The Marquees Makes His Move (The Four Horsemen Fall...In Love #3)
Prologue
THE WIDOW , LADY GWENDOLYNConway, licked her lips as she raised her head, sat on her knees, then dropped over on her hip. John gave her a blank stare. She was a beauty. Buxom. Shapely. Had wealth. This had been a relationship based strictly on sexual satisfaction. At least until it was not. “Jonathan, this is a complete waste of time. What the hell is wrong? Are you not attracted to me anymore?”
John propped up with his back on the headboard. “Damnit, Gwen. What the deuce? I’m here, am I not?” John moved his legs away from her and threw them over the side of the bed. He shook his head as he looked down at the Axminster rug, attempting to understand. Gwen reached for his hand as he stood, but he was in no mood for more of her expounding on the subject. John walked over to the commode, picked up the pitcher, and poured water into the bowl. He dipped his hands into the water and washed it over his face and neck. He raised his head and stared at himself in the mirror with disgust.
She stayed on the bed, sitting on her rump with her knees tucked behind her. “I don’t want you to worry about it. I heard it happens to men as they get...older.”
2 MINA VALENTIN
He looked down at his cock. Flaccid. You are not doing me any favor here!
“Let me try again, Jonathan. I hate to think that big cock of yours is no longer interested in me.”
He leaned his hands on the edge of the commode as he looked over at her. “I think not. I refuse to continue the humiliation.” Get her out of your head.
Gwen lightly patted the bed. “At least come back to bed with me. I have missed you, John. I feel you have avoided me for weeks. Have you found a new lover?” It is this beautiful Stevencia. How could he be so infatuated with a woman he had yet to meet? Was she all he wanted? To be with her. Be on her. Be in her. Christ – This is sad. I have yet to meet her. It mattered very little. He knew she would be beautiful. Shapely. Fit perfectly to his body. Damn, if I get a cockstand now, she will want me to perform.
“No! I am not involved with anyone else, and I have not been avoiding you. I have been busy. It has nothing to do with you.”
She gave him a smirk. “Yes, Jonathan, I am most deznitely aware.”
He caught the insinuation. He settled onto the divan and slipped on his stockings. His gaqe deliberately avoided hers. As he stood to slip on his trousers, he shook his head. She gave an exaggerated huff, stood and snatched up her lacey, sheer robe, then slammed her hands through the sleeves.
As John raised his hands over his head to slip his shirt on, Gwen turned to admire his sinewed chest. She had shared her bed with many lovers, but he had the most gorgeous physiMue and the biggest cock. She put her hands on his chest as he was pulling his shirt down. “John, you are one of the most handsome men in Town. I wish you would stay a little longer. We could play chess.” She laid her hands on his chest and looked up at him, batting those eyes and looking coy. That sort of enticement never had an effect on him.
“Gwen, I am going to leave. We both know you are a lousy chess player.” He gingerly removed her hands from his chest and reached down to put on his waistcoat.
“Yes, but I love losing. We can have so much fun.”
There was a knock on her bedchamber door. “Who is knocking on my bedchamber door when I have given strict orders to leave us alone?!” She screamed. The real Gwen, he thought.
“Py lady, there is a gentleman here to see Lord Herbert. He says it is urgent.” Gwen walked over and opened the door.
“Who is it?” she demanded.
“A Lord Addams.” Her butler had just a hint of fear in those old eyes.
“…lease tell him I will be right down.” He slipped on his topcoat. Sat down and slipped on his boots. “Gwen, I must go. It must be most important.” Her gaqe was zxed on his.
“I’m sure she is, Lord Herbert.” Her eyes stayed focused while her voice dripped with sarcasm.
John studied her face for a moment. “I apologiqe. I – IGoodbye, Gwen.”