Manor of Pleasure: An Erotic Historical Romance by Sheridan Debra

Author:Sheridan, Debra [Sheridan, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Rebecca's heart was pounding as she walked into the drawing room. Her request to Nora had felt more like a confession, an admission of wrongdoing.

Until now, she had never stopped to ponder the clandestine nature of her trysts with Desmond. It seemed so natural. How could it be wrong? Yet every other sensibility told her that it was wrong. It was illicit and primal.

Her anticipation for him overwhelmed all of her senses. She could barely keep up with the womens conversation despite its lively focus on her wedding preparations. She held her own by nodding at the expected intervals and making good use of her glass of pear brandy. Otherwise her mind was elsewhere.

Finally, the men arrived. She was relieved and enervated at once. She immediately rose to meet him and they stood together by the doorway.

"So did you enjoy the company of Mother and Lady Louisa?" she asked lightly.

"Of course. But I much preferred the view to the conversation," replied Desmond with a smile.

"I'm not surprised," Rebecca said. "Louisa is hardly the source of anything that might be considered stimulating."

Desmond's eyes narrowed. "Rebecca Garway, you can be quite pitiless. I hope I never find myself on your wrong side."

"I can't see that happening. You have always managed to find my right side." She smiled at him and took a sip from her glass.

"Who knows which side I will find myself on this evening? The night is young." He grinned at her.

"It is," Rebecca replied. "Have you given my invitation any further consideration?"

"Yes, I have," he said, feigning thoughtfulness. "Can you guess at my answer?"

"I can't tell you. But you've taken a long time to decide." Rebecca's eyes were dancing. She added, "Perhaps I should withdraw my invitation after all."

"You see, you can be pitiless where I'm concerned," Desmond declared softly.

She reached out for his hand. "Not a chance, darling," she whispered. "Follow my lead."

He was intrigued. Rebecca led him to her father's side. "Father, Desmond and I are headed to the library. He's looking for a book that I'm sure we own."

"I love a good book. Which one is it?" Lord Garway asked deliberately.

"Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night," Rebecca told him brightly. "We have some of his volumes in the library, don't we?”

Lord Garway laughed. "You know very well that we do. Go on then."

"Thank you, Father. Please make our excuses."

Rebecca and Desmond made their way out of the drawing room. Once out in the hallway, Rebecca turned to him, "Quickly."

Together, they walked with haste through the main hall. She led him to the staircase and they paced quickly up the stairs and down the corridor to her room. She opened the door and pulled him into her bed chamber. Rebecca shut the door behind them and fastened it.

Desmond put his arms around her and pulled her close. "Rebecca, you know I cannot stay long."

"All that matters is now," she said breathlessly. Draping her arms around his neck, she opened her mouth to his. The invitation was irresistible. He thrust his tongue in between her lips.

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