A Taste of Sin by Connie Mason Read Free Book Online Page B

Besides wanting to take my child back to Cornwall with you and passing it off as your husband’s? What we just shared tonight indicates that we are remarkably compatible.
    “You have a passionate nature, whether you realize it or not, and if you want to become pregnant, who am I to discourage you? If you’re serious about what you just told me, I want you for myself. I want you for my mistress.”
    Christy regarded him solemnly. This relationship was progressing faster than she had expected. A perverse devil inside her made her ask, “Will you remain faithful to me during the length of our association?”
    “Is that what you want?”
    “Those are my terms.” If Sinjun stayed faithful to her during the three months she remained in town, she suspected it would be three months longer than he had ever been faithful in his marriage.
    “Very well, I accept your terms. But the same holds true for you. I will be your only lover for the duration of our alliance, and you will take no other man to your bed. Shall I rent a house for you, or will yours do? I’ll expect you to accompany me to social events, of course. And to let me visit whenever I feel the need.”
    He grinned at her. “And speaking of need…” He grasped her hand and brought it to his loins. “See what you do to me? I can’t recall when I’ve been so quickly aroused by a woman. You’re deliriously different from any woman I’ve every known, my lady.”
    Christy took his words with a grain of salt. A notorious rake like Sinjun probably said that to all the women he bedded. He oozed charm from every pore; she suspected he could charm the wallpaper off the walls and women out of their petticoats simply by flashing that devastating smile of his. Her thoughts scattered when he lowered his head and kissed her.
    He nudged her lips with his tongue and she opened eagerly to him, meeting his tongue with her own, finding herself helplessly drawn into the web of his seduction. With a sigh of capitulation, she gave herself up to his loving.
    Christy learned volumes about her husband that night. She learned that he was a perfectionist when it came to sexual matters. Nothing was left half done. He gave of himself with enthusiasm and passion and expected no less from her. She couldn’t have held back if she’d wanted to, for Sinjun wouldn’t have allowed it. With hands, mouth, and tongue, he gave her more pleasure than she had ever thought possible. And during the long hours before dawn, he taught her to please him in ways she’d never imagined.
    When night faded into a new day, Sinjun slipped out of bed and dressed in the gray dawn of morning.
    “The Ravensdale ball is the first big event of the Season,” Sinjun said. “Wear something fetching tonight. I want to show you off to the ton. I’ll be the envy of Londontown when I walk into the ball with you on my arm.”
    “You are always the talk of Londontown,” Christy observed dryly. “I’ll go masked, of course.”
    “If it pleases you. I suppose most women will wear masks, since it’s all the rage.” He bent and brushed her lips with his. “Just remember, you belong to me and I guard my possessions jealously.”
    Christy stiffened. What an arrogant lout, she thought dispassionately. He was possessive of all his women except one. His own wife. It was no more than she’d expected from an Englishman. She hoped she could put up with his arrogance for the time it took to get with child. As for his lovemaking, though she hated to admit it, she could put up with that forever. She hadn’t wanted to enjoy it, but what red-blooded woman could remain unmoved by a man as sensual and accomplished as Lord Sin? Though her experience was limited, she seriously doubted a man existed who could challenge his reputation as a fabulous lover.
    “I’ll pick you up at ten,” Sinjun continued when the silence grew between them. “I hope you’re not planning on dancing till dawn, for I doubt I can wait that long to have