Free My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) by Ann Mayburn

her and gave her a small bow.
    “Ms. Harmony, I presume?” He had the same English accent as Bryan but a little stuffier and very formal.
    She smiled and gave him a small wave. “Yes, that’s me.”
    “Please do come in. Lord Sutherfield will be down in a few moments and has asked if you would wait for him in the Green Room.”
    “Of course.”
    She walked past him and let out a soft sigh at the sight of the foyer of this grand home. All dark wood and sixteen-foot ceilings with muted artwork on the walls. To the left the sliding doors opened onto a parlor, and to the right, a study. The furniture was either period or excellent reproductions, and she wandered over to look at the carvings on the staircase railing.
    “This house is lovely.”
    “Thank you, Ms. Harmony. My name is Lawrence. May I get you some light refreshments or a spot of something to eat?”
    “No, thank you.”
    “If you will please follow me, I’ll take you to the Green Room to wait for Lord Sutherfield.”
    She followed Lawrence through a long hall and into a lovely room that must have been a trophy room at one point. It had the huge, open walls suitable for mounted heads, something a man of means in those days would have had. Now it held a staggering array of stunning Impressionists’ artwork. The green silk wallpaper and thick green oriental carpets explained the name of the room, and a green onyx fireplace sat against the far wall.
    Moving in a daze, recognizing some of the pieces from her studies and travels, she almost bumped into one of the couches and laughed. “Oh my.”
    This wasn’t a room. It was a museum.
    Lawrence’s chest puffed with pride. Having grown up in wealth, she was accustomed to having servants, and her maid was also one of her best friends. Lawrence had the feel of a family servant about him, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t been with Bryan since his birth. Wouldn’t be unusual among the British elite.
    “Oh my indeed. This is but a portion of Lord Sutherfield’s collection. He inherited many of these pieces from his grandparents but also bought quite a few of them. He has a great eye for beauty.”
    Taking her time, she examined a painting to her left. It depicted a woman brushing out her long, beautifully rendered red hair. Her back was to the viewer, and her hair pulled up over her head as she brushed, exposing the smooth line of her spine and plump buttocks. Her pose was very similar to the one Bryan had made her hold at Wicked while doing marvelously arousing things to her breasts.
    “Degas?”
    “Ah, it appears you know your art, Ms. Harmony.”
    “I used to travel a great deal. Something would capture my imagination, and I’d be on the next plane out, reading about the subject as I flew to whatever destination struck me.”
    She let out a long sigh, wishing she could sit on a plane long enough for overseas flights. Oh, she could take a private jet, but that was too expensive to hop around the world like she used to. Besides, she had no one to travel with her. She had plenty of friends, but she wanted something more. A lot more.
    And Bryan was going to help her get it.
    Speak of the devil, Bryan’s sinful voice washed over her in a caress of warmth, making her whole body tingle. “Where was the first place you went?”
    Lawrence stepped over to the side and bowed, giving Kira a small smile before he left and shut the door behind himself. She wanted to run up and cover Bryan in kisses, but a sudden onslaught of shyness struck her. Turning around, she pretended to look at a Cézanne instead of drooling over him in a pair of black slacks and white button-down shirt. Currently the top two buttons were undone, showing a nice, muscled chest. Her body gave a hard throb, and desire soaked her panties.
    “The first place I went was Africa.”
    “Really? What part?”
    “Kenya.”
    Once again the feeling of the electricity passing between them alerted her to his presence. He reached around