Chapter 90: Chapter 90

“May I…May I spend the night with you?”

“Of course. You’re always welcome in my bed.” I could feel his prick against my knee.

“Where were you tonight?”

“I went to Colonel Whittemore’s.”

“Why?” He didn’t sound too interested. He was busy pushing the hem of my nightshirt up over my thighs, following the material with his lips.

“You were there. I was going to drag you home if I had to.” I laughed, even as I spread my legs wider for him. “I burst into the Colonel’s bedchamber.”

“I imagine that didn’t go over very well.” He nibbled along the inside of my thigh.

“N-no. He…he had company.” My testicles were exposed now, and he licked a path over them to the rigid length of my shaft.

“Like warm velvet, lamb. What happened then?”

“I thought it was you, and I demanded he unhand you.”

“And when you realized it wasn’t me?”

“I offered to meet him at dawn.”

“A duel?” He reared back. “Are you mad, sir?”