Page 58 of Seduced By a Scoundrel

“I love you, too—oh!” Jeremy let out a cry, and as he’d been stroking himself while Derrek thrust in him, he spilled himself in spectacular style over his belly.

That was all it took for Derrek to tip over the edge as well. A burst of possessive pride swelled in him as he spent himself within Jeremy. It was a perfect moment, the two of them finding bliss together.

“Beautiful,” Derrek managed to pant as he pulled out and flopped to Jeremy’s side. He pulled his beloved into his arms, kissing him until the two of them were too exhausted to stay awake. It did not matter what sort of threat they faced now, they would face it together.

Twenty

The sun rose warmly on the morning of June twentieth. While still half asleep, Jeremy felt something special about the day. It could have been the way Derrek’s body rose and fell under his in a steady, peaceful rhythm. They’d been cohabiting again for a month in the rooms above his shop on Jermyn Street, but Jeremy’s habit of sprawling all over his lover in his sleep was the same as it had been in their woodland cottage.

Everything had been lovely since Jeremy and Derrek had worked out their momentary burst of differences, especially since Conroy was no longer a threat. To say that their lives had intertwined quickly and peacefully after Derrek brought his things to Jermyn Street and put his boots up to stay would be a bit of an exaggeration. Jeremy’s home had not simply seen the introduction of one new person but two.

Clary had settled in quickly, and within a day, she had begun not only to assist Jeremy and the lads with the business already on Jeremy’s books, they had begun to investigate ways that they might purchase or lease the building behind Jeremy’s in order to carry out the magnificent plan of attached businesses with different fronts on different streets.

Miraculously, Jeremy and Clary had been able to find investors willing to provide the funds to purchase the other building. That did not, however, mean that Clary’s seamstress shop simply popped into existence. Even with the building purchased, the current tenants had several months left on their lease. Clary would only be able to claim that shop as her own once that lease had ended.

In the meantime, Jeremy had done whatever he could to introduce her to female members of theton. Already, Clary had gained a few clients, and although she was forced to visit them in their homes for consultations and measurements, her reputation was already growing.

So much so that she was up early, banging around in the hallway as she dragged what sounded like an armful of fabric bolts from an upstairs storeroom down to the workshop on the ground floor.

“That woman should be locked in her room until a decent hour of the morning,” Derrek mumbled, proving that he was awake after all, just.

Jeremy chuckled and propped his chin on Derrek’s shoulder. “Clary is a country morning lark,” he said, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “She accomplishes more before you or I get out of bed in the morning than most others do all day.”

“Yes, well, she could be quieter about it,” Derrek grumbled.

Jeremy smiled widely and pushed himself until he lay completely over Derrek’s prone form, straddling his hips so that their half-hard cocks rubbed against each other. “We could always make some noise to rival her,” he suggested in a low, warm tone.

Derrek made a sound of approval deep in his throat and slipped his large hands down Jeremy’s sides to caress his arse. “I’m always in favor of that.”

With a smile still touching his lips, Jeremy bent down to kiss Derrek. Because it was morning, it was not as much of a kiss as he would have liked, but it was the introduction to more that he needed.

He loved the way Derrek touched him, caressing his body as though he owned it and treasured it. In the month since they’d settled in together, Jeremy had lost all inhibitions when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. He was with someone he loved, so he did not have to worry about whether he was good enough or pleasing enough for his partner, as he once had. Beyond that, repetition of the act had made his body far more nimble and ready to accept intrusion without discomfort.

“I do love mornings,” Jeremy sighed, stretching over Derrek to retrieve the jar that sat constantly on the table beside the bed. “They fill me with such inspiration.”

“And you do like to be filled,” Derrek growled.

Jeremy laughed impishly and hurried through making use of the slippery substance on both himself and Derrek. A few moments later, he had positioned himself above Derrek’s groin, and with a few careful movements and Derrek’s help, he’d seated himself with Derrek firmly inside him.

“How did you become so wicked?” Derrek panted as Jeremy began a series of short, bouncing movements to create friction between them.

“It was all that fresh, forest air,” Jeremy panted, finding his rhythm.

Once he was certain of himself, he sat up so that he could display himself fully for his lover. Derrek loved to watch him pleasure himself on his cock. Derrek’s eyes lit with fire as he drank in the sight of Jeremy’s nimble body working over his. Judging by the direction of his gaze, Derrek was particularly keen on watching his thick length disappear into Jeremy over and over, complete with slapping, squelching sounds.

“Insatiable,” Derrek grunted, grabbing one of Jeremy’s hips with one hand and wrapping his other hand around Jeremy’s cock. “My insatiable dove.”

Jeremy made a pleasured sound at the feeling of Derrek’s hand closing around him and adjusted his movements to make the most of it. Pleasure enveloped him, driving him fast and hard toward the edge of the precipice that he so loved.

He was in no mood to wait or draw things out that morning, but to his surprise, as he began to come with a guttural shout, bells began to peal in the world outside. He laughed as ropes of cum painted his lover’s chest, delighted that all of London was celebrating his release with him.

Just as his energy began to flag, Derrek grabbed him and flipped their positions so that Jeremy lay under him. He thrust hard a few times, then groaned as his own orgasm flooded through him. Jeremy welcomed it, despite tipping into a moment of post-bliss discomfort. He loved having Derrek spend himself inside him, and though he would be mortified to admit it, he loved to feel the aftereffects of his lover’s seed seeping out of him.

Once Derrek was finished and collapsed to cradle Jeremy in his arms, the beautiful moment should have been over. They should have drifted back to sleep for several more minutes, maybe even an hour. But the bells outside were insistent.

Very insistent.

“Why are they still ringing?” Derrek asked, proving that he had noticed the ringing as well.

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