Wicked Desires (Wicked Affairs, Book One)

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Author: Eliza Lloyd
Tags: Erótica
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chance.
    “Oh, and what might that be?”
    Michael had heard the woman was a voracious lover and it had taken a younger man like the marquess to catch and keep her. Looked as if she was ready to jump the fence. He squinted, peering at her while trying to discern her motives.
    Her breasts were plumped from her tight corset. He couldn’t help but notice the nipple rouge peeping at him from her bodice. She looked and smelled of sex and his body reacted to the offering. He gritted his teeth. He was not fucking Anne VanLandingham, in spite of his body’s hurried response.
    “I thought you might enjoy…” Her hand slipped lower and gripped his embarrassingly strong erection. “An evening with me and Randall. Mostly me,” she said, laughter in her voice.
    He rolled his eyes. If he was interested in Anne, it wouldn’t be at the expense of his wife.
    “Lady Foxley, as delightful as that sounds…” Michael thought about the rude words he’d rather have said— I’d much rather fuck my sheep, than wonder what I might catch lying down with you —instead he forced a smile. “I must pass on such an exquisite offer. Now if you’ll excuse me.” He pried her hand away. “If you’ll excuse me and my cock, I’ve better things to do with my time this evening.”
    “Michael, if you’d rather have Randall, I’d be happy to watch him bugger you,” she whispered.
    He bowed out of habit, not that the ill-mannered creature deserved respect, as she had, once again, shown her common roots. Gossip came and went regarding most people in town. With Anne VanLandingham, the constant whispered speculation was near legendary, especially amongst the men. One had to wonder what was actually true.
    He’d speak with Clarissa at their first private moment about the company she kept. His wife’s reputation was above reproach. He’d not tolerate anyone besmirching her character.
    Michael watched Anne trounce across the ballroom floor to retrieve her husband at the completion of the dance.
    He clenched his teeth as Clarissa turned her gaze to him. Her smile dazzled. Everything about her drew him, except he could do nothing about it when, with her , his rod was as useless as an unstarched cravat.
    Mesmerized, he stared as she crossed the room to him. Her warm gaze cut into his heart, reflecting his deceit and exposing the wicked desires that branded him a fool.
    He pulled her into his arms. “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”
    “You say that every night.”
    “Every night it’s true.”
    Michael danced with his wife, waltzing her across the floor underneath the thousand candles of Stella Emery’s seasonal crush. Lord Emery had taken to drinking a week ago in anticipation of both the inconvenience and the cost of the annual extravagance.
    Clarissa clung to him, her silky green skirts wrapping around his legs as they turned, her lower body touching and teasing. He held back a curse. Nothing. He purposefully imagined waltzing her on to the stone balcony, backing her into a corner, lifting her skirts and tucking his prick inside her luscious, hot cunt.
    He’d dreamt of her smoky brown eyes. Her lids were half-masted in satiation as she moaned in final release. Then her eyes would close, a soft smile on her lips and finally his name. “Michael, oh Michael.” He wanted it back.
    He had no doubt that she was the most enchanting woman in the room. She pretended happiness, but he could tell she still carried the afternoon conversation in her head and in her heart.
    She’d never understand.
    Now that their sons were off to boarding school, he had her all to himself and he didn’t know what to do with her. She was still the fresh, vibrant socialite. Still desirable. Still all that he wanted.
    Only his body no longer worked for her. It had happened overnight. One day he was the laughing, happy earl who enjoyed hunting and riding and fucking his wife several times a week.
    Now?
    Well, now he had a limp cock, thinning hair and such acute

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