Chapter Thirty-Six
The drawing Lady Violet had chosen was similar to last night’s one—a man, a woman, a sofa—but this time the man was uppermost. She appeared to enjoy this variation as much as she’d enjoyed last night’s, urging Perry to go faster, and then faster still. She climaxed twice before his own orgasm barreled through him.
Afterwards, Perry ached to take her in his arms and hold her close, but he didn’t think she wanted tenderness from their liaison. He reluctantly rolled off her.
They lay side by side on his bed, catching their breath.
“By thunder,” Lady Violet said. “I understand now why men visit brothels all the time.”
Perry laughed at the “By thunder,” because it sounded comical coming from a duke’s daughter, and said, “Not all men.”
Lady Violet pushed up on one elbow
