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  He was so involved with other people. All day long they came to him, asking for money or advice or that he should negotiate or plead on their behalf. And, for the truly deserving, he was always generous with his time, influence and funds. He remembered everyone’s name, knew all about their families. He could make anyone believe they were the single most interesting person he had ever met and people adored him for it.

  For a man wealthy enough not to have to engage in a vocation, he stayed remarkably busy, always out to some dinner party or meeting. He was working now on persuading members of Congress to pass the Naval Bill.

  However, in these moments he was completely hers.

  She wanted to swallow him whole but she couldn’t. He was too huge and she hadn’t mastered the art of taking him deep into her throat without the urge to gag. She suspected he was unusually large. But she had never seen any other naked men and had certainly not seen any fully engorged. She had asked him once and he had laughed.

  “Yes, yes, I am. Huge.”

  But then he had laughed again, low and sensual, making her feel that he was merely teasing her over her inexperience. She’d felt too foolish to pursue the issue, so she still didn’t know.

  It didn’t seem to matter. From his reactions, she knew he equally adored every touch and caress of her tongue, lips and hands. How incredible that he should want her when she knew he’d had so many other, more beautiful, more experienced women.

  Salty fluid seeped from him, like nectar on her tongue. She laved the crown then focused on the point beneath that seemed to please him so well. His hands tightened on her head.

  “You’ve got a wicked mouth.” His voice sounded husky above the clatter of the wheels on the street pebbles.

  Yes, it did make her feel very wicked to service him like this in his fine carriage. To be on her knees as they rolled through the city. She laughed deep in her throat with his cock in her mouth.

  “God, oh God.” His hands tightened even more.

  Her blood was raging in her veins; desire tingling in her cunt. Her juices flowed freely. She thirsted for the taste of his seed on her tongue. She wanted to own every part of him. And very soon she would, if only for those brief moments when pleasure consumed him. She laughed again, this time with the joy of the moment, and she redoubled her efforts, working her mouth and her hand.

  “Now,” he breathed. “Oh, God, now.”

  He needn’t have spoken. She felt the surging in his cock and her breathing quickened with her rising excitement. She loved to make him come like this. He groaned. A second later his seed surged into her mouth in fierce jets. She swallowed while trying to maintain her hold over his jerking flesh, trying to milk his every last drop. But his hips bucked and made it hard to do so.

  She fell away from him and laid her head against his nankeen-clad leg, panting from the extent of her recent exertions. He caressed her hair. Several moments passed and she knew he had recovered by the lessening of his laboured breathing.

  “Alex?”

  “Yes?” His voice was languorous.

  “When are we going to be wed?”

  He laughed softly. “What’s the matter, don’t you like the excitement of finding time alone?”

  “Oh, come now, Alex. Tell me when.” She made a fist and hit the inside of his leg. “When?”

  He put his hand on the back of her neck and tightened gently. “Soon, my impatient love, very soon.”

  She resisted the urge to grit her teeth but she was frustrated still. He always said that. Always. ‘Soon’ was fast becoming her most hated word in the English language. All her hot excitement faded. She gave a long and exaggerated sigh and shrugged out from under his touch.

  “Oh, don’t be this way,” he said.

  She ignored him and slid away. She pulled herself up and then tossed herself onto the opposite seat and threw a glare at him.

  “Don’t you trust me?” he asked.

  She traced a seam in the plush velvet seat cushion with a fingertip. “Yes, but I don’t see why we can’t even puff it up some.”

  “If we make a public announcement, everyone, including Aunt Rachel and my cousin Cornelia will expect a grand public wedding with all the celebrations.”

  She inhaled deeply. His widowed cousin Cornelia Hazelwood, at over a half-century old, she was one of the most proper and powerful Philadelphia ladies. Just the memory of those steely, sky-blue eyes was enough to freeze her blood.

  “Do you want that, Emily?”

  “No,” she admitted reluctantly. In fact, the thought of such a lavish spectacle, getting married under the curious eyes of a throng of wealthy, high-placed strangers, made her mouth go dry and her stomach churn. Alex knew so many important people. She was really still a sheltered, shy young woman. Oh, she could handle Alex well enough, that much was true, but she didn’t know how to converse with those who moved in society circles. Not without some heavy fortification from wine. She was going to need to learn how to be a gracious hostess, but the thought of being suddenly thrust into it on her wedding day wasn’t something she relished.

  “Let me work past some things on my agenda and then, when the time is right, you’ll be the first to know.” He smiled and offered her a wink.

  She wasn’t comforted.

  * * * *

  Upon arriving at an inconspicuous boarding house near the Northern Liberties, Emily pulled her hood low over her face and allowed Alex to lead her to his rented rooms. Entering, she inhaled the exotic scent of sandalwood and vanilla from the beeswax candles he kept there.

  Alex’s personal servant, a free black man named Zachariah, had come here before them and lit the fire in the large hearth that opened on to both this sitting room and the bedchamber. Now the tall, thin, quiet man spoke in low tones with Alex.

  Zachariah had been present that first night she’d come here. Thankfully he was discreet, unquestionably loyal to Alex.

  When he’d left, she dropped her dark wine-coloured pelisse onto a wingchair then walked into the bedchamber. No one viewing the nondescript building from the outside could imagine the luxury of the furnishings and plush rugs within. Coming here was always like a naughty, sensual secret. It made her feel like a woman of the world.

  A large mahogany bed hung with crimson velvet dominated the chamber. The sight of it reminded her, as always, of the night she had come here as Alex’s paid doxy and lost her innocence.

  With her grandmother recently dead and the city economically devastated by yellow fever, she’d been desperate for rent money. However she couldn’t have done it with anyone else except Alex. She knew that now. But that night she hadn’t realised what was happening between them. The next morning she had taken her money and fled from him, leaving her heart in his keeping.

  Behind her, Alex’s footfalls whispered on the rug. He brushed her ringlets off her neck and his warm breath tickled her nape. His lips touched her, sending shivers through her. Her nipples beaded and her knees went weak.

  Rising carnal excitement made her forget to be vexed with him over the wedding date issue. Sadly, that was always the case. She was so susceptible to him. Knowing she wasn’t alone, that women of all ages smiled swooningly at his least attention, didn’t make her feel much better about it.

  He tugged on her laces, almost wrenching them. His haste startled her.

  “Don’t break them,” she said.

  He nipped at her neck. “Nymph.”

  He grasped her hips and pressed his groin to her buttocks. His erection throbbed against her and his breath was heavy in her ear. There was an urgency, a harshness to his approach today. He had been like that in the weeks before he had asked her to marry him when he had feared his long-time nemesis, Richard Green, had meant to do her some harm.

  Now something was nettling him again but she knew it would do no good to ask. If he wouldn’t volunteer information on his own, he wouldn’t respond favourably to being questioned. He’d told her there were things about his past he could never share w
ith her. She had accepted this about him, albeit reluctantly.

  Her gown gaped away and, with a few more tugs, fell to the floor. Her petticoats and chemise followed. Being so small breasted, she rarely bothered with stays and so she stood naked except for her stockings and garters. Her nipples pulled themselves into even tighter buds under his appreciative gaze.

  Oh soon, very soon.

  He placed his hands on her bare waist and she knew he was going to pick her up and carry her to the bed. And she wanted to go there, couldn’t wait to feel his body on hers… In fact, she was trembling with the eagerness for him to thrust his hardness within her but she wanted something more.

  “No, no, no.” She laughed and grasped his lapels. “I will not be the only one unclothed.”

  He pulled away and looked down at her, his eyes dark periwinkle and heavy-lidded with desire. “Getting bossy now, are we?”

  “Perhaps.”

  He laughed, hooking a finger into his cravat and tugging the knot free. “You’re going to pay a price for making me wait.”

  “Shall I?” she asked, undoing his waistcoat buttons.

  “Aye, you shall.”

  Her belly fluttered with anticipation. She paused with her fingers on the first button of his fall and looked up at him through her lashes. “Maybe you’ll be the one to pay the price.”

  A tolerant smile spread over his thin yet sensual lips. “Oh, you are definitely getting above yourself lately.”

  He brushed her hands aside and made far quicker work of the buttons than she ever could. If he stripped his clothes off, it was because he wished to and for no other reason. She could sauce him all she wanted but he always remained in control and she wanted it no other way.

  Naked, he was tall, broad-shouldered with a wide, well-muscled chest that tapered into a narrow waist and hips, all covered in a fine dusting of pale gold hair. She never tired of staring at his body.

  He came to her and put his hands on her. This time she didn’t stop him, she let him sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed. He laid her down and her bare skin touched the soft velvet spread. She watched as he bent and retrieved his cravat.

  He returned to her. “If I am naked, your hands are going to be tied. You are not going to rake me up like you did before.”

  She felt her eyes widen. Tie her? He’d never actually tied her before. He’d held her down while fucking her, left her gown halfway down so she couldn’t move her arms, but he’d never outright tied her. A pleasurable chill chased down her spine but still she wasn’t quite sure she ought to let him tie her down. “No, no, I’ll be good.”

  “Will you?”

  She nodded avidly. “Yes, I promise.”

  “I don’t think you can be. Promise or not.” Alex stretched over her, the fine blond hair on his body tickling hers, his powerful, hard-muscled strength pressing her down.

  Her nipples beaded tighter and her cunt overflowed with wetness. She loved to feel him upon her like this. It made her feel utterly vulnerable in a delicious sort of a way.

  He took her wrists and brought them together. Then he wrapped the folded linen around them. Her heart began to beat very fast. He really meant to do it. She sucked in her breath and looked into his face. The desire, the love she saw there made her go weak all over. She trusted him completely. She’d allow this because he wanted it. He rose up and drew her arms above her head and there was slight tugging again. Then he moved back, lowered his head and his lips touched hers, tenderly.

  Instinctively, she tried to touch his head, to stroke his golden hair. Her arms wouldn’t budge. Her heart sped again on a dizzying spiral of beats. She tugged at her hands once more. No luck. He had lashed her to the spindles of the headboard. She was helpless to his will. A rush of panic made her breath quicken and her mouth went completely dry. But she trusted him, so she laughed against his lips at the sudden exhilaration of her body’s responses.

  Alex raised his head then kissed a trail over her throat and collarbone down to her breasts.

  “You have the prettiest little tits.” He kissed her small, pebbled pink nipples one after the other. “And lovely little nipples.”

  He lingered for a time, touching, kissing and tonguing her breasts in skilled ways that brought her unbearable bliss, the reverberations reaching down into her belly and making her cunt contract. She couldn’t keep herself from pulling against her bonds. Now that she couldn’t touch him, she wanted to all the more. His large hands caressed her stomach and hips while he suckled her taut peaks.

  He kissed his way down to place his tongue in her navel. His fingers trailed along the edges of her quim. She caught her breath. Oh, yes, if only he would hurry and stop teasing her. She really didn’t need coaxing. She’d been ready in the carriage and having his cock in her mouth—tasting his seed—had only increased her desire.

  He parted her to expose the tender folds within then lowered his head and traced them with his lips, working his way slowly up to her nub. He flicked it with warm, wet strokes of his tongue.

  He stopped and looked up, his eyes meeting hers.

  “You taste of peaches and warm summer rain,” he said in reverent, husky tones.

  He bent again and took her erect pearl into his mouth and drew on it lightly at first. She whimpered with pleasure and arched her pelvis, seeking greater stimulation. He gave it, suckling on her more firmly. She moaned, her tension rising and rising, her hips bouncing on the bed. Oh, God, he could make her come quickly. It would only take a few more strokes of his clever tongue. The first tugging pull of her orgasm began and she closed her eyes and moaned, waiting for it to wash over her.

  He stopped and the urgent, impending sensation faded away.

  She whimpered and tossed her head. It was so unfair when he did that. She opened her eyes.

  He was staring at her. Not at her face but at her body. Taking his time and letting his gaze move over her slowly. “God, you’re beautiful like this.”

  She thrashed in her bonds. Didn’t he realise she was afire and likely to die from the sheer torment?

  He touched her entrance and slid one finger in. She contracted around it. He withdrew then immediately plunged two fingers in, their way made easy by how very wet she was. The fullness was pure relief. She moaned and rocked her hips. He hooked his fingers and explored along her inner, upper wall until he touched that one special spot that sent hot, honeyed pleasure thrumming through her deepest core. She drew her knees up and pressed her feet to the bed.

  “You like that, my beautiful darling?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, God, yes!”

  He worked his fingers back and forth. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. There was more than one way to come. He’d shown her that. This way was deeper, sweeter. Her body trembled with the impending storm.

  He stopped again.

  She lay gasping and straining in the bonds. “Alex?”

  He blew warm air over her aching heat. Blood surged into her nub, making it more erect than ever. “Please, Alex, please.”

  “When you’re truly ready—not a moment before.”

  “Why must you”—she gasped for breath—“torture me like this?”

  He touched her idly, too lightly to do anything but drive her desire higher. “I have told you before.” He grinned. “Because it pleases my vanity to hear you plead.”

  “One would think your vanity should be satisfied long ere now.”

  “The male vanity knows no limits. You should know this. You were kept far too sheltered.”

  She twisted against the ties on her wrists. “Then you should take pity on me. I am not equipped to deal with men.”

  “Oh, you’re equipped, believe me. You keep me constantly hungering to be buried in your hot, tight depths.” He sank his fingers back in.

  She moaned and closed her eyes. This time the motion of his fingers was too shallow, not strong enough. She wasn’t even close to coming now yet she ached worse than before. A soft wail sounded in her ears.


  He withdrew his fingers. The bed rocked and his thighs brushed hers, urged them apart. Warm silken hardness touched her nub, caressing her oversensitive flesh in slow circles.

  “Alex!” The word was both a plea and a protest.

  He slid to her entrance. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes, yes, God. Please, Alex, please.”

  He pressed down; the head of his cock stretched her. Longing consumed her and she bit on her lip. He entered a slight way. The powerful muscles in his torso were rigid against her, telling her how much he was holding himself back. “Shall I fuck you now?”

  “Yes, please, yes!”

  He sank in swiftly. She cried out. He pulled all the way out then plunged again and she cried out even louder. Her cunt contracted around him and he groaned.

  “You are hot, tight perfection.”

  She wrapped her legs snugly about his waist, squeezing him. “Fuck me. Oh, please, fuck me.”

  He growled low in his throat and then began fucking her almost savagely. Her hips danced frantically to meet his downwards thrusts, their joined bodies making wet noises. His lower pelvis grazed her nub with each movement. Her tension drew tighter and tighter then with her legs, she gripped him harder and her inner walls spasmed over and over and over, releasing torrents of pleasure. She came so hard, so long; she thought she might die of it. She didn’t care. White lights seemed to explode in her mind. She screamed his name.

  * * * *

  Her body still pulsed and ticked at its core as she sponged herself at the washstand behind the screen for delicacy’s sake. The steam coming off the basin of very warm water smelt of gillyflowers and heightened her sense of well-being. She couldn’t wait to fling herself back into Alex’s arms. As she came from behind the screen, he caught her about the waist, his strong arm locking about her like iron. She squealed, the sound high-pitched and echoing in the chamber.

  He kissed her neck, his lips fastening on her sensitive flesh and sucking. Tingles radiated all along her; gooseflesh rose in all directions. Her nipples pulled tight and she laughed with the sensation.