Enticing Temptation

Chapter 4

            Myles woke to the feeling of a warm body snuggled next to his and for just a few seconds before his mind fully awakened, he wondered who was in bed with him. Too many years of sleeping alone, he thought. He never made it a habit of spending the whole night with any one woman. He’d sought them just for relief thinking one day Amanda would be the only woman in his bed.

            He never dreamed it would be the black-haired inquisitive vixen cuddled up next to him that he would be sharing his life with.

Myles smiled as he remembered how she wanted to peruse his body wanting answers to her many inquisitive questions. He never dreamt that a woman as gently bred and raised as Cat, would want to know the things Cat wanted to know last night. He’d have to have her show him this book of hers upon their return or better yet bring it with them to compare with his own and maybe he could learn a few things from that bloody book of hers that he didn’t already know.

            Myles hated to wake his bride but they both had two very busy days ahead of them before they sailed for China.

            Myles gently rolled Cat onto her back then lowered his head to let his tongue flick over her nipple. Quickly it pebbled as his hand slid lower to her curls. He knew she might be sore but he couldn’t resist once more being inside of her. They would be spending tonight apart, after all. He already knew he would miss her in his bed tonight.

            “I like how you awaken a person,” Cat purred in his ear and she felt Myles chuckle as he suckled on her breast. Cat’s fingers entwined in her husband’s silky long ebony hair, she loved the feel of it in her fingers as she held his mouth in place. She loved everything he did to her and how he made her feel. She moaned when his mouth left one breast for the other. Just as she thought he couldn't make her any warmer  he could make her temperature climb higher with kisses and caresses. Loved how he made sure she was pleasured before he took his own.

            His mouth came to claim hers as he spread her thighs with his and slowly slid into her wetness. He loved how her nails dug into his back as he brought her close to a climax, how she called his name when she did and how she wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him close when his came.

            Later, in her purple peignoir, they enjoyed their first breakfast together as man and wife before each had to leave to go their separate directions with Cat having just enough time to meet with Amanda at Madame Benoit’s.

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Madame Benoit’s Dress Shope

            Cat stood looking at the woman in the mirror dressed in snug leather trousers, a shirt with billowing sleeves and cuffed boots coming above her knees. She’d never looked this way before or felt so free without the hindrance of skirts, bustles, and petticoats. She understood why Amanda wore them when she could on board her ship. Trousers were so liberating, she thought. Would there ever come a time when women could wear them freely out in the open in public?

            That thought made her chuckle.

            “Well?” Madame Benoit asked. “How do you like them, Lady Catherine?”

            “They are magnifique, Fleurette,” Cat answered and Madame Benoit smiled a huge smile. “How many do you think you can have done by tomorrow afternoon?”