The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Roland Blanchet smiled as he made the introduction. ", allow me to present Mr. Felix Valentine—young, successful, and quite the catch."
The musky scent of Felix's cologne sent an unexpected shiver down 's spine. Flushing pink, she extended her slender hand with a playful smile. "Mr. Valentine, you're absolutely dashing."
Felix took her fingers gently, his gaze lingering. "And you're breathtaking, my dear."
This was new for —this immediate, electric attraction.
There was something irresistible about Felix. Just sitting beside him made her skin prickle with heat, as if invisible fingers were tracing the curves of her full breasts and teasing between her thighs.
She shifted in her seat, already wet with anticipation.
Roland gave her a pointed look. ", don't just sit there. Pour the wine—let's have a toast."
After three glasses, Roland suddenly stood. ", I have business to attend. Keep Mr. Valentine entertained—don't let him grow bored." Turning to Felix, he added, "My apologies. will see to your needs."
The moment Roland left, understood exactly why she'd been left alone with this man.
Facing Felix's raw masculinity, her body burned with desire. She felt like a girl again—desperate to surrender completely, to feel him driving deep inside her with relentless force.
She let her hand trail along Felix's thigh with a throaty laugh. "Mr. Valentine, you're not just handsome—you're built like a Greek god. Even a proper lady can't help but notice."
Felix, equally aroused, caught her hand and caressed it. "Your skin is like silk."
Lost in passion, forgot all about her invalid husband. Guiding Felix's hand to her full breast, she gasped, "They're even softer here. Touch me."
When his strong fingers closed around her, a whimper escaped her lips.
Pleasure surged through her—intense, unfamiliar waves Roland had never given her.
She needed to be dominated, her body trembling with need. Her hands explored Felix until they found the hard length straining against his trousers.
Thick as her wrist, it made her shudder.
It had been so long since she'd felt this fire. She needed him now—before she came undone right there in the parlor.
As her fingers struggled with his belt, Felix stopped her with a knowing grin. "Sweetheart, we're far too exposed here. My room's upstairs. Shall we?"
The musky scent of Felix's cologne sent an unexpected shiver down 's spine. Flushing pink, she extended her slender hand with a playful smile. "Mr. Valentine, you're absolutely dashing."
Felix took her fingers gently, his gaze lingering. "And you're breathtaking, my dear."
This was new for —this immediate, electric attraction.
There was something irresistible about Felix. Just sitting beside him made her skin prickle with heat, as if invisible fingers were tracing the curves of her full breasts and teasing between her thighs.
She shifted in her seat, already wet with anticipation.
Roland gave her a pointed look. ", don't just sit there. Pour the wine—let's have a toast."
After three glasses, Roland suddenly stood. ", I have business to attend. Keep Mr. Valentine entertained—don't let him grow bored." Turning to Felix, he added, "My apologies. will see to your needs."
The moment Roland left, understood exactly why she'd been left alone with this man.
Facing Felix's raw masculinity, her body burned with desire. She felt like a girl again—desperate to surrender completely, to feel him driving deep inside her with relentless force.
She let her hand trail along Felix's thigh with a throaty laugh. "Mr. Valentine, you're not just handsome—you're built like a Greek god. Even a proper lady can't help but notice."
Felix, equally aroused, caught her hand and caressed it. "Your skin is like silk."
Lost in passion, forgot all about her invalid husband. Guiding Felix's hand to her full breast, she gasped, "They're even softer here. Touch me."
When his strong fingers closed around her, a whimper escaped her lips.
Pleasure surged through her—intense, unfamiliar waves Roland had never given her.
She needed to be dominated, her body trembling with need. Her hands explored Felix until they found the hard length straining against his trousers.
Thick as her wrist, it made her shudder.
It had been so long since she'd felt this fire. She needed him now—before she came undone right there in the parlor.
As her fingers struggled with his belt, Felix stopped her with a knowing grin. "Sweetheart, we're far too exposed here. My room's upstairs. Shall we?"
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