Free 9781618858467ASinfulEducationPimentel by Layna Pimentel

had retired early into his
chambers at the end of this wing. She had quietly followed earlier to learn
where she would find him and carry on their discussion from earlier.
    Thoughts
of her scandalous questions and her mind wandering to what a nude Lord Avonlea looked
like, suddenly stirred an unfamiliar feeling in her belly. Dampness settled
between her thighs. Even her nipples had stiffened to hard peaks beneath her
cotton shift.
    How
would he perceive her after tonight? Would he deem her the most incorrigible
female ever bestowed upon London? Or, would he call her a minx and throw her
out of his room? Her only desire was to learn, to educate herself in the ways
of pleasure for when her time came to be a wife. To become a wife in name was
not an option, nor did she want to play second fiddle to another woman. Yet,
the truth be told, Emily desired to get closer with the earl.
    Suddenly,
the image forever engrained upon her mind of a woman’s mouth wrapped around a
manhood seemed more of a challenge. The kind of challenge that would certainly
scandalize any respectable female. But she desired to know the intricacies of
said intimate moments. Perhaps Charles would find it as pleasurable. Emily
shook her head and pulled off her covers.
    She
rose from the bed and put on her slippers and robe. Using the utmost
discretion, she opted to leave behind the candlestick and left her room in the
dark, knowing all too well it was only the two of them in this side of the
house.
    Emily
gently closed her chamber door and swept down the hall, pausing outside of his room.
The glow of the fireplace danced across the floor under the door, but all was
silent. Perhaps he was reading from the privacy of the curtained platform bed
or standing in the window, basking in the view the west side of the manor
offered.
    She
quietly opened his door and closed it behind her.
    No
one stirred, nor made a sound.
    She
took a step forward, parting her lips to call for him.
    A
soft moan caught her attention and uncertainty crept up her spine. She should
not have proceeded, but went on to appease her curiosity. Stealing further into
the room, she paused in the corner.
    She
caught sight of his lordship through the break of the curtains. Charle’s eyes were closed, chest exposed as his hand moved
beneath the sheet barely covering his waist. Lord, he’s a sight to
watch, but what exactly is he doing?
    Emily
moved closer, but could not make head or tails of his motions. That is, until
he called out, “Emily.”
    He
moaned then kicked off his sheets.
    Good
heavens, the sight of him was impressive. Dark, curly hair dusted his chest.
His muscles so refined that the creases begged her to touch them. Dampness
settled between her thighs again. What the hell is wrong with me? Did
he just moan out my name?
    She
could see clearly now as he stroked his manhood.
    Emily
gasped and stepped back, bumping into a chair. Drats !
    Avonlea
opened his eyes.
    She
lost all sense of what she had stumbled upon. She should not have been there, no
matter how glorious or how beautiful he looked with his eyes closed, or how
impressive his body appeared. She would land straight in purgatory for this sin
and many others, but she stood at the edge of the platform still.
    Charles
reached for the sheet to cover himself, as he should, but Emily could not help
but feel disappointed at the act of modesty. “You should not be here, young
lady. What sort of devil are you, for sneaking upon a bachelor’s room as such?”
    She
pulled away the curtain and smiled upon the shocked earl. “I know this is
thoroughly improper, my lord. But please do not let my presence stop you. I
want to learn.”
    He paled
and choked at her demand. “Emily, you know not of what you ask. Your virtue is
at risk, and your brother would challenge me. Never mind what the duke would
say or do if he found out.”
    “Sir,
my lord, I care not for the dictates of proper decorum. You of all people
should know that I do not follow