Lustful Intrigue: Forbidden Love Amidst Duty's Chains

tutoring, Mrs. Petre, what

that you have

rated in the co

Yet you stated that you have no de

uninterested in a man's passion-or her own. "I am assur

th women." He was suddenly turned off by her in

irt with you, do they not

weat as she danced her need. She lacked sub

Becky Petre's enormous black cloak, which displayed neither a push of breasts nor

is that,

purposefully vulgar and impolite

d my body is not perfect like theirs . . . do you think

tention retu

re, unadulterated yearnin

from Bec

ngings and

face remained

k for a guy to educate her

it to seeking physical fu

nd why did she dare wha

Damien exclaimed abruptly, acutely aware of the cold perfection of her pale skin and the hot blood that surged in his gr

eak from her corset. Anger blazed in her eyes-or

Furthermore, if my husband's fulfillment was based on a woman's desire, he would not have left m

's body

A lady to whom he could teach every sex act he

you," she s

elids, attempting to get past the lifeless mask th

enying his crud

nglish c

istaking her wi

bound books, the priceless silk-screen panels that dotted the remaining three walls, the mother-of

aid, feigning apathy, all the while wondering how far she would go in her search for sexual knowle

did not

blackmail,

u are asking, Mrs. Pe

Ye

wed in her lov

woman who is respectably married with two children, could not appeal to a man like him. She had no ide

earned that mutual need may bond a man and a woman tog

ove the yellow fog that announced another London morn

carpet, and reached for a small leather-bou

garden of Sh

, or The Scented Garden for the Soul's Delectation. It was mos

primers. Unlike the primers, which educated English boys to read Greek an

tips for a woman looking t

ausing to think about it. "Tomorrow morning, Mrs. Petre. Here. "

g folds of her wool cloak. The book, which measured about five by eight i

tor you. Lessons start tomorrow morning. There's your