Page 115 of Wicked Scoundrel


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He waved a hand, indicating she should sit.He followed by slouching into a nearby chair.“Let’s see: We nearly caused a catastrophe.We lost a fifty-thousand-pound profit, which I would have split with you, by the way.And...And I’m not terribly upset.”

She nodded.“I have a set of rock diamonds now so I can keep the Isis Diamonds safely at home.Maybe I’ll let Elaine play with them.”

“They wouldn’t stand as true in the light of day.”

Rose reached across the small table and opened her hand to him.He squeezed.“But you do.I think Jezzy must be very proud of the son she bore and raised.”

They stared at each other for a minute until they were interrupted by a footman, announcing their meal would be served in the sunroom.

“Why the sunroom?”Matthew asked.

“The dessert will be best displayed there.”

“Then, let’s eat so we can enjoy the rest of the day at our leisure.”He set aside his glass, then helped her to her feet.She wrapped her arms about his neck; his hands secured her waist.“Is the leisure starting now?”

“No, it started after my bath.I had high hopes you meant what you said.”

“I meant what I said.In fact, that will be my new purpose.To mean what I say.”He leaned to kiss her.“I’m hungry.For food.Then dessert.”

Someone had found a low table upon which their meal was sitting.The huge floor pillows were stacked chair-like.“Help me with my jacket, dear Rose.I want to be very comfortable during this meal.”He shrugged and she encouraged the sleeves down his arms.The jacket ended up tossed across the back of a side chair.“Was this your idea?”

“Yes, but one I’ve had for several weeks, since the day Mrs.Callis gave me a tour of the house.At first, I was thinking about leisurely reading in the sun followed by leisurely afternoon naps.That was quickly followed by other ideas.”

“Am I the subject of your other ideas?”

“The only one.Come.Take your place and I will feed you.”

“This just gets better and better.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she said, smiling brightly.They settled on the posh cushions, Matthew leaning toward her on his elbow, while she sat demurely with one hand braced beside her.He reached for her, wrapping his hand about her neck and pulled her down for a kiss.“Maybe I’m not so hungry for food, after all.”

Rose forked a cubed piece of ham along with cheese and offered it to him.He chewed, looking at all his wife’s charming attributes, from the barely modest décolletage to the developing curve of her belly.He stroked a finger across the round of her breast.“Things might move more quickly if I feed myself.”

She nibbled on a cucumber sandwich, her beautiful long fingers at her lips.“They might, but I have been waiting all morning, so you can wait with me while you slowly tease me about all you promised to do.”

“I think I was fairly direct.”

“Tease.Tease the way a grape bursts in one’s mouth while the delicious juice courses down the throat.Or tease like a flute of champagne bubbles which tickles the tongue and sensations escape through the nose.”

He chuckled.“What exactly are you asking me to do?”

“And we can’t forget the way a peach, with its light fuzz, tickles the lips before experiencing that rush of delight at the sweet, juicy taste.”

Matthew glanced at the table food.“I don’t see any peaches.”

“Well, you wouldn’t, would you?Not unless you looked carefully,” she said.

He grabbed a piece of bread and slathered it with butter and jam.After he took a drink of wine, he said, “Let’s have a look then.”He leaned into her, and she went back into the cushions.He slipped his hands beneath her knees and straightened her before he threw up her skirts.“No undergarments.”

“Tease means to slowly provoke or arouse.”

“Does it?”He slid his hand up her leg before settling his palm over her mons.“Ah, peach fuzz.”He resettled, forcing her knees up then apart.“If you scream, everyone will wonder what delights we are having for lunch.”

He licked along her upper thigh then tongued along the seam of her sheath.He opened her with his fingers and used his thumb to tease the hot, wet button of her desire.

“Mm,” she said.

Matthew licked and stroked with his tongue, slipping into the entrance and tasting the sweetness.She pressed her knees against his shoulders and squeezed.He had her writhing beneath his tender assault, the pitch of her mewls growing higher.Her body tensed beneath him, and she arched upward before she moaned one final wail.

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