Chapter Twenty-Nine
Perry knew he would probably regret his curiosity, but he took the paper she held out and unfolded it, revealing a pencil sketch of a man and woman upon a sofa. Mid-coitus.
He winced and hastily refolded the paper. Which was a very stick-in-the-muddish thing to do.
“It’s from Freddy’s collection,” Lady Violet informed him. “I copied some of the drawings.”
Of course she had. Perry couldn’t find it in himself to be surprised.
“Do you know how to do it like that?”
Perry unfolded the drawing and looked at it again, even though the scene was etched onto his eyeballs. The man lay sprawled on the sofa, his breeches about his ankles, while his scantily-clad inamorata rode them both towards pleasure.
He imagined doing that with Lady Violet.
Heat rushed through him. His c
