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Frustrated with need, I sat up, and, pushing him down onto the bed, I climbed on top of him.
“There is another way I can get it myself, correct?” I asked, glaring down at him.
“Is that so?” His eyebrow rose.
“Yes,” I replied.
Reaching behind me, I grabbed his manhood, and it was hot in my grasp, jerking from my mere touch. He inhaled through his nose, and I could feel his chest expand under me. His eyes were very serious.
“And what shall you do now?”
I bit my lip, hoping this worked as my brain told me it would, shifting my body up and then slowly back down onto him. I thought it would feel the same, but it was different. My body tingled as he filled me. It was so much at one time that I braced my hands against his chest. When he and I were one again, I found myself unable to stop rocking on top of him. Then he grabbed my waist and suddenly thrust up into me.
“Oh, Evander!” Closing my eyes, I rode on top of him. This was much better than my hands.
It was dark by the time he and I stopped for the day. He said he could request that supper be brought to our room. But, I did not wish for the house to think…to think I was doing exactly what I had been doing for hours. Also, I wished not to keep little Emeline waiting on us for dinner. However, when we arrived at the dining table, which was far too long, there were only two chairs at one end. The whole room was also a tad dark, as the candles were not bright, and the décor very…old.
“What is it?” he questioned when he saw I did not move to my seat despite the footman who already stood ready to pull out the chair.
“Do you often eat in here?” I asked him.
He paused, thinking. “No, now that I think of it. I mostly have my meals in the study. Verity eats in the drawing room or, when she can, in the garden. Why?”
“I was merely wondering.” I smiled, moving to take my seat, but he caught my wrist and spun me back into his arms. “Evander.”
“I know you and how you wonder. It shall plague your mind, and then you shall not focus here but on your thoughts. So out with it,” he demanded, still holding me despite the fact we were no longer alone.
I leaned in so only he could hear me, but it was so quiet I was sure they heard despite my efforts. “I have not yet been here a full day, so I do not wish to criticize anything.”
Maybe it was because I’d always been at the skirt of my mother or because of all of the lessons but, immediately, without much effort, I could see there were things not in order.
“It is your home now, too. If there is anything amiss, merely order it changed to your liking. I care not,” he whispered.
“I do not want the servants to believe me too high in the instep,” I replied quietly, also not wishing to have this conversation before the servants.
I was the newcomer. I could not just act as though everything required my touch. There needed to be balance. His eyebrow rose and he chuckled.
“We shall have supper on the terrace,” Evander instructed them and took my hand to lead me.
“I was fine with the dinner table.”
“You were not. And the footmen would have remained there, and you would have been more uncomfortable,” he said.
“I would be unnerved almost anywhere, as I have yet to grow accustomed to it,” I reminded him.
“You shall not be on the terrace,” he assured me, then brought my body to his. “And most definitely not in our bed.”
I pushed his face away, and he laughed. “Can we please simply eat without you…”
“Without me what?”
“Seeking to seduce me.”
“Not at all.”
“Evander.”
“Aphrodite,” he said my name in the same tone.
