The Lady Tamed by Boyd, Heather (urban books to read TXT) 📗

higher around his waist, her body clinging to his where they joined. With only her shoulders and head upon the rug, he feared she would tire of the position, but she simply ran her hands down her body, toyed with his cock as it slipped in and out of her depths.

“I could have you like this all afternoon,” he promised.

“I’ll come again soon,” she warned as her fingers were suddenly on her clit again.

Jeremy watched Fanny pleasure herself with her own fingers while his was cock buried inside her. It excited him to see her take charge of her own pleasure. “Devil take it!” he whispered in awe, twisting to see.

“I’ve a fierce need to feel you move inside me,” she told him. “Give me everything you are and more.”

Jeremy thrust, taking her hard until he thought his heart might burst from the pleasure of doing as he pleased. When Fanny suddenly squeezed around him and let out a muffled sob, coming around his cock, Jeremy gritted his teeth to hold back his own release. When he was confident, she’d wrung every moment of pleasure from the moment, he quickly withdrew, wrapped his hand around his cock and finished himself off.

Seed spilled over his fist, endangering the purity of the fine rug beneath them. He had to use both hands to capture it all, he was so excited. He knelt there a moment, trying to catch his breath with his eyes nearly squeezed shut to block out the delicious woman in front of him.

Fanny was suddenly on her hands and knees, coming close, and then her tongue flicked over the head of his cock. He felt her tongue glide around it. His cock gave another enthusiastic twitch and then he was engulfed in warmth. Jeremy opened his eyes fully to watch her have her wicked way with him.

Fanny finally sat back with a smirk gracing her lips. “I like the way you taste.”

Despite its recent exertions, his cock twitched at the idea she might want to take him into her mouth again. “I always thought proper ladies were above that sort of thing.”

“You’d be surprised. Some of us are quite experimental.”

He frowned. “Have I not provided enough satisfaction?”

Fanny pulled him to her for a deep kiss. “I’d be happy to discuss all the forms of pleasure we might share when we have more time to indulge, Jeremy. As it is, I must go.” Fanny rolled to her knees and then stood. “Would you help me dress? I have a blackmailer to meet and put in his place.”

“Blackmailer?”

“Yes, Lord Thwaite insisted I meet with his son today to return the contract. No doubt he’ll try to spring some sort of demand for money upon me then.”

“You never said you were being blackmailed by Thwaite or his son.”

She shrugged. “I never thought it was important to tell you.”

“I consider it important, my lady.”

“Why?” she shrugged again. “It will not be you paying their demands, not that I intend to give them one undeserving penny.”

Jeremy put his hands on her shoulders to still her. “You already have the document in your safe. Why bother going?”

Fanny looked up at him. “I am a woman of my word, sir. I agreed to meet, and I will hear what Wilks has to say. And then I will refuse him. As you said earlier, they can do nothing without proof in their hands.” Fanny moved away to sit before her dressing mirror, naked and lovely, but she grimaced. “Oh dear, there’s the hoyden I used to be so long ago.”

Jeremy moved to stand behind her, seeing nothing he’d change, but still concerned. “Hardly that.”

“I look like I just tumbled down a steep slope. Several times.”

Jeremy wet his lips. “About this meeting. I’m coming with you.”

“No, you will not,” she said firmly.

“Why not? I’m involved.”

Fanny studied him in the mirror. “If you are there, it will only add fuel to their suspicions. But more importantly, I don’t need a man to fight my battles for me.”

“You needed me this week,” he reminded her.

Her face softened a touch. “And I appreciate your friendship during this difficult time. I really do. And today was lovely, but sir, you have no right to involve yourself in my affairs just because we made love.”

Jeremy flinched.

And Fanny was on her feet and before him in a second. “Now do not take offense. I need to do this alone. We’ll get along better if you stop questioning every little thing I decide, sir. I wish I didn’t have to go but I must.”

Jeremy did not like this at all but what could he really do? If she didn’t want him there, she didn’t. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be of help. “Wilks is not to be trusted.”

“Yes, I know that.”

“You shouldn’t be alone with him.”

Fanny frowned. “I hardly require a chaperone.”

“Don’t argue. I’ll not leave you alone with him.”

She smiled. “I had no idea you were such a worrier.”

Jeremy jerked his trousers on and tucked in his shirt, even though they were damp still. He’d have to change before he could follow her downstairs.

“Jeremy, have you ever laced a corset?”

“Once or twice. Why?”

“I’m going to need your help dressing.” She studied him through narrowed eyes. “Whose corset did you lace?”

He laughed that she sounded jealous. He was also slightly baffled that she would be. “That would be my business.”

Fanny’s eyes narrowed even more, clearly unhappy that he didn’t provide her with an answer. That was just too bad. If she wanted to keep him at arm’s length, he would do the same. She couldn’t have everything her way.

He snatched up her damp corset, but she handed him another dry one instead. “Don’t lace me so tight that I cannot breathe. I need breath to give Wilks a piece of my mind.”

“As you wish, my lady,” he replied with a short bow that he hoped would irritate her.

Chapter 13

Lord Wilks sauntered into their meeting twenty minutes later than Fanny had expected him to arrive.