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Bollocks, it was Evie. Ada gestured toward her desk and urgently whispered, “Hide under there!”
Max scrambled to do her bidding. When he was stuffed underneath, Ada took a steadying breath and went to the door.
Opening it, she summoned a bright smile. “Evie.”
“Is everything all right?” Evie stepped into the room, forcing Ada to move aside. “I heard there was a man up here and that he required your help.” She looked about, her gaze lingering on the doorway to Ada’s bedchamber. Ada should have sent him in there to hide under her bed instead.
“Ah, yes.”
Evie turned to face her. “It was Warfield.”
Ada spit out an explanation without forethought. “He just wanted a plate of food sent up. I told him I’d take care of it. He’s gone back to his room now.”
“Why didn’t he just ask a footman for that on his own bloody side of the club?”
Shrugging, Ada said, “You know he can be difficult.”
“Men,” Evie muttered.
“Indeed,” Ada agreed with a nod.
Evie cocked her head. “It’s odd that he came in search of you. Is there something between you?” Again, she glanced toward the bedroom.
“We’re friends. He’s, ah, uncomfortable here in London, I think. I’m familiar.” Ada would have believed that argument. She hoped Evie would.
“I’m glad you’re his friend. It sounds as though he needs one.” Evie started to turn toward the door. “Are you coming back down?”
“In a bit. I remembered there is something I need to take care of.” Ada went to sit behind her desk, hoping that if she looked busy, Evie would leave.
“Always working,” Evie murmured. “I’d tell you not to, but I know it makes you happy.”
“Yes.” Ada nearly jumped from the chair as Max’s warm hand closed around her calf. She fought to remain still as he caressed her through the thin layer of her stocking.
“I’ll see you later.” Evie let herself out, closing the door behind her.
Ada looked down at Max crouched in the keyhole of her desk. “What on earth are you doing? Were you trying to announce your presence?”
He pushed her chair back with his other hand and came forward, but stayed on his knees. “I was not. I’m afraid, unlike you, that I couldn’t resist. Shagging might be out, but when you said I wanted a plate of food, I came up with another idea, if you’re amenable.” He skimmed his hand up her leg, sliding from the back of her knee to the top of her thigh.
She could imagine what he had in mind, and what remained of her resistance fled. “Oh.” That was all she could manage to say.
He used his free hand to lift her skirt, settling it atop her lap. “Does that mean I may continue?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Splendid.” He slid both hands under her gown and clasped the tops of her thighs. “Open your legs.”
Ada didn’t need to be told. She parted for him and slumped down slightly, moving her pelvis toward him.
He pushed her dress up to her waist, exposing her flesh to the air and his gaze. “So lovely,” he murmured as he stroked her folds.
Pressing her head back against the chair, Ada sucked in a breath. He teased her, his fingertips gliding along her sex and rubbing her clitoris. She closed her eyes and focused only on his touch.
His tongue replaced his fingers, and she arched from the chair with a soft cry, desperate for more. He guided her legs to his shoulders and cupped her from behind. Then he buried himself between her thighs, his lips and tongue savagely devouring her.
Ada moaned and lost herself in him. This wasn’t a new experience for her, and yet it was unlike anything she’d ever known. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she knew she’d never have enough of him. Pleasure soared inside her, and she clutched his head, her fingers digging into his scalp. She thrust up, moving against him without care or shame.
He held her backside, his hands massaging her while keeping her steady in the midst of her abandon. She felt wild, untamed, glorious. Suddenly, his thumb was against her clitoris once more, and sensation exploded within her. Muscles clenching, she cried out over and over again as ecstasy pummeled her body.
