Page 82 of The Notorious Lady

“Yes, just like that,” Ford moaned in pure bliss. “Drench me in your juices.”

As another moan escaped her lips, Ford silenced her with a deep kiss, savoring every sound she made. He held onto her hips firmly, guiding her movements as they both neared their climax.

Grace rode him with determination and utter abandon, her tight grip driving him wild with pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled against her lips. She shuddered with the force of her release and threw her head back, lost in the feeling of ecstasy. Her body pulsed, teasing him, drawing his own orgasm from him. For a moment, Ford lost all control. He let out a deep, guttural sound as his grip tightened on her hips, reaching his release with the ferocity of a storm.

He held onto her tightly as their bodies pulsed with intense pleasure, their breaths heavy and labored as they basked in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

It was only then that it dawned on him.

He’d finished inside her.

Fuck.

* * *

Grace opened her eyes, all the pleasure gone at the realization that he’d finished inside her. Ford’s eyes opened, too, his hold on her hips tightening.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Indeed.” Grace pushed against his shoulders, trying to get off him.

“Don’t wriggle,” he ground out, as he lifted her off his cock. She struggled for a few moments as he helped her off the horse. She ripped off the piece of clothing from the back of the saddle and went to clean herself up by the stream.

She needed to leave him or she’d erupt in anger.

What in the world had happened there? She had never been so careless. She should never have allowed him inside her without the armor or some other sort of protection.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Both of them.

Couldn’t he have controlled himself? He had pulled out easily enough the night before. If he had warned her he was ready to finish, she would have helped him lift her off his cock.

Gah!

Grace cleaned herself between her legs and then took the time to calm down.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, but she would be the one to bear the consequences if, God forbid, there were any consequences.

She was four and thirty. Women her age simply didn’t bear their first child. She wasn’t certain it was even possible.

Certainly, there were women giving birth up to their fortieth year, but their first children were born years earlier.

Why weren’t women bearing children at her age? Was it dangerous? More importantly, did she even want a child?

Grace grimaced. She had never thought she wanted to bring a child into this world. She’d seen too much ugliness. And having a harlot for a mother? That child would be doomed before it was born. She should have been more careful, and so should he.

The sounds of footsteps in her direction alerted her to Ford’s approach before she heard him say, “Are you all right?”

Yes, just a little out of sorts, she prepared to say in her mind, but what came out was completely different. She turned on him, her hair whipping at her face in her fury. “What do you think?”

He flinched. “If I had to guess, I’d say you’re not.”

“We’ve talked about this! I told you that if we were to be together this way, you would have to pull out. You promised you would!”

“I know,” he said through gritted teeth. “And I wanted to; I was just too lost in passion. I am sorry. I will bear any consequences.”