A Marriage Most Scandalous (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 2) by Victoria Vale

tub as his knees buckled. His seed filled Petra’s mouth in hot spurts, while Cecily continued stroking him, milking him dry.
    Releasing him from her mouth, Petra stood. “I do believe this lesson was quite successful.”
    Yet, somehow, the look in her eyes when she set her gaze on him suggested otherwise. He’d felt her stare on him when he’d pulled away from Cecily’s searching tongue, and knew he would have to answer for it later.
    For now, however, he had eyes only for his wife, who lay in the tub, more content and relaxed than he’d seen her in ages.
    “I shall leave you to your rest now,” Petra declared, leaving the room with a swish of her robe. “Until tomorrow morning.”
    He plucked Cecily from the tub and stood her on shaky legs. He took his time toweling her dry, starting with her hair, then letting his hands and the linen linger on her skin, caressing in slow circles.
    “Hmmm,” she mumbled when he paused on her breasts, rasping the cloth over her hard nipples. “That feels good.”
    “Yes?” he prodded.
    She nodded. “You’re making me want more.”
    He chuckled, dropping the towel and lifting her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist while he carried her to the bed.
    “You’ve become insatiable,” he murmured, laying her down. Removing all of his clothing, he joined her, covering them both with the counterpane.
    “Sherry?” she asked in a voice thick with fatigue.
    “Yes, love?”
    “Why will you allow Petra to pleasure you with her mouth, but not me?”
    His blood ran cold, and tension thrummed through him at her question. His arms tightened around her, and his pulse raced at the thought of having to answer her.
    “Sherry?” she prodded when he didn’t answer.
    “Oh, that,” he replied, forcing lightness he did not feel into his tone. “It wasn’t as bad as all that. Your pretty little fingers just felt so good around my cock, I didn’t want you to stop what you were doing.”
    Giggling, she turned to face him. Her bare skin caressed his, and he decided there was definitely something to be said for sleeping nude with one’s wife. His cock sprang to life between them as her hard nipples tickled the hairs sprinkled across his chest.
    “I never thought something so simple could drive a man to madness. I hardly did a thing.”
    Nuzzling her nose with his, he gave her a swift kiss. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you the truth about men? We are appallingly simple creatures.”
    Turning onto her back, she pulled him over her, parting her legs and inviting him into the wet cavern of her core.
    “Petra’s touch felt nice,” she whispered, “but the feel of you inside me is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I never dreamed I could feel such pleasure. Make love to me, Sherry.”
    Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her with a fervor he never had before. Desperation gripped him, and he vowed within himself to do anything to make her happy. If that meant finding some way to purge himself of his father’s sadistic measures of educating him, then he would find a way. Perhaps Petra could be of greater help to them than he’d previously thought.
    Glad for a distraction for the nonce, he entered his wife in one swift thrust. Moaning, she arched her back and spread her legs wider, sheathing him to the hilt. Losing himself in her, he forgot his troubling memories for a time.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    “Tell me about your childhood, my lord.”
    Cecily tore her gaze away from the passing landscape and gave Petra a quizzical glance. Her request had been anything but—more of a command, really. As a gently-bred woman who’d been taught to defer to men in all things, she had yet to grow used to the other woman’s contrary nature. She’d never known a female more self-assured or confident. She’d never seen a woman command everyone around her as if leading puppets on strings. Petra was the sort of woman she wished to be.
    Sheridan, who sat on the seat