Free Taken By The Well-Endowed Lord (Historical Smut With A Side Of Story) by Diana Quippley

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    The bell hanging atop the
door jingled slightly as she pushed it open, making her way through the
threshold. A sweet, aromatic scent greeted her nose. A kind of sugary heaven,
as she would later describe it.
     
    Anna walked inside, noting
the countless jars and bottles and containers of various honeys. That was the
store, in fact. A honey shop – supposedly one of the best around. All home-made
or imported from secret, special locations from all over the world. It looked
quite fanciful, she thought. Some were bright yellows, while others were dark,
golden browns, and still others somewhere in between. Sunlight shined in
through the front windows, giving the entire store a wonderful appearance of
sweetness and magic.
     
    She turned in circles,
round and round, eyeing over the various wares – all so perfect and
tantalizing. Her heart was bursting with excitement at the prospect of working
in such a place. That pretty, sweet girl had never felt so overjoyed. She put a
hand on her tight, toned belly and continued to walk rearward, still entranced
by the countless shades of color all around. How delightful it was to witness
all this! Her own stores had never had anything of the sort!
     
    “Oof!” Anna wheezed, just
as she collided with something on her round backside, squishing against that
sumptuous ass.
     
    Clumsy girl! She
thought. The nervous virgin had been too fixated on the honey to remember to
watch where she was going.
     
    “Oh do pardon me, miss...
dreadfully sorry about that – I didn't know you would keep backing up,” said a
manly voice to her rear.
     
    The strength and power of
the voice immediately removed Anna from her fanciful state. There was such
virility and charm to the sound. She could scarcely turn around out of fright
and embarrassment. But, whatever she bumped into had felt incredibly sturdy and
well muscled. It warranted a glimpse at least, didn't it?
     
    “Umm,” she said quietly,
just beginning to spin her taut body to the side. “Sorry there.”
     
    And here, young Anna found
herself face to chest as it were – with an imposing, athletic man. She could
see his well-developed chest through the tight shirt, as her eyes ran out to
peek at the bulging biceps and muscular forearms. Not to mention those boulder
shoulders. The deep-voiced white gentleman was attractive, to say the least.
Handsome and beefy. The kind of herculean physique Anna had always read about
in her romance stories – only now, she was right in the presence of one.
     
    The bewildered woman's
mouth drew open in shock, unable to speak or react. She simply felt her lip
begin to quiver, as those flapping butterflies took flight in her sinking
stomach.
     
    “No need to apologize,
miss. It was really my fault. I should have said something,” the sexy stranger
smiled.
     
    Then it appeared, at least
to those with a trained eye, that the man took a quick look down at Anna's
exposed cleavage. Those bountiful, inviting breasts quite befitting of a
tempting lass. Her tight dress did wonderful things to enhance the appeal of
them.
     
    “Well, I uh...” Anna
sputtered, still awe-struck by his perfection.
     
    “Might I help you with
anything?” He asked at last, breaking the silence with that honey voice of his.
     
    “H-h-help me?” She
blathered, completely forgetting where she was or why she had arrived.
     
    “Yes, are you looking for
some honey today?”
     
    “Oh...” the nervous girl
nodded – only just now beginning to recall her mission. “Yes, umm I'm not sure
if you could... I'm here to deliver a parcel?”
     
    She phrased it as a question,
as if unsure this hulking figure with a smile hot enough to melt steel could
actually be employed in such a place.
     
    “The package! Of
course!” The man shouted. “Yes, of course! I've been on the lookout for just
the thing. But... I could not fathom that they would send anyone so attractive
to step through my door.”
     
    The compliment about
buckled