brought her here to see if she has an interest in…?”
“No,” he cut her off. “I plan for her to be my wife, not my…”
This time Ruby stopped him with a held up hand, her lips quirking up. “I listened to this foolishness from Swanston. I do not need to hear it again. I will leave the door to the secret hall open once I have talked to the gentlemen in question. I will trust you not to look through any but the peepholes I specify. And there will be a room available should you need it. No, I know you don’t, but you never know when the young lady may need to freshen up. Simms can tell you which room it is.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
“Now, why don’t you and your young friend finish your drinks and then I will have Simms come and fetch you.” Ruby turned and strolled from the room with a sway of her magnificent hips.
He strolled back across the room to Bliss. She lifted her head, eager to hear about the coming adventure.
Bending low, he described what would happen, what they would see, what they would do. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her skin as his lips paused inches from her delicate ear. She’d left off perfume. Did she think it made her smell any less feminine? His body would certainly disagree. There was nothing like the honest smell of woman.
“The Binkshaws?” she asked, her breath caressing his cheek. “I don’t know how I feel about watching somebody that I know. And I have a very hard time picturing Mr. Binkshaw doing…Isn’t he a little portly?”
“I’ve never heard that to present a problem.”
—
Bliss wasn’t sure she would ever pull her eye away from the peephole. It should have been disgusting. Well, it was kind of disgusting, but it was even more fascinating—and also strangely erotic. It had taken her a few moments to find the courage to peek in, unsure if she could watch such a thing with Duldon in attendance, but from the moment she’d put her eye to the opening she’d been captured. If anyone had ever told her that watching the Binkshaws have marital relations would be erotic she would have fallen to her knees in laughter. Even the thought of Mr. Binkshaw without clothing would have caused her to chuckle. But she would have been very wrong. Not that he wasn’t portly with an out-of-proportion belly, but somehow none of it mattered as she watched him with his wife. Every glance he gave her, every touch bespoke years of caring and tenderness.
And Mrs. Binkshaw was a story by herself. It was clear that she must once have been a great beauty, but now the breasts had fallen, the hips had widened, and deep lines of worry and trial marked her face. Bliss didn’t know what their story was, she’d only met them in passing, but it was apparent that there must have been great difficulties at some point over the years.
But from the moment Duldon had rapped on the wall over the peephole and she’d become aware that she had a watcher Mrs. Binkshaw had changed. She’d begun to glow, her cheeks had gained color and she held herself straighter, angling her body to give the best presentation to the peephole. Bliss had wondered at first why Duldon had rapped upon the wall. Surely there was as much thrill in knowing one might be watched to actually being watched. Evidently that was not the case based on Mrs. Binkshaw’s reaction.
“Do they come here just to be seen?” she whispered to Duldon, who stood behind her leaning against the wall.
“Given that they’re married and have quite a lovely townhouse of their own, I can’t think of another reason. Although some find simply being at Ruby’s adds a tinge of excitement to any encounter.”
“Hmmmm, I am not sure that I would like being watched. How would one concentrate on what one was doing if one knew there was a watcher? I think I’d be far more worried about how I looked than what I was doing.” Bliss glanced over her shoulder at Duldon and then turned back to the peephole.
“Then I think it would
“No,” he cut her off. “I plan for her to be my wife, not my…”
This time Ruby stopped him with a held up hand, her lips quirking up. “I listened to this foolishness from Swanston. I do not need to hear it again. I will leave the door to the secret hall open once I have talked to the gentlemen in question. I will trust you not to look through any but the peepholes I specify. And there will be a room available should you need it. No, I know you don’t, but you never know when the young lady may need to freshen up. Simms can tell you which room it is.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
“Now, why don’t you and your young friend finish your drinks and then I will have Simms come and fetch you.” Ruby turned and strolled from the room with a sway of her magnificent hips.
He strolled back across the room to Bliss. She lifted her head, eager to hear about the coming adventure.
Bending low, he described what would happen, what they would see, what they would do. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her skin as his lips paused inches from her delicate ear. She’d left off perfume. Did she think it made her smell any less feminine? His body would certainly disagree. There was nothing like the honest smell of woman.
“The Binkshaws?” she asked, her breath caressing his cheek. “I don’t know how I feel about watching somebody that I know. And I have a very hard time picturing Mr. Binkshaw doing…Isn’t he a little portly?”
“I’ve never heard that to present a problem.”
—
Bliss wasn’t sure she would ever pull her eye away from the peephole. It should have been disgusting. Well, it was kind of disgusting, but it was even more fascinating—and also strangely erotic. It had taken her a few moments to find the courage to peek in, unsure if she could watch such a thing with Duldon in attendance, but from the moment she’d put her eye to the opening she’d been captured. If anyone had ever told her that watching the Binkshaws have marital relations would be erotic she would have fallen to her knees in laughter. Even the thought of Mr. Binkshaw without clothing would have caused her to chuckle. But she would have been very wrong. Not that he wasn’t portly with an out-of-proportion belly, but somehow none of it mattered as she watched him with his wife. Every glance he gave her, every touch bespoke years of caring and tenderness.
And Mrs. Binkshaw was a story by herself. It was clear that she must once have been a great beauty, but now the breasts had fallen, the hips had widened, and deep lines of worry and trial marked her face. Bliss didn’t know what their story was, she’d only met them in passing, but it was apparent that there must have been great difficulties at some point over the years.
But from the moment Duldon had rapped on the wall over the peephole and she’d become aware that she had a watcher Mrs. Binkshaw had changed. She’d begun to glow, her cheeks had gained color and she held herself straighter, angling her body to give the best presentation to the peephole. Bliss had wondered at first why Duldon had rapped upon the wall. Surely there was as much thrill in knowing one might be watched to actually being watched. Evidently that was not the case based on Mrs. Binkshaw’s reaction.
“Do they come here just to be seen?” she whispered to Duldon, who stood behind her leaning against the wall.
“Given that they’re married and have quite a lovely townhouse of their own, I can’t think of another reason. Although some find simply being at Ruby’s adds a tinge of excitement to any encounter.”
“Hmmmm, I am not sure that I would like being watched. How would one concentrate on what one was doing if one knew there was a watcher? I think I’d be far more worried about how I looked than what I was doing.” Bliss glanced over her shoulder at Duldon and then turned back to the peephole.
“Then I think it would
Similar Books
