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Boston heiress, Felicity Wells, desperately needs to know how to please her future husband. She approaches the notorious Dr. Marcus Slade in hopes that he can teach her the ways of love's carnal delights. In return, he demands access to her dreams and fantasies. Can Felicity submit to the pleasure of his touch without losing her heart?
"Alice Gaines does a great job of seeing how high she can make you
climb theladder as far as sexual tension is concerned in this fine tale of
seduction." "Alice Gaines' latest sizzling novel had the smoke coming out of my
ears! Playful passion burns up the pages and shakes the starch out of Regency
England! Read The Seduction of Miss Felicity Wells--but have the fire
extinguisher handy!"
"Thank you," Dr. Slade said. He set his pen aside and reached toward Felicity. His fingers touched the top button of the shirt she wore, and she jumped nearly out of her skin. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. "I only want to look at your throat." She took a steadying breath and tried to relax as he unfastened the button and moved the fabric aside. He peered intently at her skin, at the violent flush that covered her neck and shoulders. Then he moved his hands to where the pulse beat at the base of her throat. He must have liked what he discovered there, because a tiny smile crossed his lips. He closed the shirt and studied her. "You're embarrassed." "Yes." "Is it only that? Or is there more reason for you to color like this?" She could lie. Anyone would be embarrassed to tell a story like that. He'd believe her if she lied. "There's more," she answered. "Much more." He made no comment but merely rose from his chair and walked to a book shelf, leaving her to sit where she was. Miserable and ashamed and excited beyond any reason. She hugged the shirt around her naked body and moved once again, trying to find some release. But everything she did made matters worse. After a moment, he returned with a large volume bound in leather. "I want you to look at some pictures and tell me how they make you feel." He resumed his seat and set the book in front of her. "What do you know about the male anatomy?" If it was possible for her skin to grow even hotter, it did. She could feel the blush to the roots of her hair. "I've seen my cat groom himself. I know there's something that grows stiff on a man the same way it does on my cat." "But you've never seen a man in that state." "No. Cousin Henry did push his hips against me that time, and I felt a hardness there. I assume that's what that was." "Charming fellow, your cousin Henry," he said. "You're not marrying him, I hope." "Certainly not. No one in my family can abide him." "Good." He opened the book, looking at the pages upside-down. "Look at this picture and tell me what you see." She glanced down and found a picture of a naked man and woman sitting on a blanket in a sunlit grove. A very distinct protuberance stuck straight out from the man's body. "It looks like a shaft, I imagine," she said. "And there's a rather large, reddened tip on the end." "Does it frighten you?" he said. "No," she answered. "That is, yes, a little. But it's not unattractive, either. It's compelling in an odd way." "Look at some more pictures," he said. She turned a page and found a brown-skinned couple, both partially clad. The man was fondling the woman's breast while she stroked his shaft. Both appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely. She turned another page, and a little cry of alarm escaped her lips before she could stop it. "What's wrong?" he said. "This man," she managed to gasp, looking down at the picture. It showed a man and woman in Asian dress. Preparing to couple, no doubt. But oh dear heaven, no one could be proportioned like this man. His thing was as thick as a woman's forearm and almost as long. "It isn't possible. No man could be built like this." Dr. Slade looked at the page and laughed. "That's shenga," he said. "A Japanese form where the size of the man's cock is exaggerated for stylistic purposes." "So, it isn't real?" "No." He turned the page and glanced at another picture. "This is more realistic for the average man." She studied another depiction of a male nude, his thick cock standing proudly erect. The proportions of this man seemed much more possible, but he was still very imposing, indeed. A woman was supposed to take something this large inside her body? "May I ask you a question?" she said, looking up and meeting Dr. Slade's gaze straight on. "You're made the same as these men, aren't you?" "Yes." "Are you as big as this man?" He looked again at the picture briefly. "Rather larger, actually." Oh dear heaven. "You'll see for yourself soon," he added. "All I'd need to do is stand before you now, and you'd get a very good idea of the size of my rod from the bulge in the front of my pants." She raised her hands to her lips. "You're in that, um, state now? Even as we sit here?" "I've been fully erect since you told me about your dream." He smiled at her, more than a hint of challenge in his eyes. "Would you like to see for yourself?" "Oh, dear," she gasped, too terrified and too fascinated to say yes or no. He rose and walked around the desk until he stood right in front of her. He parted the sides of his jacket, and true to his word, an enormous bulge distended his trousers. She stared at it and swallowed hard. Heaven help her, her fingers ached to touch the thing. To stroke him and see what he'd do. But she didn't. She just sat and gaped at him. After what seemed like several minutes, he reached out a hand toward her. "Come."
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