Truce (Neighbor from Hell 4)

Robert nodded, but didn’t speak, too afraid that he’d say something that he’d regret later. He’d love nothing more than to yell at the man, but he wouldn’t, not in a million years. Elizabeth would never forgive him, and although he was doing his damndest to resign himself to the fact that he was about to lose her and probably never see her again, he didn’t want her last memory of him to be him insulting her father.

When the door closed with a soft click , he opened his mouth to speak, but realized that he didn’t know what to say. How was he supposed to compete with James? He was older, had a title and a respectable reputation. He would also be able to give her the life that she deserved, that was hers by right. Staying with him would only drag her down, and he loved her too much to do that to her.

If she wanted to save herself by marrying James, then he would allow it. He would sign the necessary documents to end their marriage and then he would leave. He’d gift the forty thousand pounds to her and be done with it. He didn’t want the money, didn’t need a constant reminder of what he’d lost. He would-

“Why are you taking off your nightgown?” he asked, unable to hide his confusion even as he did his best not to look down and failed….about five or six times.

“We only have a few minutes,” he thought she said, but wasn’t entirely sure since all of his attention was on her beautiful br**sts that bounced slightly as she leaned over the side of the bed and pulled on the silk rope by her bed.

“Huh?” he mumbled, struggling to focus as her br**sts went ahead and bounced again as she shoved the covers off his lap, revealing a rather painful erection.

“Perfect,” she sighed as she threw her leg over him and straddled his lap.

“What’s perfect?” he asked absently, hissing seconds later when the tip of his c**k brushed against her wet slit.

Instead of answering him, she laid one hand on his shoulder and, with the other hand, she reached down between them and grabbed ahold of his erection. He opened his mouth once again to ask her what she was doing, but his words escaped him in a strangled moan when she rubbed the head of his c**k between the lips of her sex.

Elizabeth released a frustrated groan as she shifted his c**k against her once again. When she wiggled, brushing the tip against her core, he was forced to grab her h*ps and hold her still so that he could focus.

“Elizabeth,-”

“Are you going to help me or not?” she asked, doing her best to wiggle out of his hold.

“Help with what?” he asked, resisting the urge to close his eyes and lick his lips.

“Putting this thing inside of me,” she snapped, sounding frustrated and so damn cute that he couldn’t help but smile until her words registered in his mind.

“What?”

She let out an annoyed sigh as she continued to wiggle, testing his patience and making his eager c**k jump. “Look, Robert,” she said, pausing to nibble her bottom lip as she shifted on his lap, “we only have a few minutes to do this if we’re going to save this marriage, so I’d really appreciate a little help here.”

“You want to save our marriage?” he asked, stunned enough to tighten his grip on her h*ps to stop her maddening movements and focus on what she was saying.

She let out a snort as she released the grip she had on his c**k and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You really didn’t think that you were going to get rid of me that easily, now did you?” she asked with a sweet smile as she leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against his.

“I can’t give you the things that James can give you,” he felt obligated to point out.

“And he can’t give me the things that you can. So, if you don’t mind I’d really like to consummate this marriage and end the matter,” she said, pulling back just far enough so that he could see her smile as she teasingly wiggled on his lap again.

It took every ounce of strength he had in him to stay still. “You’re sure?” he asked, selfishly not arguing with her or pointing out how much better off she’d be with James since he was a selfish bastard.

“Yes,” she said, leaning in to kiss him again, but he had other plans.

He swallowed her gasp of surprise as he tightened his hold on her h*ps and shifted to roll her over onto her back. Before her back hit the soft mattress, he was inside her.

“You feel so good, minx,” he groaned, pulling back quickly only to slide in slowly, enjoying the way her sheath coated every inch of him along the way.

“Don’t stop,” she said, reaching up and fisting her hands in his hair and yanking him down for a kiss.

He went willing as he reached down and cupped the back of her knee and pulled her leg up, opening her wider and allowing him to sink further inside her. It was heaven.

It was hell.

“We have to stop,” he said, struggling to pull out, but it seemed that he no longer had control of his body.

“Don’t make me kill you!” Elizabeth growled against his lips, making him moan even as he groaned in frustration.

“If we don’t stop now, the servants will walk in on us,” he said, not really caring if he was caught having sex, but he didn’t want to embarrass his wife or risk anyone else seeing the beautiful body that was meant for his eyes only.

“Good,” she said, surprising him.

“Good?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her simply because he couldn’t help himself.

“Because I plan on keeping you,” Elizabeth said against his lips, taking him by surprise.

“Are you sure?” he asked, deciding once again not to argue with her since he wasn’t an idiot. There really was no need to remind her that James was probably the better choice. She’d figure it out eventually and by the time that she did, it would be too late.

“Yes,” she hissed, panting hard as she wrapped her legs around him and arched her back to take him deeper.

“I’m never letting you go, minx,” he swore against her lips as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him.

“Good.”

“Do you need help getting dressed, my- Oh, my God !” he heard a maid scream seconds before the door slammed shut.

“I guess you’re stuck with me, Mr. Bradford,” Elizabeth said, smiling against his lips and giving him no choice but to smile back.

“I guess I am, Mrs. Bradford,” he said, chuckling when he heard the commotion out in the hallway, guaranteeing that no one was ever going to be able to take her away from him.