“Like what? My cheek?”
I gave her cheek a playful peck, laughing. “Silly. No. Your cunny. That beautiful heaven between your legs. I should very much like to kiss it the way I was kissing your mouth.”
“My lady, that cannot possibly be…”
“Be what? Any fun?” I let out a giggle. “I assure you it is wonderful.”
“But why would you want to do that? There are much better places to kiss me.”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” I slid downward on the bed and spread her lovely long legs. Her cunt glistened with nectar, and my own pussy throbbed.
I fingered her delicate folds. I tentatively licked her slit from bottom to top.
“Oh!” She gasped and squeezed her thighs against my face.
“Relax, love.” I pushed her thighs apart again. “You taste like springtime. May I please kiss your beautiful cunny?”
Chapter 10
Evan widened his eyes as he read through the page. Such outrageous titles!
Life Among the She-Devils.
The Libidinous Adventures of Miss Constance Cooke.
Confessions of Lady Prudence.
A House Party at the Estate of Lord and Lady Peacock.
Under each title were a few sentences leaning toward the erotic, though not quite obscene. This was a sample, after all.
And down at the bottom, where it always appeared on work printed at his business, was the seal.
Evan shook his head. Whoever was behind this didn’t get any points for intelligence. Any worker worth his salt who wanted to print something in secret would have removed the seal. This “free sample” had definitely come from his printing house. He shoved the paper back in his pocket and raked his fingers through his hair, which was thankfully clean now. He left the hall and started back toward his hotel.
He would deal with this on the morrow.
* * *
Ally felt tons better the next day. After a hearty breakfast and a walk about the grounds, she retired to her chamber for a long hot soak in the tub. Afterward, she dressed in a pink afternoon gown, descended for a light luncheon with Sophie, and then retired to the front parlor with a thick novel. Just as she was engrossed in a spicy scene, the parlor door opened.
“Lady Alexandra, you have a visitor,” Graves said.
Well, at least it wouldn’t be Mr. Landon. “Who is it, Graves?”
“Mr. Nathan Landon, my lady.”
Her stomach lurched. Had he come to tell her good-bye? That had to be it. Why would he come back here wanting more of her after he had seen her at her absolute worst? Perhaps she should refuse to receive him. That would make it easier. At least she wouldn’t have to listen to his rejection.
“I’m afraid I’m not receiving today, Graves. Tell him to send me a written message, and I shall respond in kind.”
“As you wish, my lady.” Graves left, closing the door behind him.
Ally’s nerves skittered. Goodness, just when she was enjoying a restful afternoon. Sophie had gone to her chamber for an afternoon nap, so Ally was basically alone in the large house but for the servants. She hadn’t seen Evan all day. Perhaps he was in Bath on business.
She looked up as the parlor door opened once again.
“My lady, beg pardon,” Graves said, “but Mr. Landon insists upon seeing you. He is being quite persistent. I thought it best to ask again before I had him thrown out.”