“I’ve got nothing to worry about from Apollo,” Lord Byron said.
“I wasn’t talking about him, dear brother.” Eleanor locked the last cuff and stood up. As I struggled to maintain my balance, legs spread and in high heels, I caught a look between Lady Eleanor and Lord Byron. Rivals. And, in spite of their compliments to each other, not friendly at all. More like hostile as could only occur between siblings.
“You think you can handle two at once?” Lord Byron said.
Yep. Brother and sister.
“Just wait ‘til I get this one broken in,” Eleanor said. Her hand slid down, then up my skirt to rest against my panties. (Oh, my god. My wet panties.) “She’s already stained. See?” She pulled up my skirt in front to show Lord Byron just how soaked they were. “Just imagine how much fun she’ll be when I
