Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Bennett’s brown hair was slicked down from a side part that ended with Edgar Allan Poe–style curls at his ears, and he wore short pants with his dinner jacket. Briony’s long blonde hair was pulled back from her face with combs, and her velvet dress sported wide triangular flaps of lace at the collar.
They looked exactly like what I would expect to see if I walked into an abandoned, burned- down schoolhouse.
“Bennett. Briony.” I nodded to them each in turn.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your guest?” Briony asked in her haunting little voice.
“This is my girlfriend, Charlotte.” I put my hand at the small of Charlotte’s back and nudged her to step forward. The children each offered her their hands to shake.
“Delighted to meet you,” Bennett said.
“Likewise,” Charlotte managed, shooting me an uncertain glance.
“Mother did mention that you’d called off your engagement.” Briony scrutinized me with an unreadable, unnerving expression. “I must admit, I was a bit relieved. Wedding season last year was ghastly.”
“Well, we’ll try not to inconvenience your social calendar too much when we plan ours,” I replied, and ignored the sharp nudge Charlotte gave me.
Unfortunately, my sister had entered in time to overhear the conversation. She swooped in to gather her children away from us. “My darlings, I thought I told you to come straight to the dining room.”
“Service hasn’t finished laying everything out,” Bennett said with the tone of someone who would definitely be firing his domestic staff for similar infractions in the future.
My sister, resplendent in an overly beaded bolero jacket and satin gown in the same beige shade beloved by mothers of the brides from coast to coast, gave Charlotte a begrudgingly admiring once-over. “You look nice, Charlotte.”
I waited for my sister’s face to wither like she’d looked into the Ark of the Covenant from giving the compliment. Charlotte thanked her quietly.
“It’s Saint Laurent, isn’t it?” Briony said admiringly. “I have an eye for these things.”
“It is,” Charlotte managed to respond. Then, looping her arm through my elbow, she said, “Excuse us, won’t you? Matthew promised to show me the library before dinner.”
“Of course,” my sister responded, and I took Charlotte’s cue as the desperate plea that it was.
“That was a ballsy move,” I told her when I’d steered her out of earshot. “What if there hadn’t been a library?”
“I’ve played Clue. I know there’s a library.” She dropped her volume even lower. “No offense, but what is up with those kids? Are they ghosts?”
“None taken, and I am in full agreement. I know uncles are supposed to be fun and playful and live to spend time with their nieces and nephews, but they terrify me.” And frankly, it was refreshing to be with someone who shared my same feeling about their creepiness. All of my previous partners had insisted the two were “precocious” or “adorable in their own way.”
The library—which did exist—was only a short walk from the dining room. I slid the door open, and we stepped into the darkness.
“I’ll get the light.” I moved toward the lamp on the table while she closed the door behind us. The stained glass shade of the reading light directed the bulb’s effort downward and cast dim, jewel-toned rays on the shelves closest to us.
“See?” she said with a smirk as she walked toward me. “Just like in Clue.”
“I’ll get the overheads,” I said.
She caught my hands and stopped me. “I didn’t bring you in here to read.”
“Ah.” I let her push me into the leather armchair beside the table. “You know, dinner is—”
“Not ready yet. Service hasn’t even been laid.” She affected a stiff lower jaw for emphasis, then grinned naughtily. “Why shouldn’t you get laid? Or at least a blowie?”
She unzipped my fly.
“Am I supposed to fight you off?” I didn’t have any intention of doing so. It had seemed like a good idea to deny myself after tormenting her in the shower, but that had been before I saw her in that dress.
A dress that had a dinner engagement. “My sister already saw your outfit. You can’t change it now. Better not spill.”
“I’ll have to swallow every drop.” Her hand closed around my hardening dick. “And you’ll have to be sure to keep it deep in my throat until you’re totally empty.”
She licked her lips and held them poised a breath from my tip. My cock surged toward her mouth, and she moved back.
“Greedy. Impatient.” She settled back more comfortably on her knees and stroked me idly. “What am I going to do with my dragon?”
“Dragons are supposed to be greedy. And who would tell them to not be impatient, if they wanted to be?” I rocked my hips. “It’s princesses who are supposed to be patient and selfless. And right now, my princess needs to selflessly suck me off so we can go to dinner.”