Slave to the Night (The Brotherhood Series, book 2)
“"The less time we spend out in public, the less chance we have of anyone identifying you." Grace pursed her lips to suppress a grin. Being inside Elliot's conveyance roused memories of their journey home from Arlington Street. Just hours earlier, she had sat astride him on the leather seat, tempting him with her innocent kisses. Although they turned out to be no so innocent after all. The sound of his urgent pants and groans as she tugged at his hair had almost been her undoing, and she'd fought the need to lie back against the squab and offer herself to him.
"I don't care what people think of me," Grace said feeling genuine affection for the lady who had kindly taken her into her home. "But I do worry about you." Evelyn made a puffing sound. "In a few days, I shall be tucked away at Stony Cross and doubt I'll ever have cause to venture into town again. Let the gossips say what they will." The carriage jerked to an abrupt halt amidst loud cries and protests.
Grace grabbed the edge of the seat.
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