Copyright SHARON PAGE, 2004. All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Diana surveyed the salon with breathless excitement. She'd overheard snippets of conversations carried out between the patrons and the courtesans. They spoke with the gentle manners of the ballroom, yet conducted business about the most scandalous things.
She'd learned much about the charming and handsome gentlemen prowling the drawing room. The Earl of Cambridgeshire, for example, a blond god with a muscular frame and midnight blue eyes, had a penchant for bondage. The Duke of Arndrake enjoyed a good spanking and had an adorable and firm derriere. Mr. Plum had the most versatile tongue and used it with generous abandon, loving the musky scent of a woman's sex.
Diana felt like an utter innocent. She may not be able to indulge in sexual tussling with any of these men, but they were attractive to behold. The earl's gorgeous blue eyes could make any maiden's heart race.
"My dear, you are breathtaking as usual." A deep, rumbling voice sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. A large hand rested momentarily against her bottom, cupping the curve through her sapphire-blue skirts. ...
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