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“Would you like something to drink, Sir?” Connor asked from the doorway. His butler was relieved to have him back home but knew better than to hover.
“No, thank you, Connor. You may retire for the night.” He needed to be clear-minded while he thought through all the implications of the past forty-eight hours.
In the army, he’d been known for never being without a plan. A well-structured plan made life flow easier, and a well-structured plan always came with contingencies. Not once had he considered the possibility of marriage this Season. Certainly not with someone he suspected of being involved with treason.
On the one hand, this was the perfect way to keep an eye on Miss Davies’ activities and correspondence.
On another hand, what was he to do if he found her culpable of treason? As her husband, it would be his duty to protect her.
After careful consideration, staring into the empty fireplace, and remembering the night before, Nathan came to the realization he did not believe Miss Davies was purposefully involved in any treasonous activities. Unwitting involvement, however…
She had a goodly number of correspondents, and though she seemed bright enough, their conversation last night had hardly been unusual. Certainly, nothing that would inspire a French government official to foster an acquaintance. Which made him wildly curious about what she might be speaking about with her contacts across Europe. Was she passing along gossip? Points of interest about her godparents? Something must be inspiring her contacts to encourage her to keep writing to them.
Perhaps it was merely that she was willing. As the goddaughter of the Duke and Duchess of Frederick and neighbor to the Spymaster to the Crown, she would certainly make an enticing target to those with nefarious intentions.
Those who spoke to her during the Season had indicated she was ‘too smart’ for her own good and labeled her a bluestocking. From what Elijah had said, she always had her nose in a book, which would be enough to cause the more vicious among their set to deride her. From his own, admittedly limited, interactions with her, Nathan had seen nothing of the sort.
Hopefully, they could find common ground and muddle along well enough.
She had been headed to the country, so perhaps she preferred it there. Nathan’s duties would keep him in London a while longer, but she might like to go on to Talbot lands ahead of him.
Surprisingly, the notion did not appeal.
Well, I will not be able to keep an eye on her if she is on Talbot lands and not here with me.
It’s also hardly fair to ask Sebastian to keep an eye on my new wife with all the duties he has to attend to at home.
Yes, he would need to keep her in London with him for the time being. Close by his side where he could watch her closely.
Perhaps touch her.
Admit it. You want to get your hands on her again.
That was hard to deny. Nathan had always been the curious type. Tomorrow, they’d be married, and she would be his wife. The idea of leading an innocent like Miss Davies down the path to where pain and pleasure could collide was incredibly alluring. He’d dallied with plenty of women who knew what they wanted but had never been with a virgin.
Would her blushes be hotter?
How far would she be willing to be led?
The spanking had aroused her—would tying her up induce a similar reaction?
How would she react to a longer, more intense spanking? Or a spanking with something other than his hand?
Would the level of shock at new perversions help or hinder her arousal?
What would she look like tied down, legs spread wide apart, while one of his machines drove her to ecstasy over and over and over?
Nathan cursed, realizing his pants had become decidedly tight and uncomfortable against his arousal. Reaching down, he undid the laces and did what he’d been unable to do last night—he gripped his cock and pumped, hard and fast, with visions of Miss Davies dancing in his head.
So prim. So proper. What would she look like in ropes or spread out and flush with arousal and passion? How wet would she have been if he’d touched her cunt last night after spanking her?
His hand moved up and down his shaft, eyes shut as he leaned back against the chair. With his other hand, he deftly reached into his pocket to pull out his handkerchief.
Debauching an innocent. Something that had not appealed to him before, but if Miss Davies was that innocent and soon to be his wife…. The things he could do to her.
Picturing her on her knees before him, her lips parted to receive his cock, while he sat in this very chair, he imagined pushing into the wet heat of her mouth. Perhaps with ropes wrapped around her, tying her hands behind her back and framing her breasts, running between her legs for her to rub her most sensitive bits against.
“Bloody hell!” The force of his orgasm surprised him. His cock throbbed against his hand, spraying the interior of the handkerchief the way he imagined spraying himself across Miss Davies’ breasts. He could see her face in his mind, eyes widening with shock, letting his seed flow over her skin to drip off her breasts.
