Intimate Strangers by Gem Sevad coming from Liquid Silver Books in Spring 2009.
“Come out of there.” The deep growl sent shivers up Lucy’s spine, and she turned to see her husband, Ambrose Quince, hanging over the edge of the stall. Wrinkling her nose at the pungent smell, she wiped the liniment off her hands and onto the piece of linen he handed her.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Quincy?” She was speaking of her mare, but Ambrose’s eyes were fixed on his wife when he rumbled, “Pretty as a picture.”
Lucy… stiffened as Ambrose slid his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into an embrace, nestling his arousal against her bottom.
“Ambrose Quince, have you no shame?” she scolded him even as her pleasure in the day softened her voice.
Displaying rare playfulness, he leaned down to nip her ear and whisper, “No.”
Lucy ducked under his arm and said in a stern voice, “It’s broad daylight, husband. No decent woman …” Her words were cut short when he turned her in his arms, captured her mouth beneath his, and scooted them both deeper into the shadows of the barn.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what time of day it is, woman; decent time or not, I want you now. Come give me some of that sugar.”
Lucy immediately felt frustration and anger. This was her special day; she did not want to share it with Ambrose. But, before she could escape, her husband had lifted her onto a bale of straw and flipped her skirts up to her thighs. His hands fumbled at her pantalets as he stilled her protests with a kiss at the same time he slid his callused fingers into her hot slickness.
Darn you, Quincy. I do not have time for this. But her usual glacial indifference to his advances was already undermined by his skilled seduction.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she felt his kiss melt her resistance. She was unable to deny her own needs and uselessly struggled against Ambrose’s seduction. But as soon as she was compliant, he pulled away from her and dropped to his knees, resting his head on one of her bare, splayed thighs.
“Ambrose Quince, don’t you dare.” She was scandalized and titillated at the same time. It had been a while since she’d indulged herself with the pleasure he knew how to give. Ambrose had exotic ideas about what men and women could do during their loving. Now, his mouth descended to her core and his tongue roughly stroked her weeping folds.