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“Miss Lacy, I’ve known your intended since he built his first tree house. In fact, he’s my godson.”
Val eyed them both with surprise.
Millicent continued, “You may have heard me laughing when you gave Blanche that outstanding set-down a short while ago.”
She remembered the cackling. “I did.”
“I want to thank you for making my day. No one has ever dared challenge her. The way you turned her to stone you might be part Medusa.”
Val snorted. “I don’t think so, ma’am.”
“Where’s your home?”
“New York.”
“Welcome to New Orleans. Drake, bring her by the house when you can so I can get to know her better.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She smiled at Val. “Nice meeting you, young lady.”
“Nice meeting you, too.”
“Goodbye, Oya,” Mrs. Candy said, raising her cane to wave.
“Bye, Mrs. Candy.”
As Drake and Val prepared to leave, Val thanked Oya, who replied, “You made my day as well. Your garments will be delivered as soon as they are completed.”
Thanking her again, they departed.
After stopping at another shop where she purchased more clothing along with bath salts and hair oils, they placed the wealth of items into the carriage’s back seat and headed home.
That evening after dinner, they retired to the gazebo to celebrate their love with kisses and caresses that left Val pulsing and breathless and Drake certain he’d never walk again if the wedding night didn’t arrive soon. He wanted her fully, nude and twisting on his bed while he worshipped her, devoured her, and made her climax screaming his name. Until then he was content to have her on his lap with her legs wide, her buttons undone, and her soft sighs rising against the night while he licked and sucked, teased and touched, and hardened further watching her wantonly ride his hand under the pale moonlight.
“I owe you an apology,” he whispered after she’d come back to earth from the first orgasm of the night. He moved a finger over a bared nipple still hard and damp from his loving. “Sit on the table for me.”
He saw her confusion. Instead of explaining, he lifted her easily and set her gently down on the tabletop in front of him. Leaning forward, he kissed her and slid his hands beneath her skirt to savor the satin length of her legs and the heated place so wet and warm hidden between them. He raised the skirt to her waist and said softly, “Lie back,cheri.”
Val had no idea what this was leading up to, but his talented fingers were reigniting her senses and she wanted to know, so she lowered herself to the surface of the table, her hips rising, legs parting in response to his circling invitation.
He reached up and spread the open halves of her blouse wider, moved a damp finger to a nipple until it pleaded and she uttered a choked groan.
“Do you like this?” He leaned up and took the bud into his mouth and bit it gently. She replied with a whispered, shaky, “Yes.”
“You’ll like this even better.”
He placed a worshipping kiss against the inside of each spread thigh and as the kisses fervently climbed, she shuddered with the heat that hit her like lightning.
“I should be on my knees for this but you’re at a perfect height....”
When he licked the bud at the entrance to her core, a strangled scream escaped, and she slapped a hand over her mouth and sat straight up. “What are you doing?”
He chuckled softly. “You were the one with all the questions about a man being on his knees to make his apology, weren’t you?”
“Yes, but?” She viewed him in the moonlight with wide eyes.
“Do you want my apology or not? Lie back and let me pay my penance.”
Still studying him wondrously, she thought about all the pleasure her lusty pirate had treated her to and that he knew more about her body than she, so she complied.
For the next few bliss-filled moments, he paid his penance so wickedly and languidly well, the powerful orgasm broke her quickly and she screamed his name loud and long into her hand.
