Sacked (To Love a Governess Regency Short) by Jane Charles Read Free Book Online Page A

he could no longer hold back and had to be in her.   Deep inside and love her the only way he knew how.   He hoped she understood the words he had been afraid to say, and wondered when he would have the nerve to tell her that he loved her, and had for a very long time.  
    Even though Elizabeth had shared her body with him, given him the thing that can only be gifted to one man, did not mean she was in love with him. Perhaps passion simply over-ruled reason.
    No, he couldn’t think it was only passion.   Elizabeth was a lady and they did not simply give their virginity without emotion. She had to care. He wouldn’t accept anything else.   But the question was, how much?
    Elizabeth shifted in her sleep and brought a thigh up over his legs, brushing his bullocks.   He started to grow hard again, eager to make love to her, but he would not. For now he would let her rest. Tomorrow, if they were lucky enough to be snowed in, he would show her the many other ways they could find pleasure.
     
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    Sunlight streamed through the window and Elizabeth rolled to her side so that it was no longer   in her eyes.   Her room was never sunny. Where was that light coming from?
    As the fog of sleep lifted from her mind Elizabeth began to recall exactly where she was, and with whom!
    She pulled the counterpane up to her chin and looked over her shoulder.   Jared lay on his back, arm over his head, snoring.   His chest was bare and visions from the night before came back to haunt her.  
    What had she done?
    Elizabeth willed the panic away. She did exactly what she wanted and there was no point in being sorry now. Besides, now that her moment of panic had passed, she didn’t regret anything and was grateful it had happened.   Isn’t this what she had wanted, for months?   He was the one she thought about in her lonely bed, wondering what his kiss would be like, his touch, his skin. Now she knew in great detail, and so much more.   And, she would never forget.  
    It was also over.   She could never go back to teaching his nieces after what they had done. Even if he wished to put it behind then, she never could. How could she stand in his library, report on their progress and pretend he hadn’t made love to her, or made her cry out with pleasure.  
    Nor would she be his mistress. That was the only option after what she allowed him to do to her body.   She may no longer be a virgin, or marriageable, but she refused to become a kept woman.   Soon she would come into her inheritance and would be able to live quite comfortably on her own.  
    To make all this happen however, she needed to be away before he awoke.   She anticipated arguments from him on both points and if he looked at her with those blue eyes and cocked a smile, she knew she would agree to anything, and be sorry for it later. It was best to leave now.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Jared woke to an empty bed. He stretched and reached for Elizabeth but her side of the bed was cold. Sitting up, he looked around the small room. It was empty of her, and her clothing.   Perhaps she had gone downstairs for a bite to eat. He wished she wouldn’t have. He would have been more than happy to have a tray delivered and then she would have never had to leave this warm bed.
    He rolled out of bed and located his clothing on the opposite side on the floor and quickly dressed. There was a clean, unwrinkled set in the room he was supposed to have shared with John, but he didn’t think to grab it before he knocked on her door. There was also a bag with two days’ worth clothing the nurse had seen packed. “If you get snowed in, Miss Claywell will be glad to have something else to wear,” the woman had insisted.   Jared didn’t dare tell the nurse he planned to strip Miss Claywell naked and not let her dress again until it was time to leave. Instead, he took the bag. It was also in the room with John.
    He scanned the common room for Elizabeth but she was not among the