What he did not expect was for her to push him around. Surprisingly strong, she pushed him onto his back on the bed. The mattress was hardly comfortable, but Anthony had slept on worse. His eyebrows rose as she swiftly undid the placket at the front of his pants, freeing his half-hard cock.
Only half-hard because—despite her nakedness—the situation and shouting from downstairs did not lend itself to arousal.
Nor did the heavy tread of boots in the hall.
The woman glanced over her shoulder, her hand still around his cock, which was causing the member to rapidly thicken and grow.
“Blast.” She uttered the word before quickly climbing onto the bed, knees on either side of his body.
Anthony’s eyes widened as he realized what she meant to do. He’d thought they would pretend, but the woman sank down onto his cock, the wet heat of her body engulfing him, and Anthony groaned. His hands, which had moved up as if to stop her, closed over her breasts. They were partially confined by her corset, but that hardly mattered. Feeling the softness of her flesh, he dipped his fingers into the top to find her hardened nipples. She shuddered as she impaled herself, then rose again, bouncing on his cock and riding him with a swiftness that took his breath away.
Which was how the soldiers found them when they burst through the door.
PartTwo
Evie
The sound of wood splintering behind her, Evie shrieked, even though she’d been expecting it.
The sight that met the soldier’s eyes was exactly what she’d intended—a gentleman and a whore, too involved in their physical pleasure to have noticed what happening on the lower floor. They were hardly the only ones, going by the shrieks and shouts she heard coming from the other rooms.
For one brief moment, as she’d felt the captain’s cock sliding into her, she’d actually forgotten the incoming threat, which added verisimilitude to her performance.
She’d carefully staged the tableau so the soldiers got a good glimpse of her bottom and the captain’s cock stuffed into her quim as soon as they came through the door. She was counting on them being far more interested in looking atthatthan at his face or the contents of the fireplace.
The cravat was burning merrily, but the evidence remained if one looked closely.
Evie wanted to be sure no one looked until the evidence was gone.
Turning her head and her upper torso, she kept bouncing on the captain’s cock as she widened her eyes at the sight of soldiers in the door. Two of them had actually come into the room, and one of them was standing in the hall. All three of them were watching her rise and fall, their gazes intent on her buttocks.
She allowed her pace to slow, sinking down on the captain until he was fully embedded inside her, trying not to think about how good he felt.
“What is it? What is happening?”
“Apologies… I… we…” the young soldier in the front stammered.
“Get out. Can’t you see we’re busy in here?” the captain snarled, his hands moving from her breasts down to her hips. Evie moaned and wriggled atop him, rising and falling slightly, though not to the degree she had before.
The third soldier, the one in the doorway, coughed and muttered something.
“Apologies. Please, do go on.” The soldiers retreated, pulling the door shut behind them. Only then did Evie sigh with relief, going up on her knees.
Her eyes widened when the captain’s fingers tightened on her hips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The words came out in a low growl, far too low for anyone beyond the door to hear it, if they were even listening.
Despite her attraction to the man, Evie narrowed her eyes. Not even her uncle, the Spymaster to the Crown, succeeded in ordering her about. She was not about to let a near-stranger do so—regardless of their current… intimate circumstances.
“This was to save your life.” She waved her hand between the two of them. “Not for… pleasure.”
If she had thought of another way to divert suspicion from him, she would have. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Even if someone remembered him from earlier, they would hardly suspect a man who was balls deep in a ladybird when he was a spy who had an important meeting.
The captain’s dark eyes were intent on hers, one eyebrow raising as if to question her intelligence.
“And if they return to find we have already ended our activities?” Before Evie could react or respond, the captain lifted his hips up, lifting her up as well, and he rolled.
With his greater weight and strength, not to mention his cock still filling her, there was little Evie could do to counter him. She ended up on her back, breathlessly staring up at him, with his hands pinning her wrists on either side of her head. A thrill unlike any she’d ever felt rushing through her, she clenched around his cock as her body responded to being overset.