Taken By The Well-Endowed Lord (Historical Smut With A Side Of Story) by Diana Quippley Page A

Anna at her knees. Attractive?! Her? Was this lad a little
drunk? Those creamy, comely cheeks of hers began to burn with heat as she spun
slightly to the side in a shy gesture.
     
    “Well,” she said after a
brief pause, “here I am! I mean, if you're still wanting it delivered...”
     
    “Yes, of course! It looks like
you know your way around the shop already,” the man laughed, poking fun at her
clumsy bump.
     
    The young girl rubbed the
back of her neck, smiling on one side of her mouth. “Yeah... terribly sorry
about that again. I hope nothing is broken!”
     
    “Think nothing of it, my
dear!” He grinned, once again peering down at her breast and belly – the two
large, feminine spheres of sensuality, and the inviting, tight tummy... a true
woman's body. How shapely her figure was... The lovely dress hanging on for
dear life, exposing each and every contour of that succulent figure. “My name
is Lord Hugo. I own this place. Pleasure to meet you...”
     
    Hugo held onto the end of
his word, letting it drag out as he extended a hand to shake.
     
    “Oh, right!” Anna giggled.
“My name is Miss Anna. I love your store! It looks so beautiful!” She gushed.
     
    And here she felt his
strong hand, like a warm vice, grasping her own dainty palm. There was an
immediate surge of sexual energy coursing through her body – as if the
slightest touch from the burly Hugo had triggered her most innate and taboo
desires – the awakening of her sexuality!
     
    The man had a bit of
stubble lining his chin and cheeks, all up along the jawline. Quite a virile
appearance. He looked like anything but the owner of a honey store... Anna
thought he should be modeling for greek statues or posing for expensive
paintings. She couldn't help but wonder what lurked beneath his shirt...
hopefully a rippled stomach and chiselled abs to match the sight of his robust
chest.
     
    “Any problems?” Hugo
asked.
     
    “What!” Anna blurted,
still thinking her dirty thoughts. Problems with what? Touching a rock-hard
chest like that?!
     
    “I've not seen you in here
before, have I?” He questioned the pretty lass.
     
    “No... No, I don't believe
so.”
     
    “Would you like to have a
little tour? Sample the wares?” Lord Hugo offered with a nod.
     
    “Oh, certainly! Are you
sure though?” Anna sputtered, taken aback by the Lord's invitation.
     
    “But, of course!” He
replied. “Have you had any experience?”
     
    “What!?” She hollered
again, her mind sinking back to those depraved thoughts of lust and lewdness..
     
    The handsome fellow
laughed quietly, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. “I mean, have you worked
with honey? Or would this be your first time?”
     
    Oh my... there went her knees
again! The sensation of his warm skin on her cool shoulder was enough cause for
an orgasm in itself! Anna about whimpered at the touch, nearly drooling. She
breathed in deeply, causing those impressive boobs to raise and lower in a
rather sensuous fashion. Hugo certainly took note of them – and strangely, he
smiled afterward as if acknowledging their endless temptation.
     
    “Oh, uh... No, no I
haven't, sorry... but I have worked in a store before!” Anna mumbled, trying to
catch her breath. She desperately wanted the Lord's approval! That much was
certain – with every fiber of her being, the star-struck damsel wished to be
hired right on the spot, and fall directly into the arms of this beefcake
proprietor!
     
    “That's ok,” Hugo replied.
“I don't mind teaching – if you're willing.”
     
    The words were fairly
innocent in themselves; yet Anna felt a heavy undertone of innuendo in the tone
of his voice. As if he were hinting at something entirely more salacious and
sordid than a jar of sticky honey. Perhaps he had another sticky substance on
his mind – all the while staring down at the horny woman's ripe, tasty body. He
would smile now and then, making sure to scan the entirety of her figure... and
what