Simply Irresistible

Books by Kate Pearce

 

SIMPLY SEXUAL
SIMPLY SINFUL
SIMPLY SHAMELESS
SIMPLY WICKED
SIMPLY INSATIABLE
SIMPLY FORBIDDEN
SIMPLY CARNAL
SIMPLY VORACIOUS
SIMPLY SCANDALOUS
SIMPLY PLEASURE (e-novella)
SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE (e-novella)

 

 

 

THE SINNERS CLUB
TEMPTING A SINNER
MASTERING A SINNER
THE FIRST SINNERS (e-novella)

 

 

 

RAW DESIRE

 

 

 

SOME LIKE IT ROUGH
LORDS OF PASSION

 

 

 

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

 

“Peter, will you
please
sit down?”

Valentin frowned as his business partner and occasional lover stood up again to compare the time on the clock on the mantelpiece against his pocket watch. They were in the study in Valentin's town house and he was trying to finish writing a letter.

“Abby said she'd be back at six. It's almost seven.”

“She's with Sara. I should imagine she is quite safe.”

“I suppose I worry too much.” Peter sighed. “Even persuading her to come to the city was difficult. She doesn't like leaving little Jamie.”

“Which is why Sara brought my son and heir with us. She is far happier when she can see his mischievous little face. ”

“As are you, Val. You can't fool me. You dote on the boy.”

Val didn't bother to answer that. Sometimes, his feelings for his son were far too private to share even with his best friend.

“Abby fears that Jamie will become ill in the noxious London air.”

Val raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure that's the reason she didn't bring him? It seems most unlike Abigail to fuss.”

Peter sat back in his chair. “Well, there is the matter that the boy has fair hair and blue eyes. I've been mistaken for his father more than once.”

“You might
be
his father.”

“Don't remind me.” Peter shoved a hand through his already disheveled blond hair. “Jamie is James's heir. Despite everything, that's how both Abigail and James wanted it.”

“While Abigail's lawful husband lives in sin with his agent in the West Indies and Abigail for all intents and purposes lives with you?”

“I keep up appearances, Val. I really am her land agent, and I maintain my own establishment.”

“And you hate having to do all of it.”

“Of course I do. But I also love them both. I can't think of a way to make things any better.”

There was a weary note in Peter's voice that Val had heard far too often lately.

“What's wrong?”

Peter glanced at him. “That's not enough for you?”

“You seem less resigned to your situation than you used to be.”

“We are arguing a lot.” Peter studied the shine of his boots. “Abby wants to have another child and James is too far away to have any hope of being considered the father of this one.”

“He doesn't intend to come back to England in the foreseeable future even for appearance's sake?”

“Abby asked him if he'd return long enough for her to ‘fall pregnant.' James said he no longer wants to bed women or even to pretend to do so.”

“Oh, dear.”

“I wish Abby could divorce him, but that's impossible. Do you know that she would have to prove him insane, impotent
and
immoral even to stand a chance of getting anyone to take up her case? And then James would have to divorce
her
and young Jamie's parentage would be in doubt, and he might lose his right to the title. It's a horrible mess.”

“It is.”

Peter looked up. “You're not helping much.”

“Despite my supposedly exalted position, I can't single-handedly change the laws of this land even if they are patently unfair and ridiculous.” Val hesitated. “I could call in some favors and secure
James
a divorce if that would help, but it is an expensive, drawn-out procedure, and Abby wouldn't be any better off at the end of it. Her reputation would be ruined, and she certainly couldn't marry you if you were named in the court proceedings.”

“And don't forget that young Jamie would be disinherited and unwelcome amongst the
ton
,” Peter said gloomily. “We already know all this. We've discussed it endlessly. I can't do that to Abby and James. Devil take it, I
like
the man.”

“He certainly likes you. I remember him collared and naked at your feet at the pleasure house.”

Peter smiled. “James likes to be mastered. I think he found his match with his overseer. From his letters he is extremely happy both in and out of bed.”

“Which doesn't help you and Abby in the slightest.”

“It's rather ironic, isn't it? I've spent my whole life living on the edge of society, indulging my sinful appetites, and now all I want is to settle down with the woman I love and have my own family.” Peter's smile was wry.

“It certainly is a difficult situation in which to be,” Val said carefully.

Peter's smile faded. “I think Abby used Jamie as an excuse not to want to come to London. I suspect she doesn't want to be seen with me.”

“I'm sure you are incorrect. Abby loves you very much.”

“Enough to want to protect me from the gossips. But I wanted to come to see you.” Peter hesitated. “I wanted your advice.”

“About what, exactly?”

“Don't be obtuse, Val. About my situation.”

“I wish I could help you more, but I'm not sure what else there is for me to say.”

A knock on the door heralded the arrival of the butler, who bowed to Val.

“I have a message from her ladyship, my lord. She will not be back until much later. She's taken Lady Beecham out to the theater.”

“Thank you, Holmes.”

“You are welcome, my lord.” He paused. “If we are not to wait for the ladies, dinner is ready to be served if you and Mr. Howard require it.”

After the butler left, Val returned his gaze to Peter. “See? They are both perfectly safe and having a splendid time without us. Shall we adjourn to the dining room and have our dinner?”

“I suppose we should.”

Val rose and patted Peter on the shoulder. “Courage, my friend. These things have a way of working themselves out given time.”

“Yes, well, we're certainly all going to die. That will resolve the issue one way or the other.”

Val frowned at Peter's retreating back and then followed his friend into the dining room. It was unlike Peter to be so negative.

Snow had begun to fall, softening the sounds of the city beyond the large windows that faced out onto the majestic square. A small boy, wrapped up against the chill, stood at the corner of the long row of houses, sweeping the crossing free. Val could only hope he had the sense to go home before the gentle snowfall turned into a blizzard.

“What are you looking at out there?” Peter asked.

Val gestured at the boy outside. “Can you ring the bell? I'll make sure Holmes sends someone to make sure the lad has somewhere warm to sleep tonight.”

Peter chuckled. “And people think you are unsympathetic. They have no idea how soft your heart is.”

“Don't make me out to be a saint, Peter.” Val closed the curtains. “I only care for those who deserve it. I can be quite ruthless when pressed.”

“I know that all too well. It's the only reason I'm alive.” Peter crossed over to ring the bell. “I almost wish I could be as merciless as you are.”

“And do what?” Val took his seat at the table and Peter joined him. “Hold the king to ransom until he changes the laws of this country?”

“Why not? It's better than my other plan to blow up the Houses of Parliament.”

“I believe that has already been tried. I would hate to see my best friend being hanged, drawn and quartered for treason.”

Peter made a face as the butler and two of the footmen appeared and arranged a series of dishes on the center of the table so that the two men could help themselves. “Val, I'm about to eat. Please save your bloodthirsty stories for after dinner, when we enjoy our port.”

Val spoke to Holmes about the boy on the corner of the square and then turned his attention to his dinner. He had every confidence that Sara would currently be receiving Abby's side of the story. He couldn't wait to hear what she had to say when she returned. Sara was far more forthright with her advice than Val would ever be, and Abigail was sometimes too sweet for her own good.

It was a frustrating situation, and he could only hope Peter would be patient enough to allow a solution to emerge. If things did get worse, he might have to take a hand in the matter himself.

 

 

“Peter wants another child.”

Sara blinked at her friend's distressed face.

“And you don't? Then simply tell him so and be done with it.”

“But I want one, too.”

Sara drew her chair closer to Abigail's and lowered her voice. They were currently situated in the Sokorvsky box at the opera house, awaiting the second act of the current production. Most of the boxes around them had emptied as their occupants strolled around, meeting acquaintances and being
seen
, but it was always better to err on the side of caution when such delicate matters were being discussed.

“Then why are you so miserable?”

“Because James won't come home.”

“That does create a problem. If James isn't even on the same continent as you are, no one will believe the child is his.”

“Exactly. And then, if I'm obviously pregnant with another man's child, they might start to speculate about little Jamie's parentage, too. I can't have that.”

“Then you can't have another child.”

Abby dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief. “And that makes me miserable because Peter shouldn't have to put up with these circumstances. He'd do much better to leave me and find someone else he can marry and have a proper family with.”

“But he loves
you
.”

“And I love him, but it isn't fair, Sara. Of all men, Peter deserves to have some permanency and security in his life. You are one of his best friends. You know I speak the truth.”

“It certainly is an impossible situation.”

“And Peter is so worn down with worrying about me and Jamie and the threat of scandal. We just keep fighting over the same things and rehashing the same arguments. Sometimes I feel as if I should just
make
him leave, and order James to return and do his duty to his family.”

“And then you'd all be miserable together?” Sara took Abby's hand and squeezed it hard. “Can you not simply accept that you love each other and that you have Jamie to raise together? It is more than most people have in a real marriage.”

“I keep telling Peter that, but I know he yearns for more. And who can blame him? Neither of us wants to live in fear of being discovered.” Abby dried her eyes and stared at Sara. “If it comes down to it, will you stand my friend?”

“When you do what?” Sara asked.

“When I leave him.”

Sara gasped. “You'll break his heart if you do that, Abby.”

“No, I'll set him free.”

The sound of the orchestra tuning up grew louder, and the roar of the audience increased as the curtains drew back for the second act. Abby turned resolutely to the stage, leaving Sara's mind in turmoil. She adored Abby and loved Peter. But they were miserable, and she hated to see that. But what could be done? She suddenly yearned for Valentin. If anyone could find a way out of this impossible situation it would be her husband. And he would do anything for Peter. She knew that in her soul....

 

 

Peter smiled from the doorway as Val spent a long moment hovering over his son's sleeping form and then dropped a kiss on the dark-haired little boy's forehead. After speaking with the nurse, he turned back to the door, his expression soft before he realized Peter was watching him.

“It's all right, Val.”

“What is?”

“There's no need to poker up. You are allowed to care for your own son.”

Val brushed past him and headed back down the stairs to the middle floor of the town house. Peter followed at his heels, smiling to himself.

“I've seen Blaize Minshom with his twin daughters. If a man like that can openly care for his offspring, why shouldn't you?”

Val opened the door to his dressing room and Peter came in behind him.

“Minshom has daughters. It's far easier to admit that one cares for a female than a male.” Val poured two glasses of brandy and handed one to Peter.

“That's ridiculous.”

“I don't want to become one of those parents who allow their children to run roughshod over them. I wish my son's life to be orderly and quiet.”

“Not like ours was, you mean?”

Val glared at him. “Our experiences are hardly relevant to this discussion, are they? My son is unlikely to find himself kidnapped and stranded in a Turkish brothel.”

“Exactly.” Peter held Val's violet gaze. “You are lucky enough to have a wife and a son you can openly acknowledge and love. Please don't waste the opportunity by stopping your child from having adventures of his own. Some of us would do anything to have such things.” He put the brandy glass down. “Thank you for a pleasant evening. I think I will say good night.”

He was at the door before he heard Val sigh behind him.

“I'm sorry, Peter. It's just . . . hard for me to stop worrying about the boy.”

“I understand that, but you are so bloody
lucky
, Val. I—” He turned back. “And now it is my turn to apologize. My own inability to make Abigail content is distorting my happiness for you and Sara.”

Val put his own glass down and moved toward Peter. “Devil take it, I'm at fault here, not you. I'm so busy worrying about what might happen that I don't take the time to appreciate what I have. And you
do
make Abigail happy. She adores you.”