Mrs. Sartin's Secretary_A Lords of Chance Novella by Wendy LaCapra

Author:Wendy LaCapra [LaCapra, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lords of Chance 2.5
Goodreads: 47876965
Publisher: Wendy LaCapra
Published: 2019-08-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

BESIDE AMELIA, MATTHEW BELLAMY’S CHEST rose and fell. Coals in his fireplace had chalked over into grey ash, but Matthew emitted more than enough warmth. Amelia gazed into the darkness until his ghost-hued chamber came into focus.

She’d suspended reason. Now, rational propriety clamped down, breaking the beauty of what she’d just experienced into shards whispering shame.

She’d allowed—no…begged—a man in her employ to give her pleasure. Worse still, she’d taken that pleasure as her due and left him unsatisfied. For goodness sake, Constance ended liaisons when her male lovers did the same.

How embarrassing.

She’d demanded his touch, moaned like a cat in heat when he complied, and then promptly drifted off into the netherworld. She’d probably even snored.

Heavens! Please, no. Please.

Mortification beyond bearing.

How were they going to go back to working together?

She’d known better than to give into her lust. She’d known, and she hadn’t done a thing to restrain her desires.

Earlier this evening, she’d taken pride in her actions. She’d been happy to bid Markham a final farewell, with her sincere, best wishes for his courtship of Lady Clarissa. Then, she’d returned here only to accost her secretary.

What kind of woman had she become?

Her body played Judas to her thoughts—still languid, still content, still happy to be curled against his side, safe and certain as a newborn pup.

Bellamy stroked her arm, slow and reassuring.

Not asleep then.

He’d known she had awakened and needed comfort. He always knew her needs before she spoke. Then again—she self-corrected—not quite always.

Tell me what you want. Guide my hand.

She frowned into the darkness.

Bellamy—Matthew—was either a very considerate lover or a completely inexperienced one. And if he was inexperienced—though how could he be at his age—that made her even worse than a selfish lover.

That made her akin to a pleasure house procuress.

Considerate absolutely had to be the answer. Of course, Matthew was considerate. Silly to even entertain any other explanation.

Matthew was considerate, eager, and, for the moment, all hers.

She gave up her hopeless, inner fight and nestled within his embrace. Nothing good was ever decided in the wee hours of the morning, anyway.

Matthew kissed the messy line of her part. “You’re awake, I take it.”

“As are you,” she pointed out. “Did you fall asleep, too?”

“No.”

She shifted position until she could see the faint outline of his features. “Do you mean to tell me you have been watching me sleep?”

“Couldn’t help myself, I’m afraid.” Moonlight touched his smile. He traced her nose with his finger. “You’re beautiful.”

She wasn’t. Not anymore.

She sunk back against his chest, gazing up to the window in the slanted roof. “Has the sky lightened? Is that the grey of dawn?”

“No.” He stroked her face. “The nightingale, and not the lark, pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.”

That didn’t sound like Bellamy. She frowned. “Are you quoting?”

“Yes. Romeo and Juliet.” His caress stalled. “In the wee of the morning, just after they declare their love.”

“Pretty words.” Deep within, her tightly budded dreams uncurled hopeful petals. She tucked them back into the recesses of her mind. “And yet Romeo and Juliet is a tragic play.

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