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Calliope nodded her head. He shut the door behind her, and it would have been impossible to see if the roof overhead was enclosed. Thankfully, it was not. Of course, on the estate, there was no need for a bathing machine, as the pond they frequented was on their grounds and afforded all the privacy she and her sisters had required.
She waited patiently as she was slowly pulled deeper into the water. She took off her stockings and slippers when the water began to rush in over her toes. She wigged her bare feet and watched as the tide inside the box steadily got higher. If she wasn’t confident in her ability to swim, she might have been a bit unnerved.
When the water was flowing just below the top of the opposite bench, the machine stopped. She heard a slight commotion coming from the opposite door, but when she heard the promised knock, she slowly released the breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.
She reached out to grasp the knob on the door, but it opened swiftly from the other side.
Calliope gasped when she spied Lord Blakely standing there wearing nothing but a pair of wet smallclothes that did little to preserve any sort of modesty. Immediately, her attention was drawn past his waistline.
He leaned one arm against the frame, succeeding only in enhancing his virile physique. “Good morning, my lady,” he murmured huskily.
“I thought…” She cleared her throat and tried again. She had always detested a squeaky voice. “I thought you would be in the water. With your grandfather,” she hastily added.
“I was,” he nodded with a broad grin. “It’s been quite a vigorous day already. He’s taking a break in the other machine at the moment.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Exactly how long have you been here?”
He looked toward the open ceiling and squinted his eyes, as if he were contemplating her question. “About a couple of hours?”
She was confused. “But you said to meet you at nine.”
“Indeed, I did,” he returned unabashedly. “I wanted to ensure that you had the proper amount of beauty sleep. Your maid told me how you generally don’t prefer mornings.”
“I don’t but—” She was cut off when he stepped inside the bathing machine and shut the door behind him. “What are you doing?”
His eyes heated as they slowly traveled up and down her length, pausing on the swell of her bosom. “I thought you might need help undressing.”
She immediately slapped a hand on his chest. Which was quite warm, considering he’d been swimming in a barely tepid sea. “I think I can manage,” she said firmly.
He didn’t budge. “I suppose you’re wearing one of those dastardly Circassian corsets that is all the rage these days. Blasted women’s undergarments. When will those fashion makers realize that it’s what’s under all those layers of useless material that men find so irresistible?”
“I would advise you to keep your distance,” she returned sweetly. “Or else I might be tempted to find a hair pin.”
He put a hand over his heart, directly over where hers had yet to move. “That’s a rather unusual way to gain my attention when all you have to do is appear and I am eagerly in your arms.”
She rolled her eyes, although she couldn’t stop a twitch of her lips. “You’re a ridiculous man.”
“You won’t think so if you give me five minutes alone with you. I guarantee you’ll be begging me to stay.”
Calliope closed her eyes. The desire coursing through her body told her she wouldn’t need five minutes to be convinced. She already was. “Maybe I could allow just one more kiss…”
Her words trailed off on a sigh as he trapped her within the circle of his arms and brought his mouth down on hers.
His cock was already hard, but at the first sweet taste of Calliope’s mouth, he pulsed with increasing vigor to the point of pain. But oh, the sweet pleasure of release.
He broke off when she slid her hand through his small clothes and wrapped her wicked hand around his aching manhood. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now,” he gritted through his teeth.
She lifted a sly brow. “It’s all right if you tease me, but you can’t play your own game?”
He was still trying to form the proper words when she smiled, and then did the unthinkable. She fell to her knees, allowing the water to lap over the tops of her exposed breasts, and replaced her hand with her lips. Sebastian’s head fell back momentarily, the feel of her hot wet mouth sucking his cock was almost too much to bear. He’d had some of London’s most practiced ladybirds please him in the past, but none of them could even compare to the way his body tightened in desperation now.
He forced his focus back down to where she was slowly tormenting him. He watched as his engorged cock disappeared into her beautiful mouth, and then slipped free. Time and again he panted through the exquisite torture, his chest rising and falling with his body’s demands for release. But he didn’t demand that she increase her pace, because he enjoyed watching her explore this new carnal curiosity.
It wasn’t until her pink tongue darted out to lick the tip that he finally had to put a hand on her shoulder with a guttural command. “Stop.”
“Why?” She licked her lips and he had to clench his fists to keep from spilling himself right then. Dear God, but she sorely tested his self-control. “Aren’t you enjoying it?”
“A little too much,” He urged her back to her feet and turned her toward one of the benches. He gathered a fistful of her bathing dress and lifted it high to expose her glistening core. “It’s my turn to drive you mad now.”
