life? Its history is ancient, and its interiors are reputed to be magnificent, but the exterior is square, squat, and profoundly ugly.”
As they galloped past the next mansion, Anson asked, “We won’t pass it today, but have you ever seen Osterley Park?”
“Yes. Its white columns are graceful, but they are at serious odds with the red brick.”
“A marriage made in hell,” he jested.
A phrase that jumps to mind when you think of your parents. “What was it Horace Walpole said about its ornate drawing room?”
“He said it was worthy of Eve before the Fall.”
Harry threw back her head and laughed. “He was such a witty sod!”
They galloped through Kew Gardens and followed the Thames as it curved down toward Richmond, and the pair slowed their pace to enjoy the lush view. “There’s no one about. How would you like to ride hell for leather?”
“I saw you do it once.” You looked like a centaur. She gave him a wistful glance. “I’d love to, but I don’t want to hurt my palfrey.”
“I’ll take you up before me, unless you are afraid.” He knew it would goad her into doing it.
“You’re on! I’m afraid of neither man nor beast.” She dismounted and tied her horse’s reins to a tree. Then she strode to his side and raised her arms.
He lifted her before him, intending to let her ride sideways, but she put her legs astride, never heeding that the slit in her riding skirt tore open to accommodate her.
“Ready?” he whispered in her ear, as he pulled her body between his thighs.
“Ready!” she cried, and he dug in his heels.
They thundered through the park as if his hunter had been struck by lightning. He felt her hair stream backward, and brush against his cheek. She felt his cock pressing against her bum. The sensation of the wind rushing past her, and Anson’s hard thighs gripping her, gave her a feeling of exhilaration she’d never experienced before.
As they galloped back to her mount, Thomas made the decision to stop at an inn so they could refresh themselves before they returned to London.
He drew rein. “I wouldn’t dream of inviting you into an inn if they didn’t have a lovely private garden at the back. I’m sure you are in need of sustenance.”
“Can you hear my belly rolling?” she teased.
He dismounted in one fluid motion and held up his arms. She came down to him, ignoring her torn skirt and exposed legs. He set her feet to the ground, but his powerful hands held her against him for a long, drawn-out moment.
Thomas Anson is attracted to me. The wooing has begun!
A hostler took their horses, and side by side they walked around to the back of the inn. Thomas opened a gate and they entered a walled garden.
“Oh, it is delightful! I don’t know how you found it, but it reminds you of the walled garden at Shugborough.”
Thomas felt surprise. “You remember the garden?”
“Absolutely! Whenever I think of it, I smell jasmine and honeysuckle.”
They sat at a rustic table and a mobcapped maid came to serve them. Thomas ordered a hearty breakfast of ham, sausage, eggs, lamb kidneys, and a jug of ale. That’s hardly a meal for a lady. “What would you like?”
“I’ll have the same and some fried bread.” Harry rolled her eyes and licked her lips.
Thomas thought perhaps she was being facetious, but when the food came, Harry reached for the bread and tucked right in. He poured her a mug of ale, which she drank without hesitation. He almost smiled. “You have a strong man’s appetite.”
Harry wiped her mouth on her linen napkin. “And not just for food.”
No, you have a hunger for excitement and an appetite for the finer things of life. I own something you desire—Shugborough. Your family owns something I desire. Thomas cautioned himself: She is an outrageous minx. It could be a match made in hell. He took her hand, pressed his lips to her wrist, and felt her pulse beating wildly.
Chapter Four
“H arry, you are extremely
As they galloped past the next mansion, Anson asked, “We won’t pass it today, but have you ever seen Osterley Park?”
“Yes. Its white columns are graceful, but they are at serious odds with the red brick.”
“A marriage made in hell,” he jested.
A phrase that jumps to mind when you think of your parents. “What was it Horace Walpole said about its ornate drawing room?”
“He said it was worthy of Eve before the Fall.”
Harry threw back her head and laughed. “He was such a witty sod!”
They galloped through Kew Gardens and followed the Thames as it curved down toward Richmond, and the pair slowed their pace to enjoy the lush view. “There’s no one about. How would you like to ride hell for leather?”
“I saw you do it once.” You looked like a centaur. She gave him a wistful glance. “I’d love to, but I don’t want to hurt my palfrey.”
“I’ll take you up before me, unless you are afraid.” He knew it would goad her into doing it.
“You’re on! I’m afraid of neither man nor beast.” She dismounted and tied her horse’s reins to a tree. Then she strode to his side and raised her arms.
He lifted her before him, intending to let her ride sideways, but she put her legs astride, never heeding that the slit in her riding skirt tore open to accommodate her.
“Ready?” he whispered in her ear, as he pulled her body between his thighs.
“Ready!” she cried, and he dug in his heels.
They thundered through the park as if his hunter had been struck by lightning. He felt her hair stream backward, and brush against his cheek. She felt his cock pressing against her bum. The sensation of the wind rushing past her, and Anson’s hard thighs gripping her, gave her a feeling of exhilaration she’d never experienced before.
As they galloped back to her mount, Thomas made the decision to stop at an inn so they could refresh themselves before they returned to London.
He drew rein. “I wouldn’t dream of inviting you into an inn if they didn’t have a lovely private garden at the back. I’m sure you are in need of sustenance.”
“Can you hear my belly rolling?” she teased.
He dismounted in one fluid motion and held up his arms. She came down to him, ignoring her torn skirt and exposed legs. He set her feet to the ground, but his powerful hands held her against him for a long, drawn-out moment.
Thomas Anson is attracted to me. The wooing has begun!
A hostler took their horses, and side by side they walked around to the back of the inn. Thomas opened a gate and they entered a walled garden.
“Oh, it is delightful! I don’t know how you found it, but it reminds you of the walled garden at Shugborough.”
Thomas felt surprise. “You remember the garden?”
“Absolutely! Whenever I think of it, I smell jasmine and honeysuckle.”
They sat at a rustic table and a mobcapped maid came to serve them. Thomas ordered a hearty breakfast of ham, sausage, eggs, lamb kidneys, and a jug of ale. That’s hardly a meal for a lady. “What would you like?”
“I’ll have the same and some fried bread.” Harry rolled her eyes and licked her lips.
Thomas thought perhaps she was being facetious, but when the food came, Harry reached for the bread and tucked right in. He poured her a mug of ale, which she drank without hesitation. He almost smiled. “You have a strong man’s appetite.”
Harry wiped her mouth on her linen napkin. “And not just for food.”
No, you have a hunger for excitement and an appetite for the finer things of life. I own something you desire—Shugborough. Your family owns something I desire. Thomas cautioned himself: She is an outrageous minx. It could be a match made in hell. He took her hand, pressed his lips to her wrist, and felt her pulse beating wildly.
Chapter Four
“H arry, you are extremely
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