Page 28 of A Lyon’s Lesson

“Ensuring we are not disturbed,” he said, turning the key in the lock and pocketing it.

She smiled as he came back to her and resumed his seat. “Put your feet on my chair,” he said softly, pushing up her skirts. She did, and his hands traveled up her spread thighs, sending warm tendrils of sensation over her skin and making the place between her legs twitch in anticipation. When his fingers found her soft flesh, she whimpered and leaned forward to put her hands on his shoulders as he kissed her mouth while his fingers explored her with gentle strokes that made her whole body vibrate with desire.

His other hand unbuttoned his falls and exposed his erect member. “Come sit on me,” he said softly, lifting her by her waist into position, straddling his lap.

“Can we do it like this?” she gasped, arranging herself over him as his hand held his stiffened member.

“We can indeed. We can do it in all sorts of positions, and I plan to try them all with you.” And he added with a growl, “All over the damned house.” His mouth lipped at her neck as she arched it, letting him guide her body into the right position.

“Oh!” she gasped as her flesh caught and swallowed him. She closed her eyes as she sank down, fully seating him inside her. “Oh, Rick, that is so good!” she whispered.

“You are not wrong, my sweet,” he said with a soft groan. “Your quim is paradise.”

“My what?” she said, breathless with desire.

“Your female bits. Your delicious honey pot!” he said in a gravelly tone.

His filthy language made her body contract around him. She ought to be shocked, but she reveled in it instead.

“Move your hips and pleasure yourself” he instructed. She rolled her hips, and he groaned again, gripping her hips and raising her. “You can ride me, too, as if in a canter, up and down.” He demonstrated by lowering and raising her in his grip. The sensation was incredible, making her whimper with delight, and she moved her knees to get better purchase and imitated his action.

“Yes, Cecey!” he murmured, stroking her back and squeezing her bottom. “Yes, just like that. My Diana.”

“Rick!” she moaned, throwing her head back. “You feel so good.”

“Hmm,” he said, grazing her throat with his teeth, while his hands squeezed her breasts. “Mutual, sweetheart.” Her hips moved faster as she began to chase her pleasure and his voice encouraged her.

“That’s it. Ride me. Use me, Cecey.” he panted. “Oh fuck, yes, your sweet body is the most delicious place on earth!”

She moaned and whimpered and rode him harder, rubbing herself on him, panting with effort, and finding the combination of inner and outer touch the perfect recipe for her pleasure. The exquisite feelings rose and rose into a tight knot of desire and exploded through her body with a loud cry. Shattered, she melted against him panting. “Oh, Rick!”

“Perfect!” he whispered, kissing her neck, her jaw, her mouth. “Fucking perfect!” he whispered. “My turn sweetheart.” His hands firmly gripping her hips as he rose, he deposited her bottom on the edge of the desk and moved the ledgers aside. He kissed her again. “Let me fuck you, Cecey,” he said, pressing her down onto the desk with his hands on her shoulder and hip as he began a rapid thrusting, pushing deep with hard strokes.

She stared up at him, completely swept up in the moment with him, as he pounded into her and pushed her toward a second explosion of pleasure. With his head flung back and his eyes closed, he gave himself to the desire in his body. She ate up that immersion in bliss, watching avidly as the pleasure in his expression tightened the closer he got to his end. Silently, she willed him to reach it and take her with him, feeling a knot of pleasure building in her body as his seemed also to spiral upward with each rasping breath. Their mutual groans and gasps filled the room, and the slam of their bodies caused the desk to rattle. Yes! Yes! She crested the peak with a cry of joy, and he joined her moments later with a grunt, a shudder, and a deep groan of release, collapsing forward onto her body.

“Fuck, Cecey! Yes!” he said, puffing hot breath in her ear. His hands squeezed her hips, and he kissed her, his mouth claiming hers in victory.

Cecelia wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back with fervor. She’d had no clue that such pleasure was possible. Was it the same for him?

Half an hour later over luncheon, Hendrix informed them that the vicar, Mr. Staveley and his wife, had left cards, because of course Cecey had made it clear they weren’t at home to visitors yet, given the state of the house.

“We need to start paying calls,” she said, helping herself to a piece of grilled fish from the platter.

Rick groaned. “I supposed you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right,” she said with a cheeky smile. She was still feeling elated from their encounter on his desk. “If we start with the vicar, I can find out who else we should be calling on, for I’ve no clue who our neighbors are, do you?”

“None,” he admitted cutting into a slice of ham.

“I didn’t want to ask Mrs. Hendrix. She is rather condescending in her attitude, and I’ve upset her enough by insisting that I interview all new servants before she hires them. Which reminds me, you will need to talk to Hendrix about an under butler and footmen, to say nothing of the additional servants we will need to manage the home farm and the gardens.”

Rick regarded her with a startled look. “Another task.” He grimaced. “I can’t say I’m enamored of either servant recruitment or paying calls, but”—he smiled warmly, and Cecey’s heart did a little flip in her chest at his next words—“if my lovely wife desires . . .”

Cecey smiled back and felt a warm rush between them that was as unexpected as it was delightful.

“Well, no time like the present,” he said continued. “I’ve had enough of accounts. What say you we take the hack and visit them this afternoon?”

“That is a splendid idea!” Cecey grinned and raised her glass in toast.