Truce: The Historic Neighbor from Hell, Page 29

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  He shrugged. “I’ll get her with an heir and spare, of course. I don’t mind having her warm my bed when the mood strikes. You have to admit that she is quite beautiful. ”

  “Not really,” Robert muttered. “Ow!”

  “Are you okay?” James asked.

  Robert put his finger in his mouth. “Paper cut,” he muttered. His knee was throbbing. Damn, she was a strong little thing.

  “I hate those,” James said with distaste.

  “So do I,” he said acidly.

  “I still don’t understand why you would settle on her,” he said in a disgusted tone. He needed James to bury himself in front of Elizabeth. It would save him a lot of legwork later. He was not going to simply sit around and allow James to marry his minx.

  * * *

  Oh, she was going to maim the man. He actually had the audacity to talk about her like this? James she didn’t care about, but for Robert to act like she was nothing irritated her. She looked around the small space. Damn it, there was nothing she could do to him here. Well, not true, she did have the knife, but that was a bit much. She looked back at him and smiled. There was something that she could do to make him lose that pompous attitude that he was using at her expense.

  * * *

  Every muscle in his body froze. “What are you doing?” he demanded tightly, admittedly terrified of the minx hiding beneath the desk.

  James looked back from the small sideboard. “Getting a drink. Do you want one?”

  “Please!” he said more to Elizabeth than to James. She had his pants undone and his manhood pulled out. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and sent a silent prayer to God, vowing to turn his life around for good if she didn’t use his knife to unman him. His eyes flew open when she stroked him.

  “Are you okay?” James asked as he placed a glass of whiskey in front of him.

  “Very good, thank you. ” He picked the glass up and gulped it. Nothing in life could have prepared him for this turn of events. He had to keep James in here talking, otherwise his minx might stop and he definitely did not want that.

  “I-I don’t understand, if you find Elizabeth beautiful, why do you need Andrea?” Was it always this hard to talk? He couldn’t remember.

  James laughed knowingly. “I guess you wouldn’t know since you live like a monk up at that estate of yours. I’ll explain with four little words, she uses her mouth. ” He winked and sat back.

  “Really? I’ve never had that done. ” Until now. His hands gripped the desk as Elizabeth decided the idea had merit enough to test it out. Her hot, wet mouth enclosed over the tip of his erection. If he died at this moment, he could honestly say that he’d lived a happy and fulfilling life.

  * * *

  This was different and very exciting. She would never have thought to do this if James hadn’t mentioned it. It was easier than using her hand, which she still used since it was helpful. She decided to make this into a game and see how far she could take it into her mouth to drive him crazy. This should teach him. She hoped he was embarrassing himself at the moment. Unfortunately it was also stirring up that same need that had left her desperate for him that night in the orangery. Robert’s hand came down and gently cupped her cheek, urging her to continue.

  * * *

  James needed to keep talking or he would kill him. “Your wife would probably do that as well,” he said, hoping James would go off on a long explanation while he enjoyed Elizabeth’s ministrations.

  He snorted. “Good luck with that. Women like Elizabeth are frigid in bed. No man wants to remain faithful to that. Can you imagine spending the rest of your life bedding a woman that refuses to remove her nightgown or even move? God it’s boring. She just lies there waiting for you to finish and go to your room. No thanks. I’ll keep my mistresses, whores and lovers. ”

  With great effort he spoke. “So again, why marry Elizabeth? I know she has a small estate, but there are other heiresses out there with more money and land. ”

  James shook his head. “No, I like her. She’s a good girl. She’s beautiful, but I don’t think I have to worry about her cuckolding me. She’s too nice. Plus, I think that story about the small estate is nonsense. ”

  “You don’t think she has any money?” he asked while he caressed her cheek. He lowered himself in the chair to make it easier for her.

  She was wonderful.

  “No, I think quite the opposite in fact. Are you okay?” James asked suddenly.

  His head was resting on one hand while the other was touching her. He looked slumped. “A little headache, why?”

  “You’re sweating and panting a bit,” James said, gesturing to him offhandedly.

  He was getting so close, so unbelievably close. There was no way he would be able to hold back the sounds of his pleasure with James in the room.

  “Have you talked to father? You should go do that. He’d have more information. ” The words rushed out of his mouth. James needed to leave. Now.

  James jumped to his feet. “That’s a good idea. ” He walked to the door. “Get some sleep, man. You look like hell. ” With that he left.

  Robert pushed back from the desk, bringing his minx with him. He had to see, needed to see it. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Elizabeth in a beautiful pearl dress, taking him into her mouth. He dropped his head back, never taking his eyes off her and groaned loudly.

  She needed him so badly. She started whimpering and shifting in front of him. The place between her legs was aching for him.

  “Enough!” He pulled out from her mouth.

  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked as he pulled her up. With one arm, he swept his paperwork and ledgers to the floor. In seconds he had her sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs spread. She leaned back until she was resting on her elbows. Robert pushed her skirts up to her waist.

  His gaze moved to the apex of her legs and he groaned, long and loud. Her dark curls were already slick with her arousal. He sat down in the chair and pulled it towards the desk, preparing for his meal.

  “Robert?” Her voice shook with need and embarrassment.

  He placed his hands on her thighs and gently pushed her legs further apart. “Shh,” he said as he stared at the lovely, plump, pink folds. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

  Elizabeth leaned up further, nervous now from his tone. Her eyes widened in shock as she watched Robert’s head drop between her legs. “What are you…. . oh my…. ” Her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure as she felt the tip of Robert’s hot, wet tongue trace the seam of her slit. She dropped back on her elbows.

  “Mmmm,” Robert growled as he flicked his tongue over the little firm nub down to her center where he got a better taste. This was better than any fantasy he’d ever had. He traced his tongue around her core and then dipped it inside. Within seconds he was rewarded with more liquid as Elizabeth ground her wet slit against his mouth, frantic for release.

  Fingers threaded through his hair, holding him prisoner between her legs. He slid his tongue further inside of her while his thumb rubbed the little swollen nub between her folds. Her moans became frantic as she thrashed beneath him.

  He had to close his eyes and force himself not to come then and there. In a minute, he promised himself. His movements became more urgent as he pushed her over the edge, desperate for her now. Her moans and pants were driving him out of his goddamn mind.