Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 94964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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He beamed, leading her from the room and turning left down the corridor.
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“I would also like to speak with you about helping me to transform the dower house. I feel confident that if anyone can make it a cheerful place, it’s you.”
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“Oh, I would be honored.”
* * *
He gestured for her to precede him up a short flight of stairs and then led her down a darkened narrow corridor. He stopped at a mahogany door and opened it to reveal a long narrow room, the same length as the corridor. The wooden walls were covered with dark blue damask and windows bracketed it on both sides. In equally spaced lines on both walls, hung portraits of Arthur’s relatives.
* * *
She began to walk down, taking them in, noting the repetition of dark-haired, gray-eyed men from generations before. She came to a stop at a picture close to the window. “This is your father?”
* * *
“My grandfather actually.” He laughed. “My father was one member of my family not dark-haired. Here he is.” He turned her to face the other side where a portrait of a blond-haired man hung.
* * *
“Oh!” Janice stared in shock, “What a surprise. Is he some throwback to an ancestor?”
* * *
“Perhaps. But my grandmother, who hails from Prussia, was also blonde-haired.”
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She turned to face him with a smile. “And you simply went back to the norm.”
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“Thank heaven. I would have hated to look like him.”
* * *
She reached out and ran a hand down his arm. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him, and smashed their lips together. They kissed frantically, needily, like Janice had wanted to do since the moment she arrived in his presence.
* * *
“God. I missed you,” he murmured against her lips as he nipped at them and then suckled them greedily into his mouth. She moaned, shuddering in reaction and clinging to him as her knees went weak.
* * *
He cupped her bottom, lifting her up into his arms as she squealed in surprise. Whipping around, he slammed her gently against the wall, their mouths fused together as if they’d been glued. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he ground his hips into her, his arousal apparent.
* * *
She whimpered, remembering the sheer ecstasy of their joining and suddenly unable to wait another minute to do it again.
* * *
“Please,” she moaned, digging her nails into his back. “Please.”
* * *
He began to thrust back and forth as if he was already inside her and they were not separated by too much clothing. Impatiently, she began to push her skirts out of the way, clinging to him one-handed as he loosened his ties.
* * *
Finally, she could feel him against her skin, questing for entry. His shaft found her slit, slipping inside her warm wetness like coming home and they both moaned simultaneously. He scooped up both her legs into his arms so that her knees were almost level with her breasts. Burying his head in her neck, he began to thrust with desperate passion, his warm breath ghosting against her ear and making her shudder as he groaned.
* * *
“Janice, oh my…” he mouthed in her neck before biting her gently. She wondered fleetingly if it would leave a visible mark before throwing her head back to give him more room to lick and suck at her.
* * *
She tried to curtail her cries but every time he drove into her, he lit up every nerve ending in her body, confusing jolts of feeling zoomed helter-skelter through her, causing her finger to tingle and her body to go weak and pliant in his arms.
* * *
“Oh oh oh, oh yes!” he groaned, low and deep. The sound of his voice acted as a trigger, making her shiver and shudder and adding to the load of feeling that was smothering her in desire.
* * *
She clung to him tighter and tighter, her cries growing louder with each thrust even as his rhythm stuttered and grew erratic, veins standing out in his neck and his face flushed a deep red.
* * *
All she could do was urge him on, ask for more, deeper, faster, longer, please! She cupped his head, as he grunted with effort, sweat dripping from his brow as she bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes.
* * *
“Yes yes, just there. Don’t stop. Please.” She whimpered as a familiar feeling began to balloon inside of her, taking over everything, thrusting all other cares away. She reached for it with both hands as it hovered just out of reach. She needed it, wanted it like she’d never wanted anything ever in her life, but she could not quite reach it.
* * *
“Arthur, uh, please I…” she didn’t have the words to articulate her desires.