Ingrid Hahn in the house with a sexy snippet from Marital Duty.
Marital duty has never been so satisfying…
Each morning while pretending to be asleep, Evaline St. John, Lady Kingston, submits to her husband’s attentions. She can never dare admit she yearns for more…until her friend Selina, Lady Beaumont, initiates a conversation about what she does with her own husband in the bedroom.
But Selina is bored with her intimate life and suggests that she and Evaline seduce their husbands. She will begin while Evaline will hide in the bedroom to watch. Evaline and Selina do more than make a pact, however. They give in to unspeakable desires and soon they are exploring each other’s bodies as they always dreamed.
When Evaline is forced to confess her misdeeds to her husband, Lord Kingston, he is shocked, but also aroused. The admission changes everything he believed about his wife–for the better. Now, whatever Evaline demands, he happily delivers.
Evaline and Selina realize they are falling in love–with each other–yet they still love their husbands. What are the two women to do?
When Selina’s husband catches all of them together in bed, he flies into a jealous rage and forbids them from ever seeing each other again. Now, it’s up to Lord Kingston to issue the ultimatum to Beaumont: come to their bed or lose them forever. Kingston must show his former friend that he has nothing to fear…and everything to gain.
A heavy pulse beat between her legs. She hadn’t wanted to stop. But, God save her, she was married. She couldn’t be doing this with anybody else. Least of all a woman.
Evaline could only hold her breath and flick her tongue out to wet her bottom lip, praying that Selina could find something to say that would somehow make this all right.
“I want to be your friend, Evaline. I do.”
Was that all? Bitter disappointment so crushed upon her that she felt as if she might wilt. The only thing that mattered was showing Selina a brave face. “And I want to be your friend.”
Selina shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. I want to be your friend, but I also want… I want more.”
“I can’t…I can’t give you more.” If only she could.
“Can’t you?” Selina crossed the room and took Evaline’s face between her hands, bringing them close.
It was going to happen again. And this time, Evaline couldn’t stop it.
Selina’s lips swept over hers, and she melted, stifling a moan. The response must have worked to embolden her, for the kiss deepened, becoming hard and insistent and demanding. Selina stepped closer. Evaline’s back met the wall. There was an unexpected force from the softness of Selina’s body pressing into hers—breasts crushing breasts, belly pressing belly. Their tongues met, wet swirling over wet.
Fornication with a member of the opposite sex was enough to earn a place in hell. To do this with another woman… God, forgive them. It felt so good. So right. So perfect.
Damn her wretched corset, damn it—her nipples were imprisoned below the binding, and sweet Lord in heaven, they ached for attention.
Without meaning to, Evaline reached up and grabbed at Selina. She’d scarcely imagined people could do such things, and yet here she was, wild and wanton in the arms of another. Never had another body been so close to hers, not in such a manner as this, not even her husband’s. Kingston would sometimes kiss her on the cheek at the end in that moment before his body slid from hers.
Selina’s hand worked down the front of Evaline’s body and settled at that very place. Their lips came apart.
Selina leaned in to trail her lips over Evaline’s neck, her breath warm as she panted. “I think of you. I touch myself and think of you. I think of you dressed for dinner, and Kingston so wild with want for you that he rips the fabric right off your body, and then he pushes you against a wall just like this”—she jerked against Evaline, hard, for emphasis—“and then he ruts into you like a feral madman until you scream from pleasure, and all the while I’m there in the room, and you know I’m there, but he doesn’t, and I have my skirts up, and I’m touching myself as I watch you, and at the moment you can’t take it anymore, I break into a million pieces.”
“You imagine that?”
Selina pulled back, her plump lips a shade darker than they’d been before. “Surely you too must imagine certain situations.”
“I-I hardly know.”
“Sometimes I imagine it another way. I imagine you watching me with him.”
The tension between Evaline’s legs pulled to an impossibly tight point. Oh, what that would do to her. To see for herself what another couple was like together in bed. She could hardly dare believe people did such things. “Me? Watch you with your husband?”
Selina nodded. “When Beaumont comes to me, I picture you’re there. Hiding behind my screen, watching as he takes me…” She trailed off, lost, it seemed, a league away. She licked her lips. “I want it so much.”
Evaline’s throat was dry, her voice husky as she made a shocking admission. “If you want it half as much as I want it, I don’t know how you stand it.”
Who was she? How could she be saying such shocking things? Among the waves of different emotions pounding through her now, none were regret.
Her friend’s lips parted. “I’m going to do it.”
“Seduce him. My husband, I mean. I have needs. And he is going to attend them.” Selina gave a decided nod, then looked to Evaline, an unholy glint in her eye. “And you’re going to watch.”
Ingrid Hahnis a failed administrative assistant with a B.A.
in Art History. Her love of reading has turned her mortgage
payment into a book storage fee, which makes her the friend
who you never want to ask you for help moving. Though
originally from Seattle, she now lives in the metropolitan
DC area with her ship-nerd husband, small son, and four
opinionated cats. When she’s not reading or writing, she
loves knitting, theater, nature walks, travel, history, and is a
hopelessly devoted fan of Jane Austen. Please connect with
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