Then Lord Lipscombe guided his wife’s hand to her mound and had her touching herself while he continued thrusting into her. His hands moved to her full breasts and he pinched her nipples. Vivi gasped as her own breasts suddenly felt strangely heavy and needy. Thankfully, Lady Lipscombe was currently in the midst of making far more noise than she had, yet again. They didn’t notice her.
She moved ever-so-slightly closer to them, careful not to disturb anything. Lord Lipscombe kept molding and tugging at his wife’s breasts. Vivi’s hands went to her own, pinching her extremely taut, swollen nipples through the sheer fabric of her nightrail. It was nothing short of miraculous that she didn’t moan aloud her relief. Her pulse roared as one hand moved lower, lifting the hem of her gown and delving inside to her most secret place.
TWO
“ I’m calling it a night, Holbrook,” Lord Tucker Flynn said, pushing his cards across the table as he shoved his chair back from the table. “You’ll have to find some other dunce to cheat the rest of the night.”
The earl looked around the darkened room at the stragglers still hanging about. At this late hour, few remained, save those gentlemen such as Holbrook (if he could truly be called that) who had no wife to join above stairs. Well, truth be told, Holbrook had a wife. Just not one above stairs.
The rest of them, in general, were unmarried. Tucker and Viscount Raynesford, however, were exceptions to that general rule.
“ Raynesford,” Holbrook called out, “you look like a man eager to lose some coin to my superior skill. Take over for Flynn.”
The viscount didn’t even bother to look up from his book on horse breeding. “Not tonight. You’d do better trying my brother.” His voice was a slow drawl as he turned the page. “But you’d have to return to London to do that.”