Page 133 of Outrageous

“Good,” he said. “Now take off your breeches—but not your boots,” he added swiftly.

“But—”

“Hush, just do it.”

“This won’t be easy,” she complained, but she moved to the back-facing seat and he heard sounds of compliance.

“Nothing worthwhile is easy, darling. Take you, for example.”

“Ha! You are quite brave for a man tied hand and foot.”

Godric laughed, waiting patiently as he listened to the sounds of struggling, grunting, and the occasional muttered complaint.

“There,” she said, her voice rather breathless. “I’ve got them off.”

Godric groaned at the image. “Tell me what you are wearing,” he ordered gruffly.

“You really are a naughty old man.”

“I know,” he agreed. “Tell me.”

He heard a heavy sigh and then, “I’ve got on my coats, but no breeches or, er, smallclothes.”

He had to swallow repeatedly to clear his flooded mouth. He was a filthy old man.

“And your boots,” he rasped.

“Yes, my boots.”

“Oh God.” He let his head fall back with a painful thunk. “I wish I could see you.”

“I could open the curtains.”

His head whipped up. “Don’t you dare.”

A low, sultry laugh filled the darkened coach.

“Now, untie my ankles.”

“You give a lot of orders for a man bound hand and foot.”

“Be a good girl, and I’ll let you unbutton my breeches when you are done.”

He grinned at the sound of boots scrambling on the chaise floor.

“This would have been a lot more comfortable if I’d done it before taking off my breeches.”

“Mmmm, but I like imagining you just the way you are.”

She gave an unladylike snort of derision, but Godric noticed her fingers worked with remarkable swiftness to loosen the knots.

“There,” she said.

He shifted on the bench seat and spread his feet, flexing his cramped leg muscles before positioning his arse in the middle of the narrow bench seat.

“My fall, Eva, straddle my thighs and unbutton it.”

She had no smart retort for that.