Friday, April 4, 2014

Could spring is actually here? If not, how something hot from A Sinful Education ~ Layna Pimentel

Old man winter, screw you!

Soon, my backyard will be devoid of you, and will in turn become a swamp. In the meanwhile, how about I warm us up with a little something something from the second book in my Pleasure Garden Follies series which will go on tour this Monday. Be sure to check my blog on Monday for all the details. Without further ado, here's a lovely sampling from A Sinful Education.

Emily lay in wait for the old grandfather clock to chime twelve bells on the main floor of the manor. While Stoughton Hall was magnificent in size, the clock could be heard from any of the three floors, no matter from what room.

The house had been in a flurry getting the children ready for bed and her brother whisking his wife away for the evening. Even his lordship had retired early into his chambers at the end of this wing. She had quietly followed earlier to learn where she would find him and carry on their discussion from earlier.

Thoughts of her scandalous questions and her mind wandering to what a nude Lord Avonlea looked like, suddenly stirred an unfamiliar feeling in her belly. Dampness settled between her thighs. Even her nipples had stiffened to hard peaks beneath her cotton shift.

How would he perceive her after tonight? Would he deem her the most incorrigible female ever bestowed upon London? Or, would he call her a minx and throw her out of his room? Her only desire was to learn, to educate herself in the ways of pleasure for when her time came to be a wife. To become a wife in name was not an option, nor did she want to play second fiddle to another woman. Yet, the truth be told, Emily desired to get closer with the earl.

Suddenly, the image forever engrained upon her mind of a woman’s mouth wrapped around a manhood seemed more of a challenge. The kind of challenge that would certainly scandalize any respectable female. 

But she desired to know the intricacies of said intimate moments. Perhaps Charles would find it as pleasurable. Emily shook her head and pulled off her covers.

She rose from the bed and put on her slippers and robe. Using the utmost discretion, she opted to leave behind the candlestick and left her room in the dark, knowing all too well it was only the two of them in this side of the house.

Emily gently closed her chamber door and swept down the hall, pausing outside of his room. The glow of the fireplace danced across the floor under the door, but all was silent. Perhaps he was reading from the privacy of the curtained platform bed or standing in the window, basking in the view the west side of the manor offered.

She quietly opened his door and closed it behind her.

No one stirred, nor made a sound.

She took a step forward, parting her lips to call for him.

A soft moan caught her attention and uncertainty crept up her spine. She should not have proceeded, but went on to appease her curiosity. Stealing further into the room, she paused in the corner.

She caught sight of his lordship through the break of the curtains. Charles' eyes were closed, chest exposed as his hand moved beneath the sheet barely covering his waist. Lord, he’s a sight to watch, but what exactly is he doing?

Emily moved closer, but could not make head or tails of his motions. That is, until he called out, “Emily.”


Can we all guess what Charles was doing? ;-)

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