the kitchen.
This mindless eating hadn’t happened in a while. She’d
thought she’d left it behind.
Sarah boiled fresh water and took the dried chamomile out of
the cupboard for a soothing cup of tea.
But even the hot beverage couldn’t chase away the chill deep
inside her. She hunched over in an attempt to feel warm and strong again.
Archer, blazingly hot behind her. Warren, pleasuring her
with his mouth. The two of them together pushing her past all boundaries and
rules.
Her eyes slid closed. No matter what else happened, no one
would ever be able to take those memories from her.
And she wanted more.
Sarah’s eyes sprang open and she checked the small
wristwatch. She’d told the coachman to pick her up twenty minutes away from her
house. If she wanted to be on time she’d have to get ready soon.
She sat up straighter, tingles spreading across her body at
the thought of seeing them again, at the pleasure they would visit upon her.
But above all else, the knowledge she didn’t have to plan the next twenty steps
ahead. She trusted them to take care of her.
To keep her safe.
Every muscle in her body softened as she remembered how safe
and protected she’d felt in their presence.
What would it be like to be with them openly and forever?
For a moment Sarah froze completely. Joy and excitement
swirled through her. But then her father’s and Kemmer’s images floated through
her mind. She jumped to her feet and hurried into the entranceway to pull on
her boots.
She couldn’t allow herself to dream like that. No matter how
advanced science had grown and how magical it appeared, magic still didn’t
exist. Her exposure to men was limited, but she had read books and observed the
male of the species whenever she had the opportunity. Beatrice had more
opportunity to meet men, as her mother wanted her to marry well. And Beatrice
had always said men rarely denied themselves anything they wanted.
Sarah had been right before them.
Naked.
With everything on display.
Chances were they couldn’t help but respond. All her life
she’d been told she wasn’t pretty enough to entice a man and now suddenly two
dashing and handsome bachelors wanted her?
Sarah wasn’t familiar with Warren, but Archer’s exploits
with the other sex were well talked about. And none of the women he’d been seen
with had ever looked like her.
She might wish for forever, but it would never come. She
would squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of this dalliance. When it came to an
end she would cherish the memories.
But she would protect her heart, no matter what she had to
do.
With that resolution dominating her thoughts, she shoved her
dreams and hopes into the deepest, darkest corner of her mind, so far down she
could barely remember them.
Sex was all she wanted. All she would allow.
Sarah drew her coat from the wardrobe, put it on along with
her hat and gloves. Ice spread through her chest.
Her heart would not become involved. She smiled. Under no
circumstances.
Chapter Seven
Archer drummed his fingers on the desk, forcing his gaze to
stay on the papers before him and not wander off to the clock on the wall.
Chances were only a minute or two had passed since the last time he had
checked. It wasn’t as if they’d agreed on an actual time for her arrival
anyway. She’d only said she’d come later.
The speed of his tapping fingers increased. The words before
him blurred and his mind wandered back, reliving the pleasure of having her in
his arms, of bringing out the passion inside her.
His cock swelled.
And the sight of Warren pleasuring her with his mouth.
He wanted him to do it again while he thrust deep inside her
from behind. The clasp of her tight cunt with the occasional lick from Warren
would drive him crazy.
Warren had been magnificent last night. Archer leaned back
in his chair, his eyes dropping closed as he remembered his lover’s torture.
The featherlight touches, the teasing kisses, followed by his
This mindless eating hadn’t happened in a while. She’d
thought she’d left it behind.
Sarah boiled fresh water and took the dried chamomile out of
the cupboard for a soothing cup of tea.
But even the hot beverage couldn’t chase away the chill deep
inside her. She hunched over in an attempt to feel warm and strong again.
Archer, blazingly hot behind her. Warren, pleasuring her
with his mouth. The two of them together pushing her past all boundaries and
rules.
Her eyes slid closed. No matter what else happened, no one
would ever be able to take those memories from her.
And she wanted more.
Sarah’s eyes sprang open and she checked the small
wristwatch. She’d told the coachman to pick her up twenty minutes away from her
house. If she wanted to be on time she’d have to get ready soon.
She sat up straighter, tingles spreading across her body at
the thought of seeing them again, at the pleasure they would visit upon her.
But above all else, the knowledge she didn’t have to plan the next twenty steps
ahead. She trusted them to take care of her.
To keep her safe.
Every muscle in her body softened as she remembered how safe
and protected she’d felt in their presence.
What would it be like to be with them openly and forever?
For a moment Sarah froze completely. Joy and excitement
swirled through her. But then her father’s and Kemmer’s images floated through
her mind. She jumped to her feet and hurried into the entranceway to pull on
her boots.
She couldn’t allow herself to dream like that. No matter how
advanced science had grown and how magical it appeared, magic still didn’t
exist. Her exposure to men was limited, but she had read books and observed the
male of the species whenever she had the opportunity. Beatrice had more
opportunity to meet men, as her mother wanted her to marry well. And Beatrice
had always said men rarely denied themselves anything they wanted.
Sarah had been right before them.
Naked.
With everything on display.
Chances were they couldn’t help but respond. All her life
she’d been told she wasn’t pretty enough to entice a man and now suddenly two
dashing and handsome bachelors wanted her?
Sarah wasn’t familiar with Warren, but Archer’s exploits
with the other sex were well talked about. And none of the women he’d been seen
with had ever looked like her.
She might wish for forever, but it would never come. She
would squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of this dalliance. When it came to an
end she would cherish the memories.
But she would protect her heart, no matter what she had to
do.
With that resolution dominating her thoughts, she shoved her
dreams and hopes into the deepest, darkest corner of her mind, so far down she
could barely remember them.
Sex was all she wanted. All she would allow.
Sarah drew her coat from the wardrobe, put it on along with
her hat and gloves. Ice spread through her chest.
Her heart would not become involved. She smiled. Under no
circumstances.
Chapter Seven
Archer drummed his fingers on the desk, forcing his gaze to
stay on the papers before him and not wander off to the clock on the wall.
Chances were only a minute or two had passed since the last time he had
checked. It wasn’t as if they’d agreed on an actual time for her arrival
anyway. She’d only said she’d come later.
The speed of his tapping fingers increased. The words before
him blurred and his mind wandered back, reliving the pleasure of having her in
his arms, of bringing out the passion inside her.
His cock swelled.
And the sight of Warren pleasuring her with his mouth.
He wanted him to do it again while he thrust deep inside her
from behind. The clasp of her tight cunt with the occasional lick from Warren
would drive him crazy.
Warren had been magnificent last night. Archer leaned back
in his chair, his eyes dropping closed as he remembered his lover’s torture.
The featherlight touches, the teasing kisses, followed by his
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