Anne said, her mind spinning with Jon’s request. “It doesn’t matter.” He was handling her a little more roughly now, pinching her nipples, squeezing her softness more firmly. Sparks of excitement tingled in her blood. It was hard to focus. To remember where they were or what was happening. She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter? What will… Our guests are waiting for us to return.” “Indeed they are. And that arouses you, Nan.” Well, she couldn’t deny that. It did arouse her. Hearing him confront her with the fact caused wetness to gush between her legs. All those people, so very close by… Surely it wasn’t decent. “But Jon—” “Hush, wench, and obey me.” She bent and applied herself to his fall. She tried to unfasten the buttons but her hands were shaking with her growing anticipation. “We have to hurry, my darling,” he said. His words made her hands shake all the more. She glanced up at him. “I am sorry, my hands…” He chuckled softly and brushed her hands aside.
