It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t fair. It is what it is, and he might not wish to remind anyone of it.
It’s good to be nervous. It lets you know where you weak points are. Together, we’ll push past your comfort zone until you’re in that beautiful oblivion known as sub space.If I do my job correctly, you’ll be transported into a trance-like state. It’s a euphoric glow, akin to being drunk on wine, I suppose. But what goes up must come down. Just like feeling the effects of a hangover after consuming alcohol, you may feel exhausted, emotional, confused over your role in what just happened, or even physical soreness.
She raises her chin, almost as though she’s acknowledging my words as a challenge. I see.I pause while the waitress clears our dishes from the table, and when we’re alone again, I lean forward and reach under the table. Giving the legs of her chair a tug, I pull her closer. My desire for her has been building all throughout the meal. The need to give her a taste of the fun we’ll have together overwhelms me. My hand finds her thigh and skims the hem of her dress.Macey sucks in a sharp inhale.
Our table in the dimly light restaurant is secluded, but not private, and the secret thrill of being discovered only adds to the sexually intoxicating mood.Pushing my fingers under her dress, I slide my palm against the bare skin of her thigh. Her skin is silky smooth, and her legs part under my touch.
Are you sure you’re ready for this, Pancake? I clip out in a low tone.
She makes a small murmuring sound in the back of her throat, signaling to me that she’s more than ready for whatever I can dish up.We don’t? Cecily asked.
No, and as you are completely free of obligations, you may go over each day to oversee his care. Mrs. Royle paused. Er, if that is what Lord Chatteris wishes.Of course, Mother, Cecily said, but she looked embarrassed.
And do give him my regards, Mrs. Royle continued.Honoria hurried down the steps to wait for the carriage to be brought around.