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What woman would steal a Peer of the Realm from a crowded London party? James Hardison, Marquis of Wortham awakes as prisoner of the woman who inflames all his passions. When she reveals herself to be Caroline Durant, Dowager Countess of Oakhurst, he realizes she's taken him to Sans Regret, the secret den of sin built by her late husband. James had hoped for an invitation during the Earl's lifetime. Now he's here for a private party, prisoner until Caroline exacts her revenge for something he didn't do. Caroline has him right where she wants him. The rake ruined her life by seducing her sister, forcing their parents to find a noble match for Caroline. Fobbed off on the abusive Earl, she was forced to serve as sexual plaything for his guests. Now she'll use Wortham's licentious nature against him. How could she have imagined he would arouse desires she didn't think she had? Exploring each other's passions, two strong-willed people come to know each other's souls. Reader Advisory: Contains brief F/F interaction and group sex.
"Wonderful job, Ms. Gaines! I enjoyed Caroline and James’ story. I hope you will return to this era soon because I think Abby is so worthy of love as well." --Victoria, Two Lips Reviews "Sans Regret is a wonderful and refreshing tale, especially in a historical category. There is just enough society thrown in for the time period without an overdose of political ramblings or war-torn stories. I loved it." -- Aris, Alternative Reviews
Sans Regret He closed the door and leaned against it. “Now suppose you tell me who you are.” “Why don’t you tell me what you intend to do?” He shrugged. “I could frig you right here on Blakely’s prized Oriental rug, I suppose. But since we can’t lock the door, someone might interrupt us.” “Then you’d better let me go.” “I’ll let you go far enough to get into my carriage so that I can take you home and frig you there in privacy.” “You do intend to frig me,” she said. “You’ve been inviting it all evening.” “I’ve done no such thing.” But the gleam in her eyes caught by the light of the fire in the hearth suggested quite the opposite. She knew what effect she had on him. She reveled in it. “My dear madam, whoever you are, that gown shows off every delight of your figure, from the plushness of your breasts…” He removed his mask and dropped it to the floor. “Your nipples are hard. Did you know that?” She covered her breasts with her hands but the gesture held no innocence. Rather she seemed to squeeze them gently, making them swell above the already low neckline of her dress. “Doing that only emphasizes the fullness of your bosom,” he said. “You like my bosom, then?” “Like is far too tame a word. I delight in every part of you.” She smiled. “Tell me more.” “Your neck looks like a long stretch of heaven. I could spend hours devouring it. You’re belly’s nicely rounded. I’d explore that too.” “What else?” “When a man sees thighs like yours, he wants nothing more than to wear them around his ears.” She smiled and the light of challenge entered her eyes. “You can see my thighs?” “I can see the outline under that material. If I put my mind to it, I can imagine the shape of your cunt.” She put her hand over her mouth and giggled. “You’re quite depraved, aren’t you?” He took a step toward her. “Allow me to show you how depraved.” “With my thighs around your ears?” “Exactly.” “Interesting.” She bit her lip again for a moment. “But I think not.” Enough play. If she truly didn’t want him, she would have pretended shock, slapped his face and left. She hadn’t even made an attempt at the door but stood there driving him wild with her looks. His cock hadn’t fully softened since he’d first seen her in the ballroom. Now it stood at full attention and throbbed, begging for relief. “Let me convince you I’m worth a tumble.” Slowly, he moved closer. She looked at him warily but didn’t back up. “How?” “A kiss. Just one innocent kiss.” He’d start that way but if he read her right, nothing she’d do in return would be innocent. He approached her, his arms by his sides. She let him get just near enough to touch her and then jumped away at the last minute. “You’ll have to be faster than that,” she said in the throaty voice that went right to his gut. “I can be as fast as you want,” he said. “Or as slow.” She giggled again and slipped away but toward a corner of the room. Either a tactical mistake, that, or she was helping him to trap her. In fact she may have deliberately led him to the hallway and this room while pretending to escape him. Clever thing. Far too clever. He spread his arms wide and approached her again, pressing her back into the corner. She feinted right but he countered. Truly agile, she’d be devilishly tricky to catch if she wanted to get away. This was all show, though, and she finally allowed him to back her completely into the corner. Once he had her there, he reached for her mask but she put up a hand to block him. Very well, they’d do this with her identity hidden. He rested his hands on the walls on either side of her head and leaned toward her. Heat flared in her eyes briefly before she leaned back and closed them. Her lips parted on a sigh and he could have taken them. Instead he studied her face, reveling in the anticipation. The mask hid most of her features but he could still drink in the floral scent of her hair and wonder at the softness of the skin along her jaw and throat. Her lips promised sweetness—the bottom one rather fuller than the top, but both a deep corral in the firelight. He nuzzled her ear with his nose and she let out a tiny gasp. “I thought you meant to kiss me, my lord,” she said without opening her eyes. “I do.” He kissed the tip of her nose, just exposed by her mask. “I will.” “I’m sure I shall swoon.” “Let’s see, shall we?” He touched his lips to hers lightly. Enough for a taste, no more. “Swooning yet?” “I can’t say for sure. Try again.” He kissed her a second time, this time pressing his mouth to hers and sampling the honey there. His heart raced but he held himself back. After a moment of near bliss he pulled away. “Feeling more swoonish now?” “Oh yes, my lord,” she whispered. “If I were to collapse, would you catch me?” “Any gentleman would.” “Then please, do kiss me again.” “I can forbid you nothing.” He took her lips, this time with all the hunger in him. He plundered her mouth with his own, taking each lip separately into his mouth to suck and then following with his tongue. She leaned her body into his and he finally took her in his arms, pulling her against him. Softness everywhere as her breasts pressed against his chest and her belly met his aching rod, even through layer upon layer of clothing. The silk of her costume slid under his palms as he massaged the length of her. Past her shoulders, over her back and down to sweetly rounded buttocks. He cupped them, squeezing gently. In his mind’s eye, he could see them, pale against the crimson of his engorged cock. The vision made him mad with lust. In all his life, not even with his first willing female, had a woman heated his blood to such a boil. She opened her mouth and met his tongue with her own. More. He needed more. After curling his fingers into her hair, he pulled her head back and moved to her throat. She swayed in his arms as his lips moved over her impossibly soft skin, sucking and nipping. Still it wasn’t enough. He needed every inch of her and part of her soul too. He needed to feel her shatter in climax and then join her. |
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