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Eleanor had to laugh at that. “You’re so right! No one wants to be cooped up with a bunch of old men who have nothing exciting to say,” she admitted.
“It’s no wonder we feel the way we do sometimes,” she added.
Eleanor took the cheese and chewed it slowly. “I keep wondering what I ever did to deserve you. I’m so blessed”
She finally sat back and watched Brandon quietly as he finished his meal. Then a thought occurred to her. Eleanor stood slowly and as Brandon was hands deep in his meal, she began to strip. Eleanor discarded her boots and hose. She unfastened her over coat and laid it on the chair.
Her dark eyes watched Brandon’s expression and a slow smile spread across her face. Eleanor unfastened the riding breeches and bending slightly at the waist, wiggled them down over her hips, down her thighs and finally allowed them to fall to the floor. She then turned away from him, untied her shirt and slowly lowered the shirt allowing it to fall down from her shoulders to the small of her back, slowly exposing her fair skin. Eleanor tossed the shirt onto the chair.
Her long hair, piled neatly on top of her head, was held by a few spare pins. She crossed her arms across her breasts and turned back to Brandon slowly. A few orphaned strands of blonde hair cascaded down the sides of her face and she issued a silent invitation between them. Now the question was would he accept.
Eleanor loved how desirable he made her feel. He had her heart from the moment she slipped into his arms and there would be no other.
“It’s no wonder we feel the way we do sometimes,” she added.
Eleanor took the cheese and chewed it slowly. “I keep wondering what I ever did to deserve you. I’m so blessed”
She finally sat back and watched Brandon quietly as he finished his meal. Then a thought occurred to her. Eleanor stood slowly and as Brandon was hands deep in his meal, she began to strip. Eleanor discarded her boots and hose. She unfastened her over coat and laid it on the chair.
Her dark eyes watched Brandon’s expression and a slow smile spread across her face. Eleanor unfastened the riding breeches and bending slightly at the waist, wiggled them down over her hips, down her thighs and finally allowed them to fall to the floor. She then turned away from him, untied her shirt and slowly lowered the shirt allowing it to fall down from her shoulders to the small of her back, slowly exposing her fair skin. Eleanor tossed the shirt onto the chair.
Her long hair, piled neatly on top of her head, was held by a few spare pins. She crossed her arms across her breasts and turned back to Brandon slowly. A few orphaned strands of blonde hair cascaded down the sides of her face and she issued a silent invitation between them. Now the question was would he accept.
Eleanor loved how desirable he made her feel. He had her heart from the moment she slipped into his arms and there would be no other.