An Improper Governess: An Improper Liaisons Novella, Book 2 by Amy Rose Bennett Page A

maid.”
    “Not at all. In fact, I think it’s perfectly charming.”
    Her eyes lifted to his again. “You do?”
    “Yes. It’s why I find you so fascinating. And refreshing.” He loosened the laces a bit more and the bodice sagged revealing a great deal of Abigail’s cleavage... and the fact she also wasn’t wearing a shift.
    Nicholas swallowed hard. His cock throbbed almost to the point of pain. “You blush yet you’ve come to my room wearing nothing at all beneath your gown except stockings,” he continued as he slid the flimsy muslin off Abigail’s shoulders and then her arms. And at last her magnificent breasts were exposed. Just as he’d imagined, they were as round and as firm as pomegranates, the nipples a dark, dusky pink, reminding him of the lips of her exquisite sex.
    He dragged in a breath to speak but even then his voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. “How delightfully wicked you are, Miss Adams.”
    Abigail bit her lip as if trying to suppress a smile. “And here I was thinking that I was just being practical.”
    Nicholas brushed a finger over the tip of one nipple, coaxing it into a tight point. “Gorgeous, wicked, and practical. No wonder I can’t resist you, sweetheart.”
    Unable to ignore the temptation of her naked breasts any longer, Nicholas cupped them in his hands. Lowering his head, he suckled on one nipple then the other. Swirled and flicked his tongue over each sweet nub until Abigail shuddered in his arms. Tugged at his hair and moaned her pleasure.
    With a small wiggle of her hips, her gown slid to the floor and Nicholas caught the musky scent of her arousal. He skimmed a hand over the curve of her hip and across the flat plane of her belly until he reached the ruffled lips of her quim. As his questing fingers slid between her warm, wet cleft a desperate mewl escaped her. She gripped him about the neck. And she spread her legs wider.
    That small movement was the equivalent of setting a spark to a bonfire.
    Lifting his head from her breasts, Nicholas caught Abigail’s chin with his other hand and ruthlessly plundered her mouth with his tongue. A considerate lover would carry her to the bed instead of finger-fucking her up against the door like a common doxy. But then again, there was something infinitely arousing about having Abigail naked in his arms but for her stockings, panting and writhing and opening herself to him. She hooked one of her long, slender legs around his hip and he took that as an open invitation to pump his fingers in and out of her hot, luscious cunt.
    “For pity’s sake, take me.” Her plea was little more than a ragged whisper against his mouth. Her hand slipped inside his robe and wrapped around his shaft. “Take me now. I need you inside me.”
    Nicholas couldn’t deny her. He shrugged off his robe. Then, gathering her closer, he grasped her delectable arse in his hands and hoisted her up until her greedy entrance sucked at the head of his weeping member. Abigail wrapped both of her legs around his hips, and as he slid in a little further, she clutched at his shoulders and gasped.
    Fuck she was tight. It was like being squeezed by a satin clad fist. “Are you all right?” he gritted out.
    She nodded. “Yes. It’s just... You are so big. But it feels good.”
    “Only good?” Firming his hold on her arse, he adjusted Abigail’s position slightly and pushed even further into her slick passage. Her inner muscles immediately clenched and rippled around him in a tight embrace. To him it was bliss.
    “Definitely better than good.” She kissed him on the mouth and her fingers curled around his naked shoulders. “Please... just fuck me.”
    Nicholas’s already pounding heart bolted into a full gallop. How could he ignore such a blatant invitation? Grasping Abigail by the hips, he held her steady as he thrust deeply until he was fully seated inside her. The rosy tips of her beautiful breasts brushed against his naked chest.
    “Hold on