Her Gift: The Butterfly House

Charlotte, a recent widow, is completely captivated by the dashing Duke of Randallshire. However, despite his reputation, he has yet to consummate their relationship. He does, however, want to take things a little farther...

This is not a full length novel. It's a short, erotic tale that doesn't even have a full sex act. However, everyone leaves satisfied.

Excerpt:

“You drive me mad, darling,” he growled. “I want you more than I want my next breath.” He sighed heavily as she closed her fist around his cock. “You’ll appreciate the fact that I took myself in hand when I last long enough to satisfy you.” He kissed her forehead. “I promise.”

Charlotte turned her back to him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him, his cock pressed hard against her backside as she went back to watching the couple in the clearing from behind the foliage that shielded them from view. “You’re certain they don’t mind being watched?”

“Positive.” Then he called out loudly. “Slow things down a little, Sam, will you?” He grinned at what must have been Charlotte’s look of bewilderment as he then called out, “Good morning, Gretchen.”

“Good morning, Your Grace,” she twittered back. She didn’t slow her quick rise and fall on Sam’s cock.

“His Grace has asked that we slow down,” Sam reminded Gretchen with a wicked grin.

The gardener stilled the maid’s by clenching her hips between his fingertips. He grinned at her, and she buried her face in his shoulder for a moment. But she smiled a siren’s smile as he lifted her from his manhood and set her on the bench beside him. He turned and spread her legs, her blond curls separating, her pouty pink lips slick with desire and fully exposed to the air. He sank down between her bent knees and pulled her ass to the edge of the chair.