Lessons In Indiscretion
Series: The Merry Widows
Widowed Lady Julia Renwick is still young enough to crave a man’s touch; but she’s too old to think that the Earl of Bedingfield could see her as anything more than a family friend. Garrett Walker is handsome, charming and only 26 years old—the perfect catch for any one of this year’s debutantes.
Garrett has no interest in the maidens vying for his attentions. He wants only Julia. With just two weeks left in the season, he makes a bold move by asking her to dance. When she counters with a shocking request of her own, Garrett eagerly agrees.
Soon, they are stealing away for passionate encounters at every society event they attend. Garrett introduces Julia to excitements she never knew existed, and her newfound confidence quickly attracts other eligible men. It’s not long before Garrett realizes he must find a way to keep the lady all to himself…
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Dawn at RT Book Reviews Gave Lessons in Indiscretion Four Stars! "In the story, the character's only thoughts are for each other. It is both amusing and touching to watch the unconventional, yet adorable, relationship develop." You can read the rest of the review here.
Since the two of them had taken up this little affair, Julia had become the belle of the season. Men swarmed her at every event she attended, vying for a dance, a chance to offer her a refreshment or speak a few idle words. All the while he was nearby, observing, coveting her, wishing like hell he could tell the rest of her potential suitors to bugger off. She belonged to him.
But he couldn’t. Their relationship was a well-kept secret.
Jealousy flared deep. He took a sip from his glass and exhaled loudly as the spirits burned down his throat. Just looking at her drove him mad with desire. Watching her laugh at whatever the idiot she was dancing with had said. Just seeing her in another man’s arms made him want to tear the gloating arse from limb to limb. She was merely being polite, he was sure, for only one man could make her moan with pleasure from his touch alone. Only one man could make her come so hard she sobbed his name every single time she fell apart in his arms.
And he was that man.
The set ended, and she excused herself from her dance partner with a polite smile. Garrett had no clue who he was, not that it mattered. No one mattered but the woman who stood only feet away, clad in a gorgeous emerald-green gown that accentuated her lush figure. The color emphasized the creaminess of her skin, the darkness of her hair and eyes.
Her gaze drifted and met his for the briefest moment. He stared at her, bold as he pleased, and flicked his head toward the hall behind him, hoping she would catch the hint.
From the sudden tilt of her chin, she knew what he wanted.
After handing his empty glass to a servant who wandered past, he turned and pushed through the crowd, ignoring those who called his name, for there were many. Friends of his or the mothers who wanted to introduce him to their debutante daughters before the season ended in two days.
This…indulgence he was having with Julia would soon end. She’d made a whispered declaration to him one night while lying in bed. She’d been snuggled close in his arms after a particularly satisfying bout of lovemaking, and he hadn’t protested. Too enthralled with the silkiness of her skin, how her body fit so perfectly lying next to his.
Now he wondered if he’d made a mistake by letting her think he didn’t care about her beyond the occasional dalliance, which was their original agreement. Perhaps he should’ve told her how his feelings for her had grown. She thought their age difference was a hindrance, but he didn’t care. Hell, she made him careless. He always took great pains to ensure he didn’t climax inside a woman’s body. His mother would drop dead if he announced the impending arrival of his bastard child.
With Julia, he came inside her every single time, couldn’t imagine not doing so. And if she got with child, he’d marry her. Could only imagine what a fine mother she would make.
His need for her knew no bounds. He went to her every single night. They’d been together for a solid fortnight, staying up until all hours of the morning, naked. In bed. Against the wall, in her bathtub, in his carriage, on the floor, in a chair.
He strode into the hall and stopped at the first door he came upon, before opening it to discover a darkened library. The room smelled musty, the scent of old books lingered in the air and he left the door cracked, hopeful she’d discover where he was. He’d done it before; they’d done this before. Sneaking away from the other guests and fucking like mad, hidden away in another room where anyone could walk in on them at any given moment, but he didn’t care.
The need to be constantly inside her, possessing her—it wouldn’t leave him. She was a fire in his blood. He didn’t know what he’d do without her.
He shuddered and perished the thought.
Within moments she slipped inside and carefully shut the door behind her. He rushed toward her and pinned her between the door and his body with her back to his front. Her plump bottom brushed against his groin, and she cast a small smile over her shoulder.
“Couldn’t wait? I thought we were meeting at my house after the ball.”
“I couldn’t wait.” He breathed deeply of her scent, and her silky hair tickled his face.