Chapter 17
Elizabeth shifted and moved closer to the opening to listen. The desk was so thick that it muffled some of what was being said. She pushed between Robert’s legs and waited. He spread his legs for her automatically so that she could sit more comfortably.
“Did you ask Elizabeth yet?” Robert asked and she swore that she could feel the tension in his body.
James chuckled. “No, I’ve asked her father and he approved. All that’s left is to ask the lady herself.”
“Do you love her?” Robert asked. He had to know.
James laughed harder at that. “No! Can you imagine? I don’t even love my mistress!”
Robert had to stop himself from wincing. She was digging her nails into his legs. He reached down and gently pushed her hands off his legs quickly, hoping that James hadn’t noticed the movement.
“If she says yes, are you going to quit your mistress?” Robert asked, more for her sake than his.
James chuckled. “Very funny. Give up Andrea? You’re crazy. I had to wait out three other men to get her. No, I’ll keep her on the side.”
“What about Elizabeth?” Robert asked. Elizabeth was wondering that as well. Not that she was going through with it. She wasn’t. James was like a brother to her now. It would simply be too disturbing to marry him.
He shrugged. “I’ll get her with an heir and spare, of course. I don’t mind having her warm my bed when the mood strikes. You have to admit that she is quite beautiful.”
“Not really,” Robert muttered. “Ow!”
“Are you all right?” James asked.
Robert put his finger in his mouth. “Paper cut,” he muttered. His knee was throbbing. Damn, she was a strong little thing.
“I hate those,” James said with distaste.
“So do I,” Robert said acidly.
“I still don’t understand why you would settle on her,” Robert said. He needed James to bury himself in front of Elizabeth. It would save him a lot of legwork later. He was not going to simply sit around and allow James to marry his minx.
Oh, she was going to maim the man. He actually had the audacity to talk about her like this?
James, she didn’t care about, but for Robert to act like she was nothing irritated her.
She looked around the small space. Damn it, there was nothing she could do to him here.
Well, not true, she did have the knife, but that was a bit much.
She looked back at him and smiled. There was something that she could do to make him lose that pompous attitude that he was using at her expense.
Every muscle in his body froze. “What are you doing?” Robert demanded tightly, admittedly terrified of the minx hiding beneath the desk.
James looked back from the small sideboard. “Getting a drink. Do you want one?”
“Please!” Robert said more to Elizabeth than to James.
She had his pants undone and his manhood pulled out.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds and sent a silent prayer to God, vowing to turn his life around for good if she didn’t use his knife to unman him.
His eyes flew open when she stroked him.
“Are you all right?” James asked as he placed a glass of whiskey in front of him.
“Very good, thank you.” He picked the glass up and gulped it. Nothing in life could have prepared him for this turn of events. He had to keep James in here talking otherwise his minx might stop and he definitely did not want her to stop.
“I-I don’t understand. If you find Elizabeth beautiful, why do you need Andrea?” Had it always been this difficult to talk?
He couldn’t remember.
James laughed knowingly. “I guess you wouldn’t know since you live like a monk up at that estate of yours. I’ll explain with four little words, she uses her mouth.” He winked and sat back.
“Really? I’ve never had that done.” Until now. His hands gripped the desk as Elizabeth decided the idea had merit enough to test it out. Her hot, wet mouth closed over the tip of his erection. If he died at this moment, Robert could honestly say that he’d lived a happy and fulfilling life.
Elizabeth would never have thought to do this if James hadn’t mentioned it.
It was easier than using her hand, which she still used since it was helpful.
She decided to make this into a game and see how far she could take him into her mouth to drive him crazy.
This should teach him. She hoped he was embarrassing himself.
Unfortunately, it was also stirring up that same need that had left her desperate for him that night in the orangery.
Robert’s hand came down and gently cupped her cheek, urging her to continue.
James needed to keep talking or he would kill him. “Your wife would probably do that as well,” Robert said, hoping James would go off on a long explanation while he enjoyed Elizabeth’s ministrations.
He snorted. “Good luck with that. Women like Elizabeth are frigid in bed. No man wants to remain faithful to that. Can you imagine spending the rest of your life bedding a woman that refuses to remove her nightgown or even move? God, it’s boring.
She just lies there waiting for you to finish and go to your room.
No thanks. I’ll keep my mistresses, whores, and lovers. ”
With great effort, Robert spoke. “So again, why marry Elizabeth? I know she has a small estate, but there are other heiresses out there with more money and land.”
James shook his head. “No, I like her. She’s a good girl. She’s beautiful, but I don’t think I’ll have to worry about her cuckolding me. She’s too nice. Plus, I think that story about the small estate is nonsense.”
“You don’t think she has any money?” Robert asked while he caressed her cheek. He lowered himself in the chair to make it easier for her.
She was wonderful.
“No, I think quite the opposite, in fact. Are you all right?” James asked suddenly.
His head was resting on one hand while the other was touching her. He looked slumped. “A little headache, why?”
“You’re sweating and panting a bit,” James said, gesturing to him offhandedly.
He was getting so close, so unbelievably close. There was no way he would be able to hold back the sounds of his pleasure with James in the room.
“Have you talked to father? You should go do that. He’d have more information.” The words rushed out of his mouth. James needed to leave.
Now.
James jumped to his feet. “That’s a good idea.” He walked to the door. “Get some sleep, man. You look like hell.” With that, he left.
Robert pushed back from the desk, bringing his minx with him. He had to see, needed to see it. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Elizabeth in a beautiful pearl dress, taking him in her mouth. He dropped his head back, never taking his eyes off her and groaned loudly.
She needed him so badly. She started whimpering and shifting in front of him. The place between her legs was aching for him.
“Enough!” He pulled out from her mouth.
“Did I do something wrong?” Elizabeth asked as he pulled her up. With one arm, he swept his paperwork and ledgers to the floor. In seconds, he had her sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs spread. She leaned back until she was resting on her elbows. Robert pushed her skirts up to her waist.
His gaze moved to the apex of her legs and he groaned, long and loud. Her dark curls were already slick with her arousal. He sat down in the chair and pulled it towards the desk, preparing for his meal.
“Robert?” Her voice shook with need and embarrassment.
He placed his hands on her thighs and gently pushed her legs further apart. “Shh,” Robert said as he stared at the lovely, plump, pink folds. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
Elizabeth leaned up further, his tone making her nervous.
Her eyes widened in shock as she watched Robert’s head drop between her legs.
“What are you…oh, my…” Her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure as she felt the tip of Robert’s hot, wet tongue trace the seam of her slit. She dropped back on her elbows.
“Mmmm,” Robert growled as he flicked his tongue over the little firm nub down to her center, where he got a better taste.
This was better than any fantasy he’d ever had.
He traced his tongue around her core and then dipped it inside.
Within seconds, he was rewarded with fresh liquid as Elizabeth ground her wet slit against his mouth, frantic for release.
Fingers threaded through his hair, holding him prisoner between her legs. He slid his tongue further inside her while his thumb rubbed the little swollen nub between her folds. Her moans became frantic as she thrashed beneath him.
He had to close his eyes and force himself not to come then and there. In a minute, he promised himself. His movements became more urgent as he pushed her over the edge, desperate for her now. Her moans were driving him out of his goddamn mind.
Even knowing that the door wasn’t locked and that they could be caught at any moment wasn’t going to stop him.
For over a month, his body had been in agonizing turmoil, desperate to be with her again.
Day and night, he had to fight the urge to hunt her down, pin her against the wall and take her.
He fought it every single day. The nights were the worst as he held her in his arms, but somehow, he managed to allow himself the gift of simply holding her.
Now, he didn’t care. He had to have her.
There was nothing on this earth that was going to stop him from taking her again.
It would take every footman in this house to tear him off her and even then, he would fight to get back to her.
Right now, he was back with his minx from the orangery and nothing else mattered.
She clasped a hand over her mouth and screamed his name.
A loud moan tore from Robert’s throat at the sound of his name ripped from her beautiful lips.
While her orgasm was still tearing through her body, he stood and pushed himself inside her, past her throbbing walls and began thrusting, knowing that he was not going to last very long.
Their eyes locked hungrily. Robert licked the last drop of her arousal from his lips in a sensual move. Elizabeth found herself responding by pushing herself up until she was sitting with her legs and arms wrapped around him.
Robert wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her and dropping his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. Her hands slid up, gripping his hair in her fists as she returned his kiss.
The memory of that night did not do her justice. She was so wet and hot for him, not to mention incredibly tight. This was heaven. He could feel her starting to throb around him. He quickened his pace while his mouth moved to her throat, kissing and licking her skin, loving the way she whimpered.
She turned her head, burying her face in his shoulder as she called out his name. That, and the feeling of her hot, wet, and unbearably tight sheath milking his cock was enough to drive him insane, but it was his name on her lips that was his undoing.
“Minx! Oh, God, Elizabeth!” Robert groaned loudly.