--The stand-alone sequel to His Voluptuous Governess--
When Hailie River, the governess of wealthy English author Rhys Ferdinand, catches the eye of a baron, she's thrilled for the chance to get out of the mansion. But more thrilling is how jealous this makes Mr. Ferdinand! He'll do anything to keep his voluptuous governess from courting the baron...including some steamy discipline! But is this enough for Hailie to convince him to court her instead? Warning: this 7300 historical erotic romance contains BBW sex, public masturbation, bondage, rough sex, belting, flogging, breathplay, and one secretly kinky billionaire; adults only!
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Excerpt:
It was near lights-out when a knock came at my door. “Yes?” I called.
Mr. Ferdinand let himself in. “I hope I’m not disturbing anything,” he said as he locked the door.
I was polishing my shoes as I sat on the end of the bed, still dressed. “No, sir.” I set down the shoes and rag. “How’s your writing?”
Mr. Ferdinand’s countenance warmed a little. “Rather hard to concentrate, you might imagine, after you got home.” He had a seat at my desk. “Why on earth would you tell me….”
“That I touched myself,” I confirmed. “With the baron. In public, technically.”
Rhys ran a hand over his face. “Yes. Why tell me that?”
“I thought you needed to know.” I kicked my legs, one knee over the other, so my skirt slightly rode up my milky, fleshy thighs. “That your governess is a slut and a scandal.”
Rhys winced. “You’re not – “
I cut him off. “Perhaps with a bit of discipline and guidance, all that could be straightened out.”
Rhys laughed lowly. “What, you’re in for a spanking?”
“You seemed to enjoy it the first time you gave me one,” I shot back. I reached to unbutton my blouse, but then Rhys moved to join me on the bed.
“Ms. River,” he said as he began to undress me. “That’s the least of what I’d enjoy doing to you.” He pushed my blouse off my shoulders and unclasped my brassiere.
So his jealousy had ignited something in him, something passionate and primal. Good. “I thought of you,” I said into his ear as he pushed his mouth to my pillowy breasts, “as I showed off in front of your friend.”
Rhys groaned against my skin, leaned back, and began to undo his belt. “You are a slut and a scandal,” he agreed as he pulled it off. “And I can’t justify touching you, Ms. River, until you’ve been corrected.”
