Miller, Raine - The Undoing of a Libertine (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free

anticipation of impending rain as she sat down to remove her slippers and stockings. She wondered if she’d make it back before the drops actually started to fall. From the feel of things, she doubted it.
    Damn. No luck for me. Papa would be all the more displeased with her when she came home drenched and muddy, she knew. There was nothing for it though. She could see no other option. Moving quickly, she hitched up her skirts and forded across the bubbling stream. Reaching the other side without mishap, she climbed the bank and sat down again so as to don her stockings and boots once more.

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    Stunned silent, Jeremy peered through the trees. He would have made his presence known had she not lifted her skirts and exposed her shapely legs at that very moment. He didn’t consider himself much of an intellectual but certainly possessed intelligence enough to know that if Georgina knew he was there, she wouldn’t be revealing her flesh to him, and he most certainly wanted to see her lovely display right now. In fact, he couldn’t have torn his eyes away from the picture of her if he’d tried. His cock would have leapt out and growled at him if he’d lowered his eyes.
    He found her very pleasing. Long, dark-blonde hair paired with a well-filled figure any man would appreciate. The color of her eyes was indiscernible to him though. From his distance he simply could not make them out and it annoyed him. Jeremy found that suddenly he wanted very much to know the color of her eyes. Georgina had indeed grown up, and the years had been very good to her. She bore curves in all the right places. Curves he could make very good use of. Curves he could worship. Those were generous breasts for all her willowy height, tall for a woman, but built gracefully.
    Jeremy held his breath as she lifted a pale limb and pulled on a stocking. He kept holding it when she secured the stocking with a pink garter, wrapped around the tapering flesh above her knee. He finally succumbed to the need for air, but breathed quietly so as not to miss the show when she repeated the exquisite act with the other leg.
    God, yes! Georgina Russell had grown into quite a morsel. It would be a pleasant task to get an heir with her, indeed.Hopefully he’d need to work at it, or on her, for a long, long time!
    She appealed to him all right. His hardening prick told him so. He shifted his weight to relieve the uncomfortable tightening holding sway over his body.
    Cool autumn rain began to plop down in slow, fat drops as he made his way silently back to his horse. He would move on and wait for her to emerge from the wood where she would sight him on the road.
    The squall which had sprung up escalated as the minutes ticked by. Jeremy could tell the moment she spotted him though. She slowed noticeably as if unsure whether to continue in his direction.
    Pulling his horse to a stop, he dismounted. “Miss Georgina Russell, I believe.” He inclined his head in greeting. “Do you remember me? I am—”
    “I remember you, sir.” She cut him off, eying him stonily.
    An attempt at lightheartedness compelled him to ask, “What’s my name then?”
    “You are Mr. Greymont, my brother’s friend.” Her eyes fluttered down and away from him, but he got a good look. They were golden eyes, glowing amber, and liquid, like the smooth Scotch whiskey he favored, swirling in a cut glass.
    “Well done, Miss Georgina. I am just on my way to your house now. I’ve been invited for the—”
    “Shooting party,” she interrupted, her eyes returning back to him, but still so very solemn. That was twice now she had stopped him mid-speech. This girl before him was wary, on edge. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she seemed almost afraid of him. She was a wholly different person than he recalled, greatly changed. Georgina had grown up most fair for truth, but in her manner she had definitely altered.
    “Please allow me to take you home on my horse. Samson here is so strong he