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He gave her an amused smile. “They sometimes serve a purpose during bed sport.”
“Really?” She touched the waving fronds. They were soft, and made her palm feel ticklish. She flushed, imagining what Nick might do with feathers.
He approached and ran his hands lightly down her arms. “Why don’t you have another glass of champagne?”
Once again, Alice slipped from his grasp.
Not yet,the nervous little voice in her mind urged. Not just yet. You need time to compose yourself.
“What are these?” she asked with puzzlement, indicating the two iron rings mounted on the wall.
“Tour’s over, Dimples,” he growled.
“Why is this wall padded?” She pushed her palm against the cushioned wall behind the rings, which looked like the padding on a divan. “What do you do here specifically?”
He stalked across the room and backed her against the wall.
He pushed her hands over her head and captured both her wrists in one hand.
“Specifically... I bind women with silken wrist restraints which are then threaded through these rings embedded in my wall. Then I pleasure them. It’s not my specialty, but I cater to most desires.”
Padded walls.Alice eyed the section of wall that looked like it should be the seat of a sofa. Whoever heard of such a thing? There was nothing about padded walls or wrist restraints in the Kama Sutra.
Although there were some rather perplexing descriptions of the marks lovers should make upon each other’s bodies with nails and teeth.
Alice wondered if that was something Nick liked his courtesans to do.
She regarded her nails. They were short because she kept them clipped with scissors so they didn’t catch on the parchment or impede the progress of her quill.
“Why would anyone want you to bind their wrists?” Alice asked, shocked by the idea.
He pushed her wrists higher, pinning her back against the padding with the length of his body.
“Some ladies beg for it.” His breath was hot on her neck, and his eyes, when he lifted them, shimmered with streaks of silver. “And I always give ladies what they want.”
Alice had momentarily forgotten that she was a Lady Rake, and not at all easily shocked.
“I’m sure you do,” she purred. “Maybe I’ll ask you to bind me later.”
Abruptly, he dropped her wrists and stepped away. “You don’t need any of this.” He waved toward the rings and the padding. “Simple is sometimes better. These pleasures are for people whose tastes have grown jaded. Not for you, Alice.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re a sweet little innocent and you’re making me feel like the big bad wolf.”
“Sweet little innocent?” Alice huffed. “Don’t patronize me.”
“You’re not sweet?”
“I’m not that innocent.”
The silver of his eyes intensified. “Are you telling me you’ve had a man?”
“What? No!”
She’d been referring to the knowledge she’d gleaned from translating the Kama Sutra. And from her married best friends and her scandalous Aunt Sarah.
“Well then, there’s a first time for everything, Dimples.” He held out his hand. “And that time is now.”
