Page 24 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
He thrust harder into her grasping channel. “It’s Lord Edward, father of your baby, to you.”
At that, she squealed, and her body contracted violently around his fingers. He thrust more gently to ease her through it until she squealed again and tried to pull away from the overstimulation. Finally, she leaned against the back of the bench, her eyes unfocused and her skirts disarranged.
“Do men experience this?”
“Orgasm? Yes. It’s different, but very pleasurable indeed.”
“And they experience it when putting their member inside of a woman?”
“With rare exceptions, yes.”
“And most men like doing that? With women?”
“I should say so.”
She sat up, her eyes suddenly focused. “I want you to find out why my husband is so resistant to the idea of bedding me that he’s willing to pay you to do it.”
Oh fuck. He’d walked right into that trap, having convinced himself that she’d be as brainless as he was after a fine orgasm.
“Now, madam,” he started, “it sounds like you have a pleasant marriage, and perhaps you’d be best served by allowing us to handle the breeding without questioning the reasons my services are required to produce a child.”
“I have money. I’ll pay you to find out why he won’t do the task himself.”
“I’ve already accepted his offer, Lady Maria. I’m afraid I can’t go back on my word, as a gentleman.”
“Are you a gentleman if you work for money, even if it is only using your member? And your fingers?” she said, looking pointedly at his digits, which were still wet from her cunt. “Besides, I said nothing about reneging on the agreement with Charley and his friends. I merely asked you to consider an additional task.”
He said nothing, just looked at this seemingly innocent young woman, hoping that his internal loathing didn’t show.
“I’ll pay you double what he’s paying you.”
And thus, Edward gained another employer. He licked his fingers clean and swung out of the carriage, heading off to solve the mystery.
Chapter 3
Edward kicked the crookeddoor to his lodging room closed and collapsed on his bed. It was merely late afternoon, but he felt like he’d been out carousing all night rather than bringing a lady to climax in the park and collecting eel pie for luncheon.
“Got any for me?”
He jerked at the sound from the window, where a wiry boy was climbing inside. Somehow, Tobias always spooked him, despite materializing with regularity.
“Don’t you have some pockets to pick?” asked Edward, sliding over the hand pie he’d bought for the urchin.
“No need to steal if my belly is full,” said Tobias, happily eyeing his daily meal.
“I should think you’d need some occupation. Or perhaps…schooling?”
Tobias looked at him as if he’d bit a bone in his most recent mouthful of pie. “What about you? Don’t you need occupation?”
“I am very occupied,” said Edward. “Doubly so, in fact. And it has nothing to do with picking pockets.”
Though it has everything to do with filling the pockets left empty by other men, thought Edward to himself.
“It’s too bad you don’t have a scallywag that keeps showing up at your lodgings with free time and an empty belly,” said Tobias pointedly.
“I suspect that if we sent you to school, we’d have cause to regret it,” said Edward, once again admiring his unlikely friend’s perspicacity.
“What needs doing?”
