hessians. “Diana.” He looked down at her dark hair and eyes as she looked up at him. “Diana, I love ye so much.”
“I love you, too,” she answered sliding off the other boo
t. “Now lay back.”
“Why?” he asked, tensing a bit. What was she going to do? But as her hands slid up his thighs, he began to understand. “Diana.”
“Have you done this before? Does it work for you the way it did for me?”
His mouth went dry. “It works,” he hissed.
She began undoing the complicated falls of his trousers. “Can you teach me?”
His cock already straining, he nearly exploded. “I have a feeling ye’ll know what to do.”
Sure enough, the moment she’d pulled his trousers down one of her delicate hands wrapped around his staff. His head fell back as his vision blurred. “Feck,” he moaned.
She gave a small tug, making his body clench. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” he hissed as she moved her hand. Then, sweet Jesus above, she dropped those petal-soft lips to the head of his manhood, raining kisses upon it until she slid him into her mouth.
He nearly died of pleasure as he twisted his hand into the silky strands of her hair. She responded by taking more of him into her mouth.
His throat went dry as she slid back up his shaft. “If you weren’t so large, I could take more of you—”
His free hand stroked her cheek. “That’s perfect. Do it again.”
She did, over and over, taking him into her mouth until he couldn’t think, barely breathe. Reaching down, he pulled his staff from her mouth as he convulsed in pleasure. Diana nibbled her lip as she looked up at him. “Why did you pull it out of my mouth?”
He blinked back, barely able to string a thought together. “The seed. It doesn’t taste…” The words died as she leaned down and licked his stomach.
“I like it.”
Dear Lord. He was never letting this woman go.
She slid up his body, curling into his side. “You were right. I am exhausted.”
Grabbing the blankets, he covered them up. “Then let’s sleep. We’ve a big day tomorrow.”
She burrowed in deeper to him. “We do.” Then she let out a sigh. “But even if this was just tonight. It was perfect, Callum. Thank you.”
He didn’t respond as he looked over at her. Did that mean something? Surely, she was just saying thanks. But he wrapped her tighter in his arms. Somehow, he had that unsettled feeling that something was about to go wrong.
Diana woke the next morning in bed alone. She sat up, pulling the covers about her, as she nibbled her lip. Where was Callum? Searching about, she noticed a slip of paper on her pillow.
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Diana,
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I’ll see you at half past three. I’ve sent a formal invitation to your parents. Don’t be late, my love.
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Callum