Simply Voracious (41 page)

“The Harcourt family house?”

“My grandmother knew the previous viscount before the revolution. They remained friends until he died. The Harcourt family are in the country, so I am not disturbing anyone too greatly.”

“Then I will contact you there.” Richard rose and held out his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lennox. Do you intend to stay and sample the delights of the pleasure house before you retire? I think Lord Keyes and his party are still rather occupied.”

Jack shook his hand and then glanced around at the orgy going on behind them. “I heard there was more on offer here than that. Is it true?”

Richard smiled. “Indeed. What do you prefer? Madame boasts she caters to every sexual taste known to man or woman.”

“Or both?” Jack held his gaze. “I am not averse to sharing my bed with either sex.”

Richard gently disengaged his hand from Jack’s grip. “Then take yourself up the stairs to the second level, and ask Marie-Claude to help you discover what you desire.”

“You will not come with me? Perhaps we could find a willing woman to share.”

“Alas, I am rather tired, but thank you for the offer. Good night, Mr. Lennox.”

“Good night, Mr. Ross.”

For a moment Richard wondered what it would be like to share a bed with a man who reminded him so strongly of Violet. Would he feel desire for him? Richard squashed that thought and turned toward the door. It wasn’t the first time he’d been propositioned by a man at the pleasure house, but it was certainly the first time he’d stopped to think about it.

Perhaps his association with the Delornay family was starting to erode his morals. Richard smiled as he unlocked the door that led into the servants’ stairwell and headed toward the private quarters at the rear of the house. Not that his morals had been particularly strong to start with. Surviving in a war-damaged country had taught him that right and wrong were more fluid concepts than he had ever imagined.

A fire had been lit in his bedchamber, and his bed was warm from the hot bricks Ambrose had directed to be placed at the foot. Richard sighed as he took off his black coat and started on the buttons of his waistcoat. In the morning he would talk to Lord Keyes, and then, depending on the result of that interview, he might approach Christian with Jack Lennox’s request.

Richard pictured the young man and found himself smiling. Such arrogance and
such
determination in a beautiful exterior package. Had Lennox gone home, or had he succumbed to the lure of the pleasure house and found himself another man to play with? Richard stripped off his underthings and lay in bed, his hand automatically cupping his cock and balls. His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was a startling image of Lennox, Violet and himself naked and writhing on the silken covers of his bed....

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