Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Donovan approached next, his gaze still on that intimate area of hers. He tentatively reached out and traced a light path up along her inner thigh. “May I?” he asked, his gaze finally meeting hers.
Portia nodded, giving him permission with a quiet “Yes.”
Donovan’s fingers then made contact again, this time gently tracing the outer folds of her cunny. Portia let out a shivery moan and arched toward his touch. He explored gently, parting her folds to reveal her glistening center. Seeing her arousal laid bare for him brought an appreciative grunt.
Donovan tenderly explored further, tracing the shape of her sensitive nub. Portia let out a sharp gasp and tightened her grip on Nigel, who was still standing close with his arm wrapped around her waist in a steadying hold.
Nigel moved closer to Portia, pressing his body against hers from behind. He bent his head down to whisper in her ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured huskily before trailing kisses down the side of her neck and making her shudder with delight.
At the same time, Donovan continued his exploration of Portia’s quim. He dipped his finger inside her, causing a startled squeal of pleasure to escape from her lips. Donovan smiled up at Portia as he began to move his finger in a slow, rhythmic pattern, exploring her depths with a gentleness that contrasted to the raw lust burning in his eyes.
Portia gasped again as Nigel found her neck with his lips, her body arching back against him as Donovan stroked her inner walls. The sensation of being pleasured by two men at the same time was intoxicating, and she spread her legs farther apart to give Donovan more access.
Nigel moved from her waist to fondle her breasts, pinching and twisting at her nipples, heightening her pleasure to unbearable levels. Lost in a haze of lust and desire, Portia reached out and grabbed Donovan’s hand, guiding him to where she wanted him most.
“Faster,” she moaned into the quiet room. “Donovan…”
Donovan obeyed without hesitation and quickened his pace. He plunged his finger in and out of her with more vigor, stroking deep inside of her and driving her closer to the brink of madness.
The Perils of Portia will continue…
21
Thomas stood at his place at the head of the main table in the large dining hall watching as his guests arrived. He’d already escorted his mother in and helped her to her place opposite him at the head table. His guests were beginning to filter into the space, their voices a soft murmur against the clink of crystal and the rustle of silk gowns. The room, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight from the grand chandelier, was set to impress, with its table impeccably laid out in silver and fine china.
It still felt all wrong to be sitting in his father’s place. Normally he was seated next to his mother, on her right side. But he was the earl now, and once he married, his own countess would take his mother’s spot.
How things were changing. Thomas wasn’t sure if he liked it. And he liked even less the fact that he was going to have to confront Viscount Polk this evening over cigars and brandy.
How could he get the viscount alone?
Goodness, such ridiculousness. This was his estate, his house party. If he wanted to speak to the viscount alone, he damned well would.
Cameron entered, Rose on his arm, and behind them, Lady Clementine, Tricia, and her younger sister, Katrina.
Thomas couldn’t keep his eyes off Tricia. Her dinner attire was beautiful. Thomas cared nothing for ladies’ fashion, but Patricia could be a fashion plate herself. She was a vision in a gown of cornflower blue that offset her fair complexion and onyx hair, which was styled elegantly atop her head, adorned with a few delicate pearls. Thomas felt a subtle shift in the air as she entered, or perhaps it was merely within him. Her presence seemed to draw the light, the room momentarily brighter by her smile. She moved with a grace that belied her youth, her gaze meeting his across the room. In that instant, Thomas was acutely aware of a quickening in his chest, a sensation both unfamiliar and exhilarating.
Rose and Cameron were seated at the earl’s table, but Lady Clementine and her daughters were seated at the next table. Thomas watched as Cameron seated Rose and then took his mother and sisters to the other table and got them seated as well.
Lady Clementine sat next to Katrina at one end of the table, while Tricia was seated at the other, between—
Thomas tried to hide his surprise.
Tricia was seated between Lord Victor Polk and his cousin, Jonathan Jameson.
How odd.
Both Polk and Jameson had danced with her last night.
A dagger of jealousy cut furiously into his heart. Who arranged the seating chart? His mother, of course.