Page 31 of Afternoon Delight

Meg

I turned the page of the book I was reading and followed the randy maid and the regency duke up the stairs of his London home and into his bedchamber…

“Close the door and take off your gown.” His tone of command made her skin tighten.

She obeyed quickly. He stripped down to his breeches, his suspenders hanging loose.

Then he pulled a long, flat box from under the bed and placed it on the bench at its foot.

Opening it, he revealed several items—many shaped like erect cocks—but also padded rings with chains, which she guessed were for restraint.

“Does any of this intrigue you?”

All of it. “I’m not sure,” she said hesitantly.

“Nelly.” He turned her to face him with a hand on her shoulder. His other hand settled at her throat, where her pulse pounded beneath his palm. “I’m allowing second chances because you don’t know me—but those are running out. This is a device for the ass.”

Keeping one hand at her neck, he held up a small stone object with an olive-shaped tip and a tapered shaft, its base flared wide with a cord attached like a drawer pull.

“I’ve told you not to lie to me. If you do it again, I’ll put this in you and spank you until my arm tires. It will hurt like nothing you’ve ever known. Do you want that?”

“No,” she said reflexively. Then, to be as honest as she could, added, “Not the spanking part.”

“You want this in your ass?”

“I—” She nearly said she knew it was bad and she was trying to be good, but stopped herself. “I’m intrigued,” she admitted, letting her gaze drift to the object, trying to believe it was okay to be curious.

His thumb on her neck caressed her skin. He drew her close enough to touch his mouth to hers. She stiffened slightly in surprise, then let her lips soften and part to accept the domination of his.

She hadn’t been kissed much. It felt strange.

Intimate, considering her naked breasts brushed up against the warm, hair-roughened plane of his chest. She quickly decided she liked it.

He fitted his lips to hers and applied suction, as though bringing forth all the passionate feelings that emanated from her depths.

He played his tongue against hers in a way that made her nipples harden, and she leaned into him, seeking the soothing stimulation of firmer pressure.

He released her, and she staggered slightly to find her balance, murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

“I want to put this inside you and undress before we continue. Kneel on the edge of the bed with your elbows in the middle.”

The bed was so high, that put her ass in his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He played with her pussy for a long minute, rubbing and stroking his fingers into her cleft, arousing her until she ? —

The door jangled.

“Pumpkin Spice Latte?”

I slammed the book shut and blinked at Zak.

“That’s an even guiltier look than yesterday, when I caught you bungy-jumping without signing a liability waiver.”

“It’s this book.” I showed him the cover. “Your sister and her friends are reading it for book club. It’s historical erotica. I just read a filthy story where a married woman pegs a duke who was not her husband.”

“Did he like it?”

“He loved it. There’s some guy-on-guy stuff that’s next level, and now this maid’s about to get a spanking.”

“You ever tried that? Spanking?” He crossed his arms and tilted his head with curiosity.

“Never saw the appeal.”

“The appeal is there’s an ass in your lap. That seems self-explanatory.”

“You presume you’re the spank- er then.”

“I guess I went straight there, yeah.” His self-deprecating grin turned into a faraway smile, as if he was still there. As if he was considering both sides of that particular play. His gaze came back to me and the book with heavy interest. “So is that getting you horny?”

“So horny,” I admitted on a chuckle, not caring that I was blushing because I was already flushed and hot. “I was seriously considering locking the door and going into the bathroom for some self-maintenance.”

“Do it.” He shrugged.

“Haha.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m serious. Do you know how many times I’ve jacked in the can next door? I could paint it twice.”

“Gross!” I laughed.

“What the hell was I supposed to do, coming in from high school all worked up from looking at bra straps and whale-tales all day?”

“And now? Since you’ve been back?” I challenged lightly.

“I might have. Once or twice.” He scratched his nose.

“I’m starting to think that’s all you do, you know.”

“You’re enabling it, pushing all these toys on me. I’ll remind you that I’m doing it for you .” He pretended to be very affronted and glanced toward his shop.

“I thought it was for humankind at large.”

“It is. I’m a very magnanimous person. So go. Do it. I’ll stand here and watch the shop. Because I’m nice that way.”

“I suspect you’re actually kinky as hell.”

“Getting there, but either way, you get an orgasm, so where’s the problem?”

The problem was that I’d be rubbing one out while he was standing right there.

Which made me a little kinky—but the heavy, wicked pressure already sitting in my pelvis told me I didn’t care.

And something about him knowing exactly what I was doing was titillating.

It wasn’t as though he didn’t know I masturbated.

We’d been reporting our orgasms like birders logging yellow-breasted tits.

“Take that in there if you need to,” he said, nodding at the book.

“No, I’ll leave it here for you to peruse.” I set it on the edge of the desk like a dare and sauntered into the bathroom.

I closed the door, glanced once at myself, then turned my back on that lusty-eyed bitch.

Leaning my hips on the sink, I lifted my skirt.

It was a three-quarter length, button-front in striped cotton—perfect for the moody spring weather.

I set my feet wide in my boots and found the placket of my thong damp.

I pushed it aside and plunged my fingers into the slick valley of my pussy lips. I was so wet it barely gave enough friction. But I was so aroused, the rush of stimulation hit instantly. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and imagined Zak walking through the unlocked door.

He’d unzip, pull out his hard cock, and thrust into my needy, clenching pussy?—

I gasped as climax broke over me in swift, pounding waves. I had to fight to keep my moans trapped, my mouth open in a silent scream of bliss.

Panting, I kept circling my clit with lazy fingers. I could’ve come again. Four more times. What I really wanted was a thick, hard cock. Right now. Desperately.

Georgia might have had the nerve to crack the door and invite Zak to bend her over the sink, but I wasn’t there yet. I cleaned up, washed my hands, and walked out with more ease than I expected. I met his heavy-lidded stare without embarrassment.

He was standing at the desk with the book in his hand.

“Thanks,” I said.

“My pleasure.” He set the book down. “Watch the door to my shop, would you?”

Then he walked into the bathroom like it was nothing and shut the door. I didn’t hear a lock—just the zip of his fly.

Oh, fuck . I nearly bit the spine off that hot-ass book.

Before Dan Hill could reach the second chorus of Sometimes When We Touch , a low, throaty groan resounded behind the bathroom door. Seconds later, the toilet flushed, and water ran.

When he came out, his cheekbones were flushed, his eyelids heavy, and he wore a relaxed smile.

“Which one did you read?” I had to ask.

He gave a slow shake of his head and held my stare with magnetic force. “I was thinking about something else. We should do this together more often. Coffee?”

My mouth went so dry, I could only squeak, “Sure.”

“I’ll be right back with your coffee.” He winked and left.