His Study in Scandal by Megan Frampton

Author:Megan Frampton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2023-05-23T00:00:00+00:00

Alexandra didn’t feel anything she would have supposed she’d feel when standing nearly naked in front of a gentleman who was not her husband.

Actually, her late husband had never seen her like this either. When he’d come to her bed, she’d already been in it, wearing night rails that he just shoved up while he did what he came there for.

Her body was that of a forty-year-old woman; her belly was soft and rounded, from having Harriet and, in the past two years, having three biscuits at tea. She would have thought, then, that she would feel shame, or awkwardness, or embarrassment.

She felt none of those things.

Instead, she felt confident, and desirable, and natural.

That last one was the most surprising.

It felt right to be here with him, nearly unclothed. Even though she wasn’t thinking about doing anything salacious with him.

At least, not that much.

She put her hands on his shoulders, him standing still for her ministrations. It made her feel powerful, that he was allowing her to undress him.

Of course she knew he could take care of it himself—it wasn’t as though gentlemen’s clothing was as difficult to maneuver as ladies’—but she wanted to do something of an equal exchange for him.

“I like you touching me,” he said, his voice low and rumbly. She slid his jacket off his arms, then took it and laid it over the back of one of the chairs.

“I like touching you,” she replied, meeting his gaze.

Her fingers undid his cravat, and then there was his bare throat. Strong, and delicious-looking.

She leaned forward to nuzzle him there, pleased again that they were nearly of a height.

She felt him swallow, and she chuckled against his skin. “I’ve barely started,” she murmured.

“And I don’t want you to ever stop,” he said.

His hands were by his sides, still not touching her, as though he was waiting for her permission.

Perhaps he was.

“You can touch me, you know,” she said.

“Is that what you want?” he asked.

She drew back and put her fingers to the buttons of his shirt.

“Maybe not just yet,” she said.

He arched a brow. “Making me wait is an exquisite torture,” he said.

“Is it?” she asked, her tone innocent.

“You know it is, minx,” he replied.

“And here I thought you thought I was an angel.” She moved in closer to yank his shirt from his trousers, then slid her palms flat against his belly.

His lips curled into a slow, sensual smile. “Both can be true.”

She knew that now. She owned that now.

She slid her hands up, her fingernails raking against his skin as he held his breath. She heard him inhale sharply as her fingernails brushed against his nipples.

“Too much?” she said, drawing back a step.

“No,” he said, his voice ragged. “No. Keep going.”

She tugged on the shirt, drawing it over his head, then laid it on top of his jacket.

He stood in his trousers and boots, and she frowned down at the latter.

“I suppose you should sit so I can take those off,” she said.

He claimed the nearest chair, and she knelt in front of him.

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