Perhaps he could muddy his moral fiber a little bit.
“Do you know what will help me relax?” he asked.
“Cards? I slipped my deck into my pocket knowing the trip was likely to be—”
“Reading.” He slipped his hand into the pocket of his greatcoat.
“Rea—”
He settled into the squabs and opened the book.The School of Venus.
“—ding?”
“Mm. Yes. Shall I read out loud to occupy your mind as well?” Over the top edge of the book, she appeared wary, hesitant. “We may have a long trip, but precious little time to continue your education.”
“I can read it on my own.”
“What fun is that?”
“I do have questions.”
“Compose them while I read to you.”
She rolled her lips between her teeth and gave the tiniest of nods.
He licked his lips, excitement flashing across his skin. “A fellow named Frank is speaking.”
“Mm.”
“And he says…”
“Yes?”
“The Thing with which a man pisseth, is sometimes call’d a Prick, sometimes a Tarse, sometimes a Man’s Yard.”
“A yard?”
He rubbed his ear. “Remember, Em? Close confines and loud exclamations do not do well together.”
“Yes. Well. I hardly think it’s ayard.”
He chuckled. “Would you like to see?”
“Pardon!”
“How long do you think it might be?”
“Samuel!”
“Shall I show you?” He let his hand hang heavy over his fall, over his cock, which strained against it.
“I… I”—she swallowed, her gaze dropping to his hand. And everything else. “I think you should keep reading.”
“As you wish.” He cleared his throat. “Frank continues, you understand.”
She nodded, the red high and lovely, enticing, in her cheeks.
“It hangs down from the bottom of the Belly like a Cow’s Teat, but—”
