Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Like it wasn’t scandalous for him to be in her room as she sat in a bath. Like no one would say anything if they were discovered with his fingers deep in her pussy, kissing her like he owned her, heart, body, and soul.
Even though he did.
“Fuck, baby. The way you moan my name makes me want to claim you in a way that will make you never want another man.”
She had already crossed that threshold.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he kept their foreheads touching. “Tell me you know this, Fyre. You are my woman and I am going to claim you. For all fucking time.”
“It is—”
He thrust his fingers deep and her protest gave way to the gasp of pleasure that poured from her.
“Mine,” he growled, curving his fingers just so to hit that spot in her that tumbled her over the ledge and into blissful oblivion.
Knock knock.
“Fyre. Open up. It is Elonne.”
Panic flared but Phillip didn’t even remove his fingers from her slit. No, the infuriating man continued to pump them, waylaying her thoughts.
“One moment, Elonne. I am just getting out of the bath.”
“Hurry.” His snapped response earned a growl from the man who touched her body with such reverence and hunger.
“You have to stop,” she whispered. “And hide.”
“Stand up then.”
Her eyes grew round. “You are here.”
His smile made her toes curl. “I am, and if you do not want Elonne to see us like this, you should probably stand up and get in a robe.”
“Phillip, please.”
“Fine,” he groused, thrusting deep once more before pulling his hand from between her legs. He didn’t leave but held the robe for her to step into.
After Phillip planted another mind-blanking kiss on her, she tied the robe’s sash and went to the door, opening it to find her brother there and the man who had turned her weak gone from the room behind her.
“We have to talk.” Elonne tried to walk into the room.
Fyre countered, “I am not dressed, Elonne. Brother or not, you can do me the courtesy of waiting until I put on my clothing.”
He scowled. “You really were bathing?”
She rolled her eyes and swung the door open for him to see the tub. “Yes. Now give me a moment to dress.” She closed the door on him and turned back around, hoping that the earl would be there again. He was not.
Chapter Eighteen
Phillip leaned against a tree and watched the women and children enjoying a game of croquet. So much so a few of the husbands had begun venturing over to join in. This was the third day of the party.
He had his staff keeping an eye and an ear out for anything that would be considered discontent among those there. He had made his stance clear and he would not hesitate to toss someone if they were rude to another because of race.
“Good afternoon, Lord Edais.”
He glanced to his left and hid his irritation, which never failed to surface the moment he spied Miss Asherford crossing the ground to his side.
Offering her a little bow, he returned, “Miss Asherford.”
Her light blue dress was one of the finest here but honestly, it wasn’t the dress he cared about. The one he was keeping an eye out for was lavender, and covered the body of a woman he could not stop thinking about.
Last night, after the evening meal, she had joined those gathered in the room and had gone over numbers. A few of those there had been offended at first when they’d discovered she had been there to talk that very thing she was so good at. Until the people she worked for had spoken up on her behalf. Phillip’s chest had swelled with pride as he’d watched a roomful of business-minded people, men mostly, who were set in their ways, listen to the woman he would have by his side. Even Caulfield and her brother Elonne had not been able to speak against her.
“Are you not participating in the games?”
She offered him her hand and he took it, assisting her in the final few steps to his side. Then he released her immediately.
“I do not think I am cut out for this game,” she said, fingers glancing over her chest.
“Some of the others are inside playing cards. Perhaps that is more your speed.”
“Oh, I misspoke. I am not too old to play this, just feel like there are other things I could be doing to work up a sweat. If you catch my meaning.”
He’d caught it since he’d met her.
Holding her gaze, he tipped his hat before pushing away from the tree. “I fear you are looking in the wrong place for that. I am not interested, Miss Asherford.” He began walking off. “Enjoy your afternoon.”
Elonne was out there with his children. He and Mr. Tennemin were talking as the children had abandoned croquet and made up games with their own rules. The adults continued to play with them. He didn’t see Cara, but he did see Albie Caulfield.