Wherein Stuart and Evelyn are caught in flagrante delicto
“Eve,” Stuart began, eyes wide as Evelyn stormed into the room.
“There isn’t much time, you great, bloody git,” said Evelyn as he made for Stuart. “He’s coming!”
“What? Who?” Stuart barely got the words out before Evelyn began to kiss him feverishly.
“Aberley the husband, of course! Not the wife. You need to drop your breeches now!”
“Wha— No!” said Stuart, taking hold of his breeches even as Evelyn tried to pull them down.
“You need to be fucking me right now,” said Evelyn, his voice urgent. “You were set up, you idiot, just as I warned you!”
Stuart stared at him for a moment, shocked, before he grabbed him to turn him around and bend him down over the sofa.
“I warned you there was no use talking to that poisonous viper of a woman,” muttered Evelyn as he pulled his own breeches down and rubbed himself frantically against Stuart. “But would you listen?”
Stuart hissed and, despite the circumstances, or perhaps because of it, he felt himself respond almost immediately to Evelyn’s ministrations.
“Yes, that’s it,” said Evelyn, feeling Stuart’s burgeoning erection. “We’ll have to look like we’re fucking. Any minute now, he’s—”
Without another word, Stuart grabbed Evelyn by the hips, shoving against him hard just as the door burst open without warning. The violence of it made them turn as one towards the man who stood there.
Stuart could only gape at the elderly Duke, but Evelyn had the presence of mind to shout, “Do you bloody mind? We’re busy here!”
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