Simply Voracious by Kate Pearce

finally found each other just as your path is so unsure.”
    “You don’t need to worry. I won’t bed anyone if I marry.”
    Helene smiled. “That remains to be seen. Perhaps you should also talk about that with your potential wife.” She held his stare. “I did say that you should be completely honest with her, didn’t I? Just because you are tied together doesn’t mean that neither of you can ever have a lover.”
    “I hadn’t thought of that. It seems . . . deceitful somehow.”
    Madame shrugged. “Only if one of you is lying to the other, surely? If you are both happy about it, and let’s be honest, there are many married couples in the ton who have similar arrangements, then why shouldn’t you?”
    Paul simply stared at her as a thousand new possibilities flooded his thoughts. “Thank you.”
    “Don’t thank me, thank the fact that you might be marrying a woman who sees exactly who you are and still loves you anyway. Don’t you think you might do the same for her?”
    Paul nodded and walked out into the hallway. Madame had a way of seeing through conventional problems that sometimes astounded him. He liked to consider himself unconventional, but when it came down to it, it seemed he was too worried about exposing Lucky and her family to the scorn and ridicule of society.
    He paused to look down the stairway at the now busy first level. Was Constantine already here? He couldn’t think about that. He had no idea how his lover was going to react to his abrupt withdrawal from their relationship. But did he really know Lucky at all either? If she had been forced . . . His hand tightened on the banister. She might not even know what she wanted physically, or her view of what was normal might be scarred for good. He could help her with that. At least he could do that....
    Paul set off along the corridor to the servants’ door and used his passkey to access the dimly lit narrow stairs that went down to the kitchen. He’d force down some food, and prepare Christian Delornay, the new owner of the pleasure house, for the fact that he might not be offering his sexual services any longer. He couldn’t decide if Christian would be pleased to be rid of him or annoyed at his loss. But that wasn’t his problem. He had far more important things to worry about after all.

5
    Constantine sat quietly drinking a glass of brandy in one of the second-floor salons and watched the erotic tableau unfolding in front of him. Two men and two women were entangled on the low bed in the center of the room, and all of them were engaged in some kind of sexual congress with at least one of the others. He angled his head to try and work out which appendage belonged to which of the writhing bodies but it still wasn’t clear.
    As always, his gaze was drawn more to the women than the men, but he appreciated all of the erotic sights. One of the men was blond and slim and reminded him of Paul St. Clare. Constantine found himself smiling as he thought of his new lover’s remarkable skill in bed. He’d never met a man like Paul before, or felt quite so sexually aroused since his days in Russia. Just thinking about the things Paul could do with his mouth made Constantine’s cock twitch.
    “All alone, sir?”
    “Not anymore.”
    He looked up into Paul’s smiling face and rose to his feet. Paul had his back to the center of the room. Constantine stepped close and deliberately palmed the other man’s cock. “I was just thinking about you.”
    Paul’s pupils dilated and he pushed himself into Constantine’s hand. “And I wanted to talk to you.”
    “Can I fuck you first?” Con asked. “I’m desperate.” He nuzzled Paul’s ear and bit down on the lobe. “I’ll be quick, I swear it.”
    “Here?”
    Con almost came in his breeches at that salacious thought. He could just see Paul bent over the back of the couch while he pumped himself deep and hard into the other man’s arse.... He knew Paul had no qualms about being publicly