lingering kiss to her cheek. The taste of her sweat damp skin on his lips heightened his arousal so he thrust again.
A loud bang on the wall made them both jump.
Jonathan glanced at the door that connected Phoebe’s bedchamber with his as a male voice rose in anger.
Cautiously, Jonathan slipped from Phoebe’s body and bed to stare at the connecting door. Yes, he had remembered to lock it, but something definitely odd what happening in his bedchamber. That room should have been locked from the inside. No one should be in there.
“I’ll kill Selwood for this.” Warminster’s voice threatened from the next room.
A female voice cried out piteously in answer and Jonathan glanced at Phoebe only to find her skin white with shock. She stumbled from the bed and reached for her night gown and wrapper, throwing them on carelessly in her rush. When her beautiful skin was covered respectably, she tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear to it.
Just as quietly, Jonathan reached for his breaches and slipped them over his hips, pushing his softening member into the tight confines. Unfortunately, in their haste to make love last night there were buttons missing from the garment and they wouldn’t stay on his hips properly. That could be embarrassing should it be discovered. He snagged his shirt from beneath the bed and threw it over his head. The long linen would hide the state of his breaches, but what could he do to hide himself should Warminster decide to include Phoebe in whatever drama was happening next door?
Jonathan glanced toward his lover and found her backing away from the door. She glanced at him and then frantically waved her hands in the direction of the bed. Did she want him in it or under it?
Under it, he decided, as she snatched up his cravat stockings and boots and shoved them into the nearest drawer. Jonathan fell to the floor and scrambled under the solid bed. He moved until he hid in the exact center and then the world grew dark as Phoebe straightened the bedding so no one could see him beneath. He watched the pink tips of her toes move about him and then she disappeared from sight.
~ * ~
Phoebe’s heart beat so loud that she feared she might faint. Next door, Warminster was ranting about Lady Jocelyn sleeping with Jonathan, and very soon everyone in the house would suspect that something was seriously amiss. She had to take steps to stop this disaster. She couldn’t let Warminster convict his best friend of such a scandalous act.
Frantically, Phoebe straightened her tumbled hair into some semblance of decorum and approached the connecting door. Taking a deep breath, she turned the key and knob and stepped into the fray.
Lady Jocelyn sat on Jonathan’s rumpled bed, sheets pulled up to her chest, defiance clear on her face. Phoebe’s stepson appeared quite without his usual disguise. There was none of his usual foppish charm or elegance on display.
“What do you want,” Warminster snapped. “This is none of your concern.”
Phoebe stepped close to him. “Get yourself under control now,” she whispered urgently. Warminster blinked and met her gaze. She tried to convey how damaging his behavior seemed and hoped he understood.
Phoebe tightened her wrapper. “Well, you woke me and your discussion appeared diverting. What a shame it’s all foolish nonsense.”
Phoebe turned for the bed. “Your bedchamber is on the other end of the hall, Lady Jocelyn. Was there something the matter with your accommodations?”
The glance Lady Jocelyn sent her was triumphant. “This room has been very welcoming to me. Unlike some I could name.”
Warminster winced. “I explained I had urgent business to attend to.”
Lady Jocelyn scowled. “At night? Every night of the house party? I swear Warminster, you are toying with my affections for your own amusement. Well, I won’t stand for it. Lord Selwood appreciates me and is desperately in love.”
Phoebe choked. She’d never imagined Lady
A loud bang on the wall made them both jump.
Jonathan glanced at the door that connected Phoebe’s bedchamber with his as a male voice rose in anger.
Cautiously, Jonathan slipped from Phoebe’s body and bed to stare at the connecting door. Yes, he had remembered to lock it, but something definitely odd what happening in his bedchamber. That room should have been locked from the inside. No one should be in there.
“I’ll kill Selwood for this.” Warminster’s voice threatened from the next room.
A female voice cried out piteously in answer and Jonathan glanced at Phoebe only to find her skin white with shock. She stumbled from the bed and reached for her night gown and wrapper, throwing them on carelessly in her rush. When her beautiful skin was covered respectably, she tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear to it.
Just as quietly, Jonathan reached for his breaches and slipped them over his hips, pushing his softening member into the tight confines. Unfortunately, in their haste to make love last night there were buttons missing from the garment and they wouldn’t stay on his hips properly. That could be embarrassing should it be discovered. He snagged his shirt from beneath the bed and threw it over his head. The long linen would hide the state of his breaches, but what could he do to hide himself should Warminster decide to include Phoebe in whatever drama was happening next door?
Jonathan glanced toward his lover and found her backing away from the door. She glanced at him and then frantically waved her hands in the direction of the bed. Did she want him in it or under it?
Under it, he decided, as she snatched up his cravat stockings and boots and shoved them into the nearest drawer. Jonathan fell to the floor and scrambled under the solid bed. He moved until he hid in the exact center and then the world grew dark as Phoebe straightened the bedding so no one could see him beneath. He watched the pink tips of her toes move about him and then she disappeared from sight.
~ * ~
Phoebe’s heart beat so loud that she feared she might faint. Next door, Warminster was ranting about Lady Jocelyn sleeping with Jonathan, and very soon everyone in the house would suspect that something was seriously amiss. She had to take steps to stop this disaster. She couldn’t let Warminster convict his best friend of such a scandalous act.
Frantically, Phoebe straightened her tumbled hair into some semblance of decorum and approached the connecting door. Taking a deep breath, she turned the key and knob and stepped into the fray.
Lady Jocelyn sat on Jonathan’s rumpled bed, sheets pulled up to her chest, defiance clear on her face. Phoebe’s stepson appeared quite without his usual disguise. There was none of his usual foppish charm or elegance on display.
“What do you want,” Warminster snapped. “This is none of your concern.”
Phoebe stepped close to him. “Get yourself under control now,” she whispered urgently. Warminster blinked and met her gaze. She tried to convey how damaging his behavior seemed and hoped he understood.
Phoebe tightened her wrapper. “Well, you woke me and your discussion appeared diverting. What a shame it’s all foolish nonsense.”
Phoebe turned for the bed. “Your bedchamber is on the other end of the hall, Lady Jocelyn. Was there something the matter with your accommodations?”
The glance Lady Jocelyn sent her was triumphant. “This room has been very welcoming to me. Unlike some I could name.”
Warminster winced. “I explained I had urgent business to attend to.”
Lady Jocelyn scowled. “At night? Every night of the house party? I swear Warminster, you are toying with my affections for your own amusement. Well, I won’t stand for it. Lord Selwood appreciates me and is desperately in love.”
Phoebe choked. She’d never imagined Lady
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