Fantasy 01 - Secret Fantasy Read Free

visible, the dark centers poking at the sheer fabric.
    On witnessing the garment Margaret stifled a gasp. Obviously, there was more going on between the couple than Margaret could have imagined.
    "What do you mean," Lavinia asked him, "that you didn't believe me?"
    "You have no common sense, so I didn't expect what you'd told me about Miss Gray to be true."
    Lavinia pursed her lips in an unbecoming pout, which she quickly smoothed away. "Don't be nasty."
    "I'm not being nasty. I'm simply being candid."
    "I said I was sorry about what happened in London."
    "I'm sure you were."
    They knew each other? From London? Margaret's curiosity spiraled.
    "When I crawled into your bed," Lavinia was justifying, "how could I have guessed that you'd bring another woman home with you?"
    Lavinia had been in his bed? The admission was the most shocking thing Margaret had ever heard.
    "How could you have guessed, indeed!" Romsey scoffed. "Why would my mistress of two years be with me?"
    "I hadn't planned on creating a scene."
    "I disagree. I'm positive it's what you absolutely intended." He toyed with his drink, his loathing of her blatant and impossible to hide. "You never explained what you wanted that night."
    "I wanted to discuss the marriage."
    "You couldn't do it in a letter?"
    "At the time, I thought it would be better if we talked it over—personally."
    "I'll just bet you did."
    Lavinia's voice was unusually sultry, and she trailed a flirtatious finger down his chest, making it clear that she liked him very much, and Margaret wasn't surprised. Lavinia was fascinated by the aristocracy and had always bemoaned the fact that she'd married a rich brewer instead of holding out for a man with a title.
    "We can chat about a wedding now," she said, "unless there's another topic that's captivated you." She leaned forward, the front of her nightgown perilously low, giving him an unimpeded view of her breasts.
    He wasn't impressed, and he shrugged. "Let's stick with Miss Gray. What should I know about her?"
    His indifference incensed Lavinia, and she'd had enough. She stood and stared down at him.
    "You're being an ass."
    "Yes, I am."
    "Go away. I'm sick of you."
    She waved toward the door, and when he didn't move, she turned to stomp out. Margaret cowered, terrified that discovery was imminent, and she couldn't defend her spying on them.
    Luckily, Lord Romsey saved her by grabbing Lavinia's wrist and drawing her back to the couch. He didn't tug very hard, but Lavinia collapsed down onto him and giggled like a schoolgirl.
    "Convince me to offer for her," he urged.
    "You know you want to."
    "Do I?"
    Lavinia was sprawled across him, their chests, loins, and legs pressed together. He was stroking her bottom, rubbing in slow circles, when he'd only recently caressed Margaret in much the same way.
    The man was a dog!
    "She's young," Lavinia was saying.
    "But mature."
    "Oh, very mature," Lavinia concurred. "She's been too sheltered, though." "I realize that."
    "But that could be a benefit for you."
    "I was pondering the very same."
    "You could teach her what you'd like her to do. You could make her practice till she gets it right."
    "Practice makes perfect," he snickered.
    "She'd be too inexperienced to refuse or complain. Isn't that every husband's fantasy?"
    "Not mine. I'd rather have a woman who knows what she's doing."
    "Liar," Lavinia chided. "You can't fool me. You men all think with your cocks, and you like to plant them between a fresh pair of virginal thighs."
    "Too true."
    They both chuckled, and Margaret frowned. The statement had a hidden meaning she didn't understand. She felt as if they were speaking in a foreign language.
    "I put you in the room next to hers," Lavinia said. "In case you decide to be swept away by passion, there'll be nothing to prevent you."
    "Are you suggesting I sneak in and ravage her?"
    "I wouldn't mind—so long as you wed her afterward."
    He shuddered in mock horror. "You're cold, Lavinia."
    "Why? I aim to ensnare