Free Vauxhall Vixen by Cindy Lee Page B

why—” He suddenly remembered the items he had brought with him tonight. “I beg your pardon, Vivian. I had forgotten my plans for this evening in my concern for your safety.” He lifted his satchel. “I have a request, my dear. I have obtained a lady’s gown with simple front fastenings in a size for you. There is also a shawl for warmth.”
    “I too have a costume which I trust will alter me into a gentleman of mystery. I would like to offer you, Vivian, the woman of my dreams, my enchanting Vixen, a chance to change roles and to enjoy some of your own fantasies with me in this garden tonight,” David gave her a warm smile as he held the parcel out for her inspection.
    Vivian stood still and made no move to touch the satchel. She quickly studied the handsome gentleman before her who had become so dear to her in such a short time. And now he was offering to fulfill her fantasies this evening. How very lucky a woman she was!
    “I eagerly accept your invitation, my lord. But should I inform Clifford that I do not require his escort to my lodgings this evening?”
    “There is no need, my dear. I spoke with Mr. Boots at his post outside the gardens. I assured him that I would see you safely home,” David explained, grinning down at her.
    “It appears that I am free to indulge myself and to comply with your request. Please, David, advise me where in the garden I should meet you.”
    It was determined that Vivian should meet David behind the last archway on the South Walk a short distance away. Few people ever ventured that far down the path. Taking the garments David had procured for her, she retraced her steps to the retiring room.
    Several minutes later, Vivian emerged carrying her gown and veil in one hand. She swiftly strode to the end of the pathway. As she approached the final archway, she heard the crunching sound of gravel. Vivian paused to listen more carefully to the sounds around her. The fireworks were no longer on display. She could hear faint sounds of music and laughter coming from the direction of the supper boxes. Most of the revelers seemed to have retreated to that portion of the garden.
    Suddenly Vivian realized that her face was no longer covered. In her hurry to change her clothing, she had paid no attention to this detail. Certainly it was evening and dark but David would be able to clearly discern her features.
    “Vivian, come to me.”
    She heard his voice and slowly turned toward the sound. What she saw made her gasp with pleasure and surprise. David was standing with his back braced against the archway. He was wearing shiny black Hessian boots and black breeches. Above, he was attired in a snowy white shirt which was opened slightly to reveal his firm chest. He wore a heavy coat with several capes draped across his shoulders. Over his face, he wore a black mask. Only his eyes and mouth were visible. His dark hair was loose, sweeping in a soft, satiny arc to fall enticingly forward as he moved.
    “You are making my imagination go wild, my lord,” she whispered softly as she became aware of her rapidly increasing heartbeat. Vivian’s garments slipped from her hand and fell unheeded to the ground. She slowly walked up to David and raised her gloved hand to gently stroke his bottom lip. “Are you pleased with my appearance?” Vivian asked shyly, unable to stop herself.
    “My pleasure is almost beyond words, my dear,” David replied gruffly. He keenly studied her face—the high cheekbones, small straight nose, wide eyes framed by thick, dark lashes and the luscious, full lips. An ample quantity of dark, silken hair was pulled back at her nape. He pulled her into his arms. “You should be able to discern the evidence of my satisfaction momentarily, Vivian.”
    As she snuggled closer to him, Vivian could feel David’s cock harden and become enlarged as it settled against the front of her gown tantalizingly near to her crotch. She lifted her face for a kiss and wrapped her hands around