Chapter 16 #2
I WOULD WAIT to the end of time if meant getting to see you standing there dressed like that, Zayne thought as he drank in the sight of their boss woman chef, dressed up like one of the ton ’s most respectable Society ladies.
Yeah, that’s right, he knew the lingo. He’d read the book. In fact, he’d read that book several damn times. When he’d gone to Ethan with a paragraph or two that he thought he might like, Ethan’s desire to give him and Chloé what they wanted had come out to play—and holy hell had he succeeded.
When Zayne had first walked into the living room in costume, he’d expected to find Ethan in much the same getup, but no.
Where he was dressed like some kind of scoundrel, Ethan looked like a distinguished gentleman.
The accessories were a nice touch. The pocket watch, the hat—the whole ensemble made him hard as a rock.
When the door had opened and Chloé stepped inside, he wondered just how in the hell Ethan thought they were going to last long enough to enjoy the dress she’d spent almost an hour getting into.
“Your Grace, we haven’t been waiting long at all,” Ethan said as he clasped his hands behind his back and walked over to stand at the end of the sofa. “Have we, Lord Zayne?”
If his dick hadn’t been half as hard as it was from the sight of these two dressed up in his ultimate fantasy, he might’ve laughed. Lord Zayne?
But, not about to break scene, he got to his feet and took a step forward, holding his hand out to Chloé.
Jesus, she was beautiful. She’d clipped half her hair up and swept the rest of the curls over her shoulder, and the silver and gold gown she wore fit her to perfection.
It hugged her figure like a lover would, and just as he suspected, the neckline showcased her beautiful breasts like two ripe peaches he wanted to taste.
She placed her dainty fingers in his like the elegant duchess she was, and he lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand. As his lips brushed over her warm skin, he felt a shiver run through her, and when he flicked his tongue over the same spot, she gasped.
“Whatever the wait”—Zayne raised his eyes to hers and winked—“it was worth every second.”
A beautiful blush crept up from her chest to her cheeks as he let go of her hand and straightened.
“I see that you got the gift I left for you,” Ethan said. “I must admit, I worried about the measurements. But it seems to fit you quite well.”
Chloé angled her head up a fraction, the pose elegant and haughty all at once. “It does. But you shouldn’t have. It’s not proper for you to be studying my form so closely.”
“We are betrothed.”
“That does not matter.”
“Doesn’t it?” Ethan walked forward and slowly made his way around behind her. “You were hardly worried about propriety when you let me under your skirts last week.”
Chloé’s lips parted in shock as she turned to glare over her shoulder. “How dare you.”
“How dare I ? How dare you , Duchess. It seems you have quite the appetite for sins of the flesh. First me, and then later that same week— him .” Ethan aimed an accusatory look in Zayne’s direction. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out that you’ve been sneaking around with my future wife?”
Oh yeah, he could play the part of the scoundrel real good.
“That’s not how it was. But even if it were, she is not your wife yet. Now, if that’s all, I must take my leave. Arguments of the marital kind bore me.”
Zayne turned on his heel, about to walk out, banking on the fact that Ethan would stop him.
“So, she didn’t go across town last week and meet up with you?”
And there it was. He pivoted back to face the stunning pair.
“And you didn’t pull her skirts up and take her by the window?”
Chloé gasped and her eyes widened, and Zayne’s dick throbbed at the little story Ethan was concocting.
“Well?” Ethan reached for the skirts of her gown and slowly drew them up her leg. “Did you?”
Zayne stepped forward. “That’s enough, Lord Ethan.”
“I don’t think so,” Ethan growled. “She is betrothed to me, and you I won in a hand of poker. If my memory serves correct.”
“You won my services—”
“Same thing. That makes the both of you mine to do with as I please.”
Oh fuck yes. That was so hot. But Zayne wasn’t about to get distracted. “You cheated on that hand.”
“I won that hand fair and square, and since you were playing with money you didn’t have, I’d say my demand for compensation was more than reasonable."
“So now I am to just do as you say?”
“Yes.” Ethan’s tone brooked no argument. “So go and sit down.”
Zayne ground his teeth together as he walked over to the sofa and took a seat.
Chloé’s eyes were glued to his as she stood still as a statue in Ethan’s grip. But the arousal swirling in them told Zayne she was getting off to Ethan’s performance just as much as he was.
“Now, Duchess.” Ethan nipped at her jaw, and she trembled in his arms. “Since you can’t seem to keep away from Lord Zayne, tonight I brought him to you.”
Ethan slipped his hand under her skirt, and from the soft whimper that left her lips, his fingers had found their way between her thighs.
“You can deny it all you want. But he makes you wet, and tonight I’m going to see how.” Ethan removed his hand and gently shoved her forward a step. “Go to him.”
Chloé swallowed, her eyes locked on Zayne as he spread his legs in invitation.
She took in a deep breath and moved across the room until she was standing in front of him, and when he sat up on the edge of the couch and reached for her hips, Ethan said, “Turn around.”
Fuuuck .
Ethan was going to control this whole thing, and something about his claiming the master role, even in a historical role play, was the ultimate turn-on.
Chloé licked her lips, and Zayne nodded. As she turned around, his breath caught at the intricate laces crisscrossing up her beautiful back.
Jesus, the female attire back in the day was like a chastity device all on its own. Hell, by the time he got all of Chloé’s clothes off, his poor cock might just give up.
Then again, anticipation was the biggest tease of all.
“Remember, this isn’t for you,” Ethan said as he took off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the clubman chair that sat opposite them. “It’s for me. Now, since you’re so adept at it, lift her skirts, Lord Zayne.”
Zayne shifted on the seat, trying to find the best position for his aching erection, because God knew the front flap of these breeches was being tested.
He reached for the hem of Chloé’s skirts. They were silky and thick, and as he drew them, and the soft linen shift beneath, up her smooth legs, his heart began to pound as hard as his cock.
As he passed her knees and got halfway up her thighs, Ethan held up a hand.
“Stop.”
Zayne immediately froze.
“Part your legs, Duchess. It’s time to show me your secret.”
Chloé’s breath shook as she took a deep inhale. She widened her stance, and the scent of her arousal immediately hit Zayne’s nose.
“Sit down on Lord Zayne’s lap. Legs on either side of his.”
Chloé shifted the best she could in such a gown, and as she took a seat, the material of her skirts billowed all around him.
Zayne moved it aside the best he could until his fingertips touched soft, smooth skin, and the second they did, a surprised little gasp left her.
Perfect, Zayne thought as he trailed his fingers across the top of her thigh. As he slowly started to slip them in between, Chloé arched back and leaned her head toward him.
“I knew you’d come alive under his touch,” Ethan said, his voice like sandpaper as he walked over and stopped in front of them. “Why wouldn’t you? He’s strong, handsome, and has a devilish tongue. Any respectable person would look at him and wonder what it would be like to have him touch them.”
Holy shit, Ethan was ramping this fuck fantasy up a notch or two. When he reached for his waistcoat and unbuttoned it, Zayne’s dick jerked.
“Are you respectable, Duchess?”
Chloé squirmed on Zayne’s lap, trying to get him to move his fingers. But he wasn’t budging until he was told.
“I asked you a question,” Ethan said as he rolled his sleeves up his forearms. “Are you respectable ?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Hmm.” Ethan leaned down to whisper over the top of her lips, “You won’t be by the end of the night. Lord Zayne? I know you have more skill than this. Your reputation for bed hopping is almost as well known as your debt. Show me how you make Her Grace writhe.”
Zayne’s lips twitched as he began to move his hand again, and as he circled his fingers up under the folds of fabric, he was shocked to find Chloé’s warm, wet body naked for the taking.
Damn, she was open and wide. Before he could stop himself, Zayne slid a finger inside.
Chloé moaned and tossed her head back on his shoulder, and the grunt of approval from Ethan told Zayne that his “skills” were now being appreciated.
Zayne kissed along Chloé’s neck as he started to tease her clit with his thumb. As she started to really move on the two fingers he had inside her, Ethan reached out and gently pulled the neck of her gown down.
“ Ahh ,” Chloé gasped, but did nothing to try to cover herself as Zayne reached up to cup one of her exposed breasts.
Ethan’s eyes were dark as night as the scene he’d set up began to unfold. He reached down and unbuttoned his breeches.
Zayne watched on with a greedy gaze as his fingers worked Chloé into a crazed state of need. And when Ethan pulled his cock free and wrapped a fist around it, Zayne’s dick did its best to punch free of its confines.
A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corners of Ethan’s mouth.
“Well, Your Grace” he said, as he once again looked down to where Zayne’s fingers were fucking their duchess. “Now that I’ve seen your secret, I think it’s time that I share it.”
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