“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?” He continued to breathe rapidly.
“Pull out?”
Reality struck, and he pulled slightly away from her. “You know damned well why I did that. I don’t want to get you with child.”
“Isn’t that a moot point now?”
“Absolutely not,” he said. “Why tempt fate?”
“I suppose you’re right.” She slipped off the desk, picked up her drawers from the floor, and stepped into them. “It’s just that…”
“It’s just that, what?”
“It’s just that… I liked it when you…you know…inside me.”
He shuddered. He had liked it as well. In fact, at this very moment, he could think of nothing he would like more than to release inside her every night. But this needed to stop. Just moments before, she’d been putting him down as being only a second son. Clearly, she was not the woman for him. If only they could fight this attraction that boiled between them. They would have to put a stop to it once their parents returned from their wedding trip. What would his father and her mother say? They had left her in his care, trusted him to see to her and Sophie’s best interests. Taking her to bed had not been on that agenda. He wanted to tell her he liked it too, that coming outside her body had not satisfied him nearly as much. But he held those words back and quickly pulled up his trousers and fastened them.
“Here,” he said, wiping off her belly with his handkerchief and then holding up her chemise, “let me help you.”
She stepped into the garment, and then he helped her with her corset, tightening it. Finally, he buttoned her dress.
“I shall go strai
ght to my chamber.” Alexandra fidgeted with her hair. “I’m sure I must look a fright.”
A fright was hardly how she looked. She looked beautiful and satisfied, which made him smile. “You will pass,” he said. He wanted to say more, but his lips didn’t move. He turned away and absently looked over the papers on his desk.
“Evan?”
He turned toward her again. She was biting her lower lip. His cock, completely spent, jerked inside his trousers. What was it about this woman? “Yes?”
“Could you possibly reconsider? Sophie and I would so much like to attend the last balls of the season.”
Back to this again? Had she come in here planning to seduce him if he refused to accompany them to London? And he’d fallen right into her trap. Anger roared to life within him. “Absolutely not.”
“In that case, you force me to take drastic measures.”
He cocked his head, his curiosity piqued. “And what type of measures might those be?”
“I will be forced to send message to my mother and your father, telling them in no uncertain terms that you have taken advantage of your position as my guardian.”
Evan widened his eyes. What on earth was she going on about? “I beg your pardon?”
She stared straight at him, her eyes blazing. “I shall tell them that you raped me.”
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Dearest Amelia,
After much anticipation, the day finally arrived for my next art lesson with Christophe. Rather than convince Hattie to attend along with me, I chose to arrange for her to interrupt us in the act. That way I could bid her join us, and Christophe would have the reward I had promised him.
I had hoped he would bring his friend Mr. Peck with him as he had last time, but he did not. However, that was probably a blessing. If Hattie had walked in on the three of us engaged in improper behavior, it might have scared her away. With just Christophe and me, the chance was much better that she would agree to join in our merry escapades.
Christophe arrived, and we did spend the first half hour actually studying art. I had arranged for Hattie to barge in forty-five minutes after our lesson began, so I was eager to get started. When Christophe came behind me and took my hand, showing me the proper strokes, I had my chance. I backed into him and circled my hips so that I created friction against him.