Harper possessed a rare talent - she could blend two worlds that the universe swore could never coexist: her humdrum life as an accountant by day with her steamy famous alter ego crafting erotic tales online by night.
But her double life unravels...
❝My imagination Turned into existence Only in an instant A beautiful creation❞
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After many a long night spent nursing her children and pleasuring the man she'd wed, Lady Alice had finally reached the life-defining moment she'd only had the luxury of dreaming for herself before.
She was going to cum for the first time.
Her inner skirt lay bunched up around her waist, held still by a shaky hand that was facing a war of urges. Between keeping her gown in place or flying to her mouth to silence the pleasurable and embarrassing, moans that escaped her-she didn't know quite what to do with it.
A rather sudden flick of a daring tongue in a place she'd never imagined it to be had her slapping her palm to her lips. As if suppressing her moans were close enough to undo the taboo of the entire act.
Lady Alice's eyes fluttered in a state of disbelief as she looked down to see Charlotte, the Baroness of Bolsover, down on her knees, giving her body and what lay between it the deserving attention it had never received before in eight years of a loveless marriage.
Is this what they call real pleasure?
As if on cue, Charlotte paused for the shortest of seconds and looked up, her green eyes meeting the Lady's blues with a hint of mischief in them. She knew. She knew exactly what she was doing to Alice. She knew the dangers of devouring her friend up against the walls of her open bedchamber like this. She knew that any moment now, one of the scullery maids could come in and catch the fright of an era.
But she did not stop, instead giving Lady Alice a smirk dripping with desire. In every meaning of the word.
When the Duke had first introduced her to Charlotte at yet another dinner party she'd been forced to attend, Alice hadn't anything positive to think of the woman. She despised most of the nobility, but the Baroness was nothing like them.
"You two might make an unlikely friendship," her husband had said dismissively, waving Alice away at the time to return to his group of entitled men.
If only he knew.
"My lady?"
The baroness asked in a tone more teasing than respectful. She gently unhooked Alice's leg from around her shoulder and brought her heel down to the ground with a surprising tenderness, giving her ankle a gentle kiss.
"Y-yes?"
Smiling, Charlotte rose to her feet and towered over Alice's smaller and shaky frame. Before Alice could think further, she felt Charlotte's cool fingers delve between her legs and her breath hitched, back arching off the wall and into her arms.
Unlikely friend indeed.
"Do you touch yourself, Lady Alice?" Charlotte breathed into her ear and then pressed a long line of kisses down the column of her neck.
