Miller, Raine - The Undoing of a Libertine (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

troublesome thoughts of her dilemma that didn’t seem to diminish the more she pondered.

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    Sweet Christ. Jeremy took in the view of her from behind and knew he was in trouble. More accurately, that in a few moments would be making a complete horse’s arse out of himself.
    Sitting in a tree swing that looked like it had hung for many years from the great oak, Georgina absently rocked from side to side, using her foot as an anchor. Her dark golden hair had been bundled into a soft mass with plenty of errant curls escaping the attempt at containment. He wanted to pluck out the pins that held those locks. He wanted to see it tumble down her back and frame her face.
    Then he would take a curl and lift it to his nose so he could fill his head with the soft whisperings of eglantine. After that, he would fist handfuls of the silky stands and pull her to his lips, in effect trapping her in his embrace. From there he would plunder that appealing mouth of hers, using his tongue to taste and claim the warm depths. Envisioning her mouth caused him to imagine his cock being surrounded by her sweet lips. He could just see them closing in around the head of his prick, right before she slid him to the back of her throat and sucked him dr—
    Her head whipped around to glare at him. “Mr. Greymont? You startled me! I did not know you were there.”
    Georgina’s indignant reprimand splashed his warm, erotic fantasy with drops of icy, cold reality, killing the thing instantly.
    Caught red-handed, you bloody idiot! Go ahead. Now is the time to make that horse’s arse out of yourself!
    “I—I was walking back from the shooting and saw you,” he sputtered. “You looked so peaceful in your musings there in the swing.” He cleared his throat. “I—I was reluctant to disturb you.” Like you’re doing right now. Fool!
    She stared at him, saying nothing.
    “Miss Georgina.” He bowed. “I apologize for the disruption and for startling you. Please forgive me.”
    He gave a slight shake to his head, hoping it might clear his brain of all the wicked thoughts. It didn’t. Those naughty fantasies weren’t even nudged slightly down and out.
    “It is a small thing, sir. Consider yourself forgiven.” She turned back the way she had been facing before, her backside to him once again.
    Yes… That lovely bum of hers, resting lusciously atop the seat of the swing, just begging to be stroked. He would use both hands to grip the cheeks as he slid up to—
    “Mr. Greymont,” she admonished, “are you still there?”
    His rampant conjuring interrupted for a second time, he jerked. Good God, man, get a hold of yourself!
    “Yes, I—I—I was just about to ask if I may escort you back to the house, Miss Georgina. It’s probably not the best for you to be out here with the shooting going on. Yes? Please—please allow me.” He came around to the front of the swing and offered his arm.
    Georgina eyed him thoroughly, probably wondering what flustered him and why he kept stammering like a half-wit. God, if she knew the truth, she wouldn’t think him “kind” or a “gentleman.” She’d most likely smack him in the chops. The idea of her trying to cuff him brought on a smile and a rush of more erotic fantasies. Of how he’d trap her hands and turn her so he could bend her over and get to her from behind—
    Stop! You are such a bastard.
    Thankfully the sweet Georgina could not read his naughty thoughts, for she smiled at him. Not much of a smile, more of a rueful expression than anything, but he was beginning to know this was typical of her. Whenever she did grace him with a smile, it was really only half-beam, and as arousing as hell.
    In fact, everything about Georgina aroused him. She affected him profoundly. His body got tight and hard, his tongue tangled in the most annoying way, prohibiting coherent speech, and yet, he could not keep away regardless of how foolish he behaved in her presence. He was drawn like a bee to a glade of