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Oh, Amelia, I can hardly describe the sensation! Christophe’s lips were firm and demanding while Lars’s were soft and timid. It was wonderful, and I nearly thought I might reach climax from the stimulation alone. Before I could, though, Christophe reached to my pussy and started stroking my tight button. Oh, I must have been dripping wet with cream! What euphoria! His fingers circled my opening, and as they both tugged on my nipples, my climax built within me. Jus
t when I thought I would burst, Christophe removed his hand.
“Christophe! Please! I was ready to come.”
“Yes, my lady, I know. But I thought it only polite to give our newcomer a chance to taste the glory that is you first.”
Chapter 13
An issue? Evan rubbed his jawline. Was it Alexandra? Had something befallen her? His heart stampeded at the thought of her being in any type of peril. But of course not. She had left him only a moment ago. “What type of issue, Woods?”
Woods cleared his throat. “Somewhat of a delicate nature, I’m afraid.”
“Is anyone hurt?”
“No. Everyone is fine. It’s just that…”
“Out with it, Woods. What is going on?”
“We found some…er…literature…outside the front door. I am wondering if it belongs to you. Perhaps it fell out of your valise?”
“I don’t recall bringing any literature with me,” Evan said.
“I can’t imagine that it belongs to Lady Alexandra.”
“What exactly is this literature of which you are speaking?”
Woods cleared his throat again. “It is of an…erotic nature.” He pulled some crumpled papers out of his pocket and handed them to Evan. “I found these right outside the front door.”
Evan held back his gasp. The Ruby. And there, of course, was the seal of his business. Well, these couldn’t possibly belong to Alexandra. “Has anyone else been by today?”
“Not that I’m aware of. The house has been closed as you know.”
“I doubt this is anything to worry about. They probably fell out of someone’s pocket, and the wind blew them onto our property. Just dispose of them.”
Evan readied to hand the papers back to Woods when a something caught his eye.
“Lady Prudence, this is my good friend, Mr. Joshua Peck. Josh, Lady Prudence Spofford.”
Lady Prudence Spofford. Wasn’t that the name of Alexandra’s friend? This was too similar to be a coincidence. Yes, he’d known that her “friend” never existed. However, he’d never imagined that the name had come from an underground erotic paper printed at his own printing house, no less.
The papers must belong to Alexandra. Where on earth could she have found them? And why would she bring them to London? And why would she have them in the first place? Questions flooded his mind—questions that both confounded and excited him.
Clearly, much existed that he did not know about her. Damn it all. Tonight they had to dine with the St. Clairs. And then later, the ball.
Alexandra was too much for him to handle. He would marry her off, and soon.
He folded the papers and laid them on a table next to the door. “On second thought,” he said to Woods, “I will deal with this myself.”
“I understand completely, my lord,” Woods said with a glint in his eye.
“Oh, I didn’t mean—”
Woods chuckled as he closed the door.
* * *
The St. Clair townhome was a bit bigger than the Brighton townhome, but not by much. Vladimir Brooks, the Earl of St. Clair, was a jovial gentleman short of stature but long on humor. His wife, Paula, the countess, was nearly a foot taller than he. She was reserved and quiet, but perfectly friendly. And quite pretty. The St. Clairs’ height difference was even vaster than the difference between Ally’s own parents. Ally had inherited her mother’s height, while Sophie was a bit shorter, clearly inheriting her height from their father’s side.
