The Gentleman Who Loved Me (Heart of Enquiry Book 6)(73)



“Sweetheart, you haven’t even seen your surprise.”

She canted her head. “I haven’t?”

He reached over to the wall, sliding open a panel that had been camouflaged by the pattern of the wallpaper. A pair of viewing holes appeared, and the sudden swell of sound caused goose-pimples to prickle over Rosie’s skin.

“Here’s your surprise. Go on,” he said huskily. “Have a look.”

Leaning forward, she did.

Her eyes widened at the sight of men and women—a dozen, maybe more—frolicking inside a circular arena decorated in a style reminiscent of the Near East. Blue arabesque tiles covered the walls, gauzy material flowing in the white plaster archways. Thick rugs and large jewel-colored cushions covered the floor, upon which people were engaging in astonishing sexual acts.

Rosie’s gaze landed on a blonde, whose breasts bounced as she gyrated atop a man reclined on pillows. Her eyes migrated over to a redhead kneeling in front of another male. His scarlet member pointed at her like a lance, and she wrapped her hand around it, dragging her fist up and down…

Nearby, a dark-haired fellow was rutting a brunette, who was positioned on her hands and knees—like a farmyard animal! When a blond man approached, she winked at him… then took his cock in her mouth. Her voluptuous body jiggled as she was jousted between her partners, one at each end…

Reeling at the vibrant debauchery, Rosie turned to Andrew. His eyes had a wicked, seductive gleam. Her breasts tingled, her pussy moistening in a hot rush.





Chapter Thirty


As the sounds of boisterous fucking filled the room, Andrew reflected that he was right about his naughty minx. She liked to watch.

He’d observed her titillated response the last time she was at his club, when he’d mentioned the viewing holes. Then there’d been her delightfully wanton response to the looking glass above her bed. Thus, he’d thought to give her the ultimate voyeuristic experience: observing the play in the Sultan’s Seraglio.

As she perched on his lap, her cheeks were flushed, her tits surging, the tight tips visible beneath the gold silk. Her arousal was a potent aphrodisiac. Against her arse, his prick was steel-hard and throbbing with a heartbeat of its own.

“Do they know they’re being observed?” she whispered.

“Yes. It’s part of the allure.” He nuzzled her ear, feeling her shiver all the way in his bollocks. “Those who seek out the Sultan’s Seraglio enjoy being watched during sex. And for those who want to only observe, there are five other private viewing rooms like this one.”

“But what we’re doing—isn’t it terribly wicked?” She bit her lip.

“No rules but what we make, remember? You’re safe to explore your desires with me.” He caressed her shoulder. “I want to know what arouses you. I want you to know what arouses you.”

Her gaze veered back to the viewing hole, and he saw what caught her attention: Jilly, one of his lustiest and most sought-after wenches, was entertaining two of the customers simultaneously. The brunette’s skills were on full display as she took a ramming from the rear while performing fellatio with genuine enthusiasm.

Primrose suddenly tensed, and Andrew’s gaze shot to her face. Seeing her lips tremble, he wondered if he’d made a miscalculation. What went on in the orgy room was as common as bread and butter for him—but for her? While naturally sensual, she was recently a virgin and a well-bred one at that. Modesty was as ingrained in her as depravity was in him.

He silently cursed himself for his stupidity. For forgetting the differences between the two of them—for taking her too far into the darkness of his world. As an apology surfaced on his lips, she suddenly ducked her head, tucking it into the crook of his neck.

Her words were whisper-soft against his throat. “I find watching quite… titillating.”

That she had the courage to own her desires humbled him. And the fact that she trusted him—Christ, it was a feeling like no other. Pride expanded his chest.

“It’s a natural reaction, love.” He stroked her cheek. “And you’re a passionate woman.”

“I feel all awash,” she said in a soft rush.

She was trembling with need, with the arousal that she hadn’t yet learned to control.

Tenderness and lust surged through him. “I’ll take care of you. Trust me, sweetheart…”

He claimed her mouth, drinking in her sweetness while he untied her robe, pushing the silk off her shoulders. He cupped her breast, pinching the bold tip, and she moaned against his lips. Hell, they’d hardly begun, and she was about to go off like a Roman candle. Reaching between her thighs, he groaned at her lushness. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her pearl and drove two fingers into her tight sheath—and that was all it took.

Her cry of release made his cock jerk, pre-spend dampening the tip. He growled with pleasure as her cunny milked his fingers. When she was done, he brought his hand to his mouth, and, holding her passion-dazed eyes, licked her honey from his fingers.

“Goddamn, you’re sweet,” he said thickly.

Cheeks pink, she said, “But I… it was over so quickly.”

“It’s not over.” He took her mouth, sharing her delectable flavor with her, smiling when she quivered. “Sunshine, we’re just beginning.”

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