Free The Theft of a Dukedom by Lyndsey Norton Page B

a little more discreet,
Charles.’ She muttered as he forced her forward and
held onto her as they went down the front steps.
‘It’s not really necessary, when my own father
tells me you’re a good fuck!’ Charles mumbled and
signalled for the coach. The plain Landau jerked to a
standstill and the footman opened the door. Charles
handed Constance inside and said ‘St. James’s Street,
and make it snappy!’
‘Yes, My Lord.’ The footman said and helped
Charles into the carriage.
‘I should be annoyed with you.’ Constance said.
‘But I’m not.’ She sighed. ‘I was sorry to hear about
Robin, though. He was such an excellent lover.’
‘Was he as good as my father?’ Charles asked
evenly.
She looked at him sharply in the dim light and
then sighed again. ‘Actually, no. Your father was
exquisite and I was so sore I could hardly walk the next
day.’
‘So I’ve something to prove then.’
‘Not with me. I already know what you’re
capable of.’ She smiled lasciviously.
‘Ah! But four years is a long time, and I’ve been
busy in the fleshpots of Portugal and Spain!’ he said
jovially.
The coach ride seemed interminable, but Charles
could hear by the clip of the hooves that the horses
were nearly galloping as they went down Bond Street.
They slowed for the cross roads at St. James’s Street
and Constance had to grab the strap to keep her seat.
‘Number 23.’ Constance said.
Charles rapped on the roof and shouted the
number. There was a clatter of hooves as the horses
skidded to a halt and they could hear the driver urging
the horses to move backwards.
Eventually the footman opened the door and
helped them out. ‘Wait for me.’ Charles ordered and
followed Constance up the steps.
It’s amazing how fast I can actually move when I
have to! He thought as he limped along with her
through the front door. Nobody was waiting for them.
‘Don’t you have a butler or something?’ he
asked surprised.
‘No. I have a housekeeper.’ Constance said and
turned to look down at his leg. ‘Can you manage the
stairs?’
‘I can if I don’t rush.’ He said and limped to the
wide staircase. In the end Constance wedged her
shoulder under his arm and helped take the weight off
his bad leg. By the time they reached the bedroom all
they could do was collapse onto the bed.
‘Let me take your jacket.’ She said evenly, picked
up his cane and took it to the dresser. She pulled out
the chair and as Charles handed over his jacket, she
draped it over the back of the chair.
‘Well! Where would you like to begin?’ she
asked and smiled.
‘A brandy first, I think.’ She poured him one and
he sat on the bed and sipped the aromatic spirit. ‘Now
you can strip for me.’
Constance reached up and pulled the pins from
her raven hair and it cascaded down her back like ink.
She walked towards him and lifted her leg, placing her
foot on the bed. ‘I think you should help.’ She
murmured as she reached for the hooks of her gown.
Charles stroked his hand up her leg until he saw the
garter, then he slowly pulled the ribbon open and
slipped the silk stocking down until it gathered around
her ankle. She placed her other foot on the bed and he
did the same thing.
She walked away from him and let the dress
puddle on the carpet. Slowly she removed her slippers
and the stockings. She smiled at him as she held the
ribbon of her chemise. ‘Are you sure you wouldn’t
rather do this?’ she asked as she walked forward again.
Charles drained the brandy and lobbed the glass over
his shoulder onto the bed. He gently took the ribbon in
his teeth and pulled, using his fingers to open the front
wide, as her breasts bounced into his hands. He held the
supple weight of them, as he abraded his thumbs over
the nipples, making them erect and sensitive. He slowly
slid his hands up her body and pushed the chemise over
her shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. He smiled
as her voluptuous body was revealed. He brought his
hands back to her