Page 15 of The Devil Himself
“Of course.” Yes. Luc was an earl. With an heir. He would do well to recall that at all times. “I’m sure you’re a fine father.”
“I try.” Luc mutilated the salmon on his plate with his knife. “And you? Have you any children?”
“God no.”
“That was definite,” Luc said, humor creeping back in.
“I am in no way obligated, thank God.” Not being the fourth son, an extra spare to be sure. And his proclivities did not run that way.
“No, I suppose not.” Luc pushed the fish aside, but the venison received more respect. It was the cake, however, that got Luc’s attention and admiration. He took his first bite and… moaned.
It was as sexual a sound as Rys had ever heard.
“Sweet tooth, hmm?” he murmured, wanting to lick Luc like the man was sucking on the fork.
“It’s amazing. You must try it.”
“Fergus has engaged a masterful pastry chef.” He did take a bite, and the tart lemon and smooth cream was indeed delightful. But Luc was enraptured.
He polished off one slice, then looked at the cart with a predatory eye.
“Go on, then. Have another.”
“I will, thank you.” Luc savored the second piece of cake, licking the fork and humming with pleasure.
And he immediately imagined that tongue on his cock. God help him, he needed to end this interlude.
As soon as they had finished a glass of brandy, Rys rose, angling his hips so Luc would not see his straining, erect member. “As pleasant as this has been, Fitzwilliam, I must get back to my club. My supper hour is over.”
The sensual, sated look on Luc’s face disappeared, his expression going blank. “Of course. Of course. Thank you for your help in this matter, Rys.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You are amassing favors owed to me.”
Luc moved to take up his coat, hat, and gloves, brushing past Rys in a rustle of fabric scented with leather and bergamot. “I am aware, and I always honor my debts. Good night to you, Rys.” Luc’s words came out tight and curt.
“Good night, Luc.”
He watched Luc go with real reluctance, then thumped his unruly cock with his middle finger to tame it down.
He was acting the fool. And it was time to get back to business.
Six
“My lord? Were you listening?”
Luc glanced up from his desk, where he had been studying account books with his man of affairs. “I’m afraid I was reading. What was that, Finley?”
“I said we might consider selling your interest in that canal improvement. I fear it is going to be a bust, but you can still sell at a profit now.”
“Do it, then.” What on earth was wrong with him? He could scarcely concentrate.
All he could think about the last few days was his supper with Rys Grey. About the way Rys’s mouth had looked when he’d been eating oysters.
And about the way Rys had been obviously erect all through their dinner.
His cock hardened in a rush, and he grunted, causing Finley to frown at him.
“Beg pardon, Finley. Go ahead and sell, then.”
