A Roguish Christmas by Brown Georgette

Author:Brown, Georgette [Brown, Georgette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08NW3YPFJ
Publisher: Wind Color Press
Published: 2020-11-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

THOUGH IT MIGHT NOT have been clear to the others, Alastair could tell when the jostling discomfited her and knew that the blush in her cheeks was not the result of the occasional breeze that blew their way. Nonetheless, Millie bore the riding well and even appeared to bond with Kittredge over their observations of him.

“Alastair has more virtues than is credited to him,” Millie said. “For example, he is quite equal and fair in his treatment of compliments and criticism directed at him. He pays neither any heed.”

“How true,” Kittredge acknowledged. “I had never considered that Alastair possessed any virtues.”

“Beyond his wine cellar?”

Kittredge laughed. “Yes, yes. Perhaps most of us do not see his virtues because they are dwarfed by his failings.”

“We all have failings, Mr. Kittredge.”

“And you are kind to grant your cousin an allowance for his.”

Accustomed to Kittredge’s mockeries, Alastair said nothing. As he watched Millie stumble off her horse despite Kittredge assisting her, he reminded himself that she had requested her situation. Soon enough she would deem that the debauchery of Château Follet was too much for her.

But he had thought the same before, and she had surprised him. Just as she had surprised him with how well she had taken his member in the library. He had not intended to spend, but she had gained in skill somehow. Her hot, wet mouth wrapped about his member had been absolutely divine, and he had approached his climax with stunning speed.

“Are you well, Miss Abbott?” Kittredge asked, holding her arm to steady her. “If you will not mind my saying, you appear rather flushed.”

“It is merely from the exercise. I am not much accustomed to riding,” she had answered.

“The coloring in your cheeks becomes you.”

Alastair, having just dismounted, raised his brows, for Kittredge spoke with uncharacteristic sincerity. He observed the two sharing a smile while he handed his horse to the stable hand.

“Come, Millie,” Anne beckoned, “let us exchange these riding garments for more fitting attire for the picnic.”

From Millie’s expression, Alastair gathered her “more fitting” attire differed little from what she currently wore, but she followed Anne into the house. The men had to change as well, and Alastair decided he would give Millie a reprieve from the Chinese pleasure balls. Stopping her before she entered her chambers, he handed her the box that the balls had come in.

“You may remove them,” he told her.

Relief flooded her countenance. “Thank you, my lord. They are wrongly named.”

“They brought you no pleasure?”

“Can you imagine being bounced about with two balls inside you? They were the worst possible distraction. I could hardly keep my mind off them.”

“You seemed to do just fine, but if they did not arouse you, then they failed in their purpose.”

The blush in her cheeks deepened, and he had to agree that the rosiness became her.

“That is precisely the difficulty! I should not be put in such a state when in the company of others.”

“Take heart. Perhaps you shall be rewarded for your sufferings.”

He

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