Chapter 20
Robert watched his man of business ride off down the private road. He had already rung the bell and asked them to summon Lucy to his office. Some of the boys were out with the gardener learning the trade. It was a good idea. There was a shortage of good gardeners, especially in town. Perhaps they could find the older boys some employment in London or Leeds or York.
A light knock on the door made him turn and summon her in.
Lucy looked the picture of innocence in her white muslin gown. No one would believe she was the instigator the previous morning. The one who had moved down his body to take his prick in her mouth and suck him until he found oblivion. Devil take it, he was getting hard just thinking about it. And she was biting the lower of those plush lips right now.
“You wanted to see me, My Lord.” She curtseyed, and he waved away the gesture. He had left her alone last night to recover from his attentions but now he wanted her with everything he had.
“Yes, I have your money for you. Can I ask why you want it?”
“I shall pay you back.”
“That is not what I asked.”
“I am a grown woman.”
“I am well aware. Please stop hovering at the door and come here. And lock the damned door.”
“There is no need to curse like a sailor, My Lord.”
She walked over and he pulled her against him and spoke in her ear.
“There is no need to talk like you hardly know me and have not had my prick in your mouth… twice.”
“My Lord!”
“God damn it Lucy. Stop driving me insane with your titles and your prissy behaviour one minute, then the next minute bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm with your mouth. Tell me something, if I were to make love to you now, would you refuse me?”
Lucy licked her lips and then slowly—oh so slowly, shook her head.
He kissed her neck and shoulder and enjoyed the feel of her shuddering in his arms.
“Would you want to tell me to stop?”
“No. But Robbie…”
“Mmm?”
He was lifting her gown and under skirts. He wanted to feel if she was wet. This was going to be hard and fast. She needed to know the affect she had on him. She had to know that just her mere presence turned his prick to stone.
“It is daytime.”
“I can do this quickly.”
“Shall it not hurt if you do it quickly?”
“Turn, put your hands on the desk.”
She did as she was told, and he lifted her skirts up her back. Sliding his hand around to her front, he slid his fingers into her folds. She rocked immediately against them, her wetness easing his way.
“You are already aroused. Were you aroused at the thought of coming to see me, my love?”
“I…” He unbuttoned the fall of his breeches with his freehand and released his prick. When he bent it forward and pressed it between her thighs so it rubbed against her folds, they groaned in unison.
“I was aroused at the thought of seeing you,” he admitted. “Then when you stood in the doorway, biting your lip, looking all innocent and seductive, I swear I nearly released in my breeches. Lean forward love. I shall test you with my fingers and see if you are ready. You feel ready.” She did. He had no doubts she was ready, but he wanted to reassure her. As he moved the hand that was toying with her pearl back around her body, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. It must have fallen from the pocket of her gown. He would remember to give it to her later. For now, he had other things to concern himself with. Like her warm, welcoming channel which would fit his prick just perfectly. He pressed one then two fingers inside and she started to move. Robert chuckled.
“Not so quickly my love. You are not to have my fingers today. He withdrew the digits, gave them a quick suck then positioned his cock at her entrance. “Ready?”
“Please, Robert.”
He obliged, sliding home without any problems.
Robert slid his hand back round to massage her pearl. He would make certain she found her peak before he did. He marvelled as she widened her stance and rose on tiptoe to meet him. She was naturally sensual—naturally able to read her own body and work out how to find her pleasure. A perfect complement to him. He was deeper inside her as he slid his second hand onto her breast. Even through layers of clothing, he could feel the tight bud of her nipple. He stepped up the pace.
“Oh Robbie. That’s so good. Ple-e-e-ease.”
He leaned over and lifted her up into almost a standing position. The angle was exquisite. He groaned into her ear.
“Come off for me, my darling. Let go.” She placed her hand over his, causing him to press hard on her pearl as she writhed in his embrace. She was beautiful, with her hair falling out of the knot at the nape of her neck, her skin glistening with perspiration and her breasts heaving with exertion and desire.
As her internal muscles began to pulse around his cock, a familiar tingle in his spine told him he had to leave her body now or suffer the dire consequences. He withdrew, almost dropping her onto the desk. As he spent himself on her soft, white arse, he ground his teeth, as much in irritation at himself for his almost loss of control as with the pleasure wrung out of him by the woman flopped on the desk.
“Christ, Lucy, I am sorry. I… it happened so suddenly and I had to withdraw. We would not want any consequences.”
Lucy seemed to bristle. As she flipped her skirt down over the evidence of their coupling and her pretty bare backside. As she turned and started to straighten her hair she gave him a look that was unreadable.
“No, My Lord. We would not want consequences.”
What the devil did that mean?
“Lucy, you have not agreed to marry me yet.”
“No, My Lord, and I never shall.”
“But…”
“I shall need the money on May Day.”
“The day of the festival.”
“Indeed.”
After rebuttoning the fall of his breeches, he walked around to his own side of his desk and ran his hand through his hair. He would never understand women. She’d been begging him to make her come off just seconds ago, then he’d made an innocuous point which he was sure she would agree with were she being rational, and now, somehow, he had managed to offend her.
“Fine. It shall be ready for this secret project. I hope you are not doing anything illegal, Lucy. You would come to me if you were in trouble, would you not?”
She stiffened, and her jaw seemed to harden slightly as if she were being very determined.
“No, My Lord. I am not in trouble. I am a single lady who must fend for herself. I do not need a gentleman to deal with things for me.”
She turned on her heel and marched out of the room and he wished he could keep his mouth shut. But he could not help it. Just as she opened the door the words came flying out of his mouth as if on wings “Unless you need money. You cannot hold your own bank account, Miss Butterworth. It seems you need me for money.”
Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. All he saw was a fluttering of muslin and all he heard was a loud bang.
“Shut the door on your way out, Miss Butterworth, if you do not mind, that is,” he said into the quiet room.
Damn, he thought he may have upset her.