Beth gasped, letting her dress slip free from her shoulders and breasts, and then pool on the floor under her. She was hardly naked, petticoats and stockings still on, but enough she knew to be more than arousing for a man such as Lord Hurst who was already so far gone Beth was certain she could request any number of things from him –a house, a title, his lands, and he’d gladly grant them to be with her.
For a moment she debated whether she should allow him what he wanted. For some men the chase was what was important but she didn’t think it would be that way with Lord Hurst. He seemed to want to surround himself with pretty things. But it didn’t mean he would want to make her his mistress.
“Do I please you my Lord?” She asked quietly. “I…want some reassurance, my Lord, before I succumb to you.”