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the steps of most ladies, nor do I desire to
do so. All my life, I have been dictated what to do and say, and now at the
first opportunity of discovering what exactly my life would be like after leaving
my family, I think not. Please, show me. I want to know what is so fascinating
and sinful about the carnal acts between a man and woman.”
    Emily
climbed into bed next to him, her hand caressing the curves of his well-defined
jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. His skin was smooth and bristled when her
fingers ever so gently brushed against the hairs on his chest. “I think this
moment proves I have no desire to give in to regular and proper decorum. You,
my lord, are a walking sin. I beg of you, show me how to pleasure you. I want
to learn.”
    He
grimaced and shook his head.
    “Please.”
    His
member twitched beside her, and she turned to see the purplish crown of
his…his… What did those novels call it? A cock.
    “You
realize what this means for you, Emily. If we are caught, you may not have a
choice in what happens next. And as it stands, I am already at my threshold for
what I can handle where you are concerned.”
    What in the world does he mean?
    He
sat up and leaned into her. His cheeks flushed, and he held a gaze of hunger, equivalent
to a beggar seeing a sweet roll for the first time in months. His hand rose to
slide her shift off one shoulder. “Darling, show me how beautiful those breasts
of yours look. I have been dying to know what they taste like,” he murmured.
    Without
hesitation, Emily untied the ribbon holding the front of her shift together. Her
breasts spilled over, and he greedily went to work caressing them. His hands
were soft to the touch, yet hard when he squeezed. He bent down and took one of
her nipples into his mouth. The sensation rocked her. The familiar wetness from
earlier suddenly pooled between her thighs once again. She whimpered as he
sucked sharp and fondled her other breast.
    “Please,
my lord, allow me to pleasure you.”
    “Is
that what you desire, love? If it is, then there is no going back. If we are
caught, you should know I will be expected to do the honorable thing and marry
you. You might even end up a wealthy widow, as the duke may have me hung for
this.”
    “I
only want you,” she admitted haphazardly as her hands rested on his head,
twisting his hair into loose curls.
    He
removed one of his hands from her and guided her own to the thickness that lie
in wait between his legs. He closed his hand around hers, and gently showed her
how to pump along his length. His skin glistened with sweat, and he closed his
eyes, moaning. She was drawn to his masculine scent and reveled how there was
nothing more intoxicating.
    Emily
followed his instruction and kept at it until he pulled her close and gripped
her long hair. “Do not stop, sweetheart. I am just about there.”
    She
continued to slide her palm underneath his, her own heart racing with each passing
second. The thought someone could walk in on them at any given moment worried
her, but at the same time excited her beyond reason. So what if my
brother, mother, or a servant walks in? His lordship brings out the devil in me.
    All
her antics in school could not compare to the world of trouble she would face
for this scandalous, sinful education of hers. Purgatory would surely be her
resting place for certain, but as long as Lord Avonlea went with her, she would
not mind her punishment.
    “Emily,
do not stop!”
    Before
she could bat a lash, his lordship grunted. She was sure her brother’s wing of
the manor heard their foolishness. A wet and sticky substance dribbled down her
hand, and the earl exhaled loudly, collapsing back onto the bed. Soon the only
sound in the room was his heavy breathing.
    “Lord
Avonlea, are you well?”
    “Perfect,”
he mumbled as he slipped her shift farther down to her waist. “I could not be
better, now that you are in my arms, my sweet.”
    He did not just call me his sweet, did he?