AgeofInnocence by Eliza Lloyd Read Free Book Online

wrapped around him, but now that he was relaxed and feeling more in
control, he wondered how wonderful the final act would be, if he could stay
hard inside her while thrusting into her tight, wet sheath. And what if he
could go longer?
    His cock stirred a little at that thought, which did not
want to go away. When he was fully hard once again, he jumped to his feet and
sought out another drink. It took another hour before his riotous thoughts were
tamed.
    Lettie was vivid in his dreams that night and he woke in the
throes of not one, but two, extreme wet dreams, both while he was on his
stomach and thrusting into his mattress. He had a vague sense of suffocating
between her breasts and another where she had swallowed all of him—cock and
balls—while he’d stood naked at the Duchess of Pelham’s ball, drinking ratafia
and discussing a horse race at Newmarket.
    His horse had won.
    During the day, Ferd was not sure what to do with his wife.
    He lived in her home. She had her routine. The servants were
deferential but looked to her for guidance and each time he walked into the
spacious library there was the stark realization that nothing in it was his.
    The only thing in the home that belonged to him was Lettie
and he found adapting to marriage an uncomfortable and troublesome affair.
    He spent another day about town but without Lettie. His
friends were jovial and welcoming but there was a difference. He was a married
man now.
    And, curse it, he craved to be back at Whitfield House, if
not with her at least watching her. There was an incongruity between the
organized, efficient woman of the house and the wanton wench who had knelt
between his legs the last two nights.
    She had secured an agreement from him to attend a ball
tonight, at which he would normally have spent time playing cards. Instead, he
danced with her twice and the rest of the time he spent with his back up
against the wall so he was facing the dance floor at all times.
    At least he understood more of the rumors about her. Lettie
had a joie de vivre that was hard to explain, let alone capture. She
wasn’t quite decorous but one couldn’t say she was misbehaved either.
    “She will go home with you, Ford,” Charles Standifer
teased.
    “Now that he has her, he doesn’t know what to do with her,”
someone to his right said.
    He wasn’t really listening. Lettie was waltzing with a
viscount who seemed to pull her body close to his at every turn.
    “Ford, why not join me in a game of cards? Tonight I think I
would take all of your money along with half of your wife’s and you wouldn’t
even notice,” Standifer said.
    “Sure,” he mumbled.
    His drink had grown warm. He wasn’t hungry enough to stay
for the late supper so he called for their carriage. Lettie found him as he was
walking into the ballroom to fetch her.
    “We’re going home?” she asked as she entwined her arm in
his.
    “Yes. You don’t mind, do you?”
    “I will never mind when I get to go home with the most
handsome man in the room.”
    Ferd blushed and then glanced around to see who might have
observed his reaction.
    “We are married, Ferd. Everyone expects us to leave early.”
She smiled and raised her brows enticingly. “And frankly, I would wager they
are all jealous.”
    “Of me? No.”
    “Yes. And they are all imagining what will happen in the
carriage between now and our arrival home.”
    “Lettie.”
    “Ferd,” she mimicked before accepting the short pelisse that
matched her gown.
    Evidently he did not have much of an imagination when it
came to carriage rides. He was, however, starting to understand his wife’s
gazes.
    “Sit here, with me,” she said as the carriage jerked and
then began a smooth roll forward. She patted the cushion.
    Ferd threw aside his hat and scooted beside her. She clasped
his hand and held it close to her body, while sitting shoulder to shoulder. He
felt as though he trapped her in the corner. She squirmed for a better
position. “Are you