He stepped into the carriage and shut the door with a slam, his body shaking. “You gave me your word, you scoundrel.” Alex shrugged, then looked to Tessa with obvious heat in his gaze. Angel followed his lead and drank in the remarkable picture she made. Obviously still recovering from her orgasm, she was a lovely heap of satiation on the seat. When he’d heard that Alex’s carriage had been spotted in the village, that he and Tessa had been seen leisurely strolling about High Street, his senses had sharpened. Seeing the subtle rocking of Alex’s well-sprung carriage had told him what he might expect when he opened the door. However, instead of finding Alex rutting on her as he’d anticipated, he saw the man giving her another glorious climax as he had last night. “You can see that I did not take her,” Alex pointed out. Angel’s mouth gaped, and then his eyes fell on Tessa’s pussy. It was glistening wet, both from Alex’s mouth and her own juices. Her scent was heavy in the confines of the carriage, and his cock hardened.
