Free Seducing Anne by Lynch Marti, Chanse Lowell, Shenani Whatagans

stack of reeds as she flew above him, and he made sure to take what he could—sliding her body down his each time he had to allow gravity to pull her back down to earth.
    “Exquisite—you are a most enchanting creature. You continually move me. No wonder the king is seething over my attentions on you.”
    “I think it is you moving me, sir.” She grinned, failing to mention the king.
    His heart rate spiked. Was she in the same place as he was—no longer caring all that much what the king thought of either of them or this budding relationship?
    Guy spun her around and inhaled deeply of her floral scent before launching her in the air again.
    Before long, Henry was charging at them from across the hall.
    “Your admirer comes calling, but never worry. I will not allow him to taint what is most becoming on you—your innocence.” Guy took her straight through the dancers, behind to the kitchen, and they were out in the back gardens before Henry had reached them.
    “Why are we here?” she asked, gasping for breath after the quick pace he set.
    “You tell me,” he replied, picking her up and carrying her at an even quicker pace.
    “He likes the chase. You forget he is the great hunter—insatiable when it comes to tracking his prey.” She wrapped her hands around his neck.
    “Yes, but he has never hunted the likes of me.” He marched out of the gardens and almost took a spill as he headed toward the stables.
    She sighed. “You turned this into a game he cannot resist, good sir.”
    “I thought that was your aim. Was I mistaken?” He leaned down and nuzzled his lips into her hair, taking another deep whiff. Mother of God, did she have to smell so delectable?
    It wasn’t a kiss, though, so this was allowed. Another deep inhale and his head was buzzing.
    “No, not mistaken, but you are overzealous. Maybe tempering yourself and finding a slower pace might suit the game better,” she said like a question, though it was clear she did not want him to answer.
    “If you trust me to be the man to stir his lusts to epic heights, then that means you also have to trust me to do this my way. I will not lead you astray. I have a whip—I know how to use it. And if that bastard tries to take what is mine in this moment, then he will see that I can do more than knock a ring out of a woman’s hand.”
    She chuckled. “When you are found without a head, I shall deny I ever gave you my whip. That is all I can promise you.”
    “You can promise me that you will continue to please me, because thus far you are doing a superior job.” He wanted to kiss her so badly, but it was imperative she do it first. She had to submit. He would never take her against her will.
    And this woman had a will the likes he’d never seen before.
    “I am still in want of a horse, so tonight, we use yours again, but not your palfrey. Do tell me you have a destrier,” he said, jerking his head toward the stables. A few feet more and they’d be there.
    “Of course I do. Harry insisted. He rides it when we go hawking together.” She searched his face.
    Was she waiting for a jealous tirade?
    “Well, at least he got one thing right. A man needs a good strong steed to hunt and to hide. And I am thankful for it.”
    She pointed at the horse once they were inside the stable.
    “He will be sorely vexed at me over this. You steal me away.”
    He set her down. “I cannot steal what was offered to me. You gave your consent to be mine for the time being—correct?”
    She nodded with her eyes still examining him and her lips pursed.
    “Then, get you atop my noble steed, little lavender. I have a need to ride with you nestled up against me.”
    Her face morphed into a naughty smile. “You have a need ?” Her eyes darkened and went heavy.
    “Good Lord, woman—I have so many needs around you, it is a sickness that cannot be helped.”
    “I can help remedy it,” she said, hopping as he helped her onto the horse.
    “Do not tempt me, little girl. I have