Page 63 of Irresistible
“What will we do?”
He flopped back, releasing her, and she decided instantly that she wasn’t really tired.
“We’ll confront Mary and Gil.”
She sat up in surprise, looking down at him. “We will?”
He nodded. “I’ll explain in the morning. Well, in a few hours.”
“So we’ll be taking a nap?” She moved over him, throwing her leg across his hips.
He arched a brow. “I thought you said it was late.”
“It is, but I didn’t say that was a problem. It will just be a short nap. Unless you’d rather sleep.”
“I don’t wish to overtire you after your first foray.” He stroked her clitoris, and need thundered through her once more. “But I’m sure we can come up with something…satisfying.”
He cupped her neck and brought her down for a thoroughly torrid kiss.
Jess was beyond satisfied.
Chapter15
Sitting at the table, clothed and bewigged, Dougal poured tea for Jess while she finished her toilet in the dressing chamber. They’d barely spoken this morning. Was it because they were likely exhausted after their rather short nap? Or did she regret what had happened?
He did not. Indeed, he was an absolute scoundrel because he was eager to do it again. Even when he knew they must not.
Hell, they shouldn’t have done it last night. They were partners on a mission for the Foreign Office. They werepretendingto be married, for heaven’s sake, not actually doing so. Only it turned out they’d both been unable to ignore a very real and persistent attraction.
The gentleman he’d been raised to be said he should marry her now, that she deserved nothing less after he’d ruined her. Didn’t he need a countess? Hadn’t he revealed himself to her in ways he never had with another woman?
Except she didn’t want marriage. She’d been clear about her objective: spinsterhood with a dash of adventure. Perhaps more than a dash.
Jess emerged from the dressing chamber, her natural hair covered with the auburn wig and her face made into that of Mrs. Smythe. She wore a simple day gown of pale yellow with tiny blue flowers. She’d don a blue overdress before they went downstairs, and she’d transform from charming young miss to experienced wife in a matter of seconds.
He winced inwardly as he realized he could have been describing last night’s activities.
“The tea is here, thank goodness.” She hastened to the table and picked up her teacup for a quick sip. Her smiling gaze settled on him. “Perfection. Thank you.”
He knew precisely how to make her tea. And how much jam she liked on her bread. He also knew a bit of jam would inevitably get on her finger, and she’d lick it off. Every day she did that, he grew increasingly aroused watching her. What would happen today? Would he be more or less impassioned?
He couldn’t imagine being less, not after experiencing her passion firsthand. He wanted more, even as he knew he couldn’t have it. What they’d shared had been a one-time occurrence. Anything more, and he would insist on marriage.
“What is our plan today, then?” she asked as she spread jam on her bread. She took a bite and as expected, there was a smear of jam on her thumb. She inserted it between her lips and sucked away the fruit. He nearly groaned.
As it was, his cock began to lengthen. He shifted in his seat and sipped his tea in an effort to redirect his thoughts. Setting the cup back in the saucer, he picked up a piece of cheese. “We need to speak with Mrs. Farr before we confront the Chesmores.”
“I’m surprised we’ll confront them.” She took another bite of her bread.
“First, we’ll tell Mrs. Farr what we’ve concluded, that the evidence she shared is circumstantial, that everything is explained, and the answer is not that they are spies.”
Jess swallowed, then picked up her napkin to dab at her lips. “So it’s all just a series of coincidences. I thought you said only one was allowed.”
“I did say that. And I suppose these are coincidences, of a sort. However, people can look to be one thing while in actuality being another. As I’ve mentioned, this is not the first time I’ve investigated a potential spy only to learn they are not.” He popped the cheese into his mouth.
“Would you say the Chesmores seemed more or less likely than those instances?”
“I don’t think it matters, particularly since we’ve deduced they aren’t spies. Have you changed your opinion?”
