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    Mr Winterbourne's Christmas: Winterbourne, #2
    Mr Winterbourne's Christmas: Winterbourne, #2
    Mr Winterbourne's Christmas: Winterbourne, #2
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    Mr Winterbourne's Christmas: Winterbourne, #2

    By Joanna Chambers

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    Lysander Winterbourne has been living happily at Edgeley Park for the last eighteen months. By day he is Adam Freeman's estate manager, by night, his lover...but Adam never speaks of his feelings and Lysander has no idea whether their relationship is any more than a convenient arrangement for Adam.

    When the two men are invited to Winterbourne Abbey for a family Christmas, matters quickly come to a head. Snowed in at the Abbey with a house full of guests, Lysander has to face up to shocking revelations, long-held secrets and a choice he never expected to have to make...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoanna Chambers
    Release dateNov 19, 2018
    ISBN9781999709198
    Mr Winterbourne's Christmas: Winterbourne, #2
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    Joanna Chambers

    Joanna Chambers always wanted to write. In between studying, finding a proper grown up job, getting married and having kids, she spent many hours staring at blank sheets of paper and chewing pens. That changed when she rediscovered her love of romance and found her muse. Joanna's muse likes red wine, coffee and won't let Joanna clean the house or watch television. Connect with Joanna: Newsletter Website: www.joannachambers.com Facebook  Facebook author page Twitter: @ChambersJoanna Goodreads

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      Mr Winterbourne's Christmas - Joanna Chambers

      1

      Adam

      Edgeley Park, Buckinghamshire

      December, 1823

      Adam woke to the unmistakable sound of a cup of tea being stirred, the domestic tinkle of a silver teaspoon against china.

      Yawning, he stretched and opened his eyes. Lysander was standing at the window, naked, his slim, strong body beautiful in the weak winter sunlight. In his hands he held a cup and saucer. Fine eggshell porcelain decorated with delicate pink roses, absurdly dainty in his capable masculine hands.

      Lysander hadn’t yet noticed that Adam had woken up. He was gazing out at the grounds of Edgeley Park, his expression peaceful, a small smile playing about his lips.

      Aren’t you cold, Mr. Winterbourne? Adam asked sleepily.

      Lysander turned, his small smile growing into a bigger one, happiness in his blue eyes to find Adam awake.

      Was there anything better than that? Being looked at like that, by the person you were in love with?

      Oh, Mr. Freeman, you know me. Lysander set the cup and saucer down on a side table before strolling back to the bed, moving with that easy grace Adam had admired from the first. I don’t feel the cold. Comes of growing up in a draughty old abbey.

      Adam reached for him as he drew near, pulling him down to land heavily on top of Adam, making Lysander laugh when Adam gave an unexpected "Ooof!"

      You might not feel the cold, Adam said, when he had his breath back, but your skin’s like ice. Let me warm you, beautiful boy.

      Lysander chuckled happily. Boy, he scoffed.

      Always my boy, Adam assured him, settling his mouth on those sweet lips before rolling them over till Lysander lay on his back beneath him. Breaking the kiss, Lysander gazed up at Adam, eyes dancing with mirth and affection.

      I should be going, he murmured, though he made no attempt to move. I’ve work to do.

      It can wait a little longer, surely. Adam pressed a kiss to Lysander’s throat, then laid a trail of them up to the sensitive spot where his jaw met his ear, relishing his lover’s moan of pleasure. First I need to taste you spending in my mouth. Would you like that? A little reward for taking my cock so well last night?

      Lysander moaned again. God, your cock—I can still feel you. He gave a shaky laugh. Yes, suck me. I love your mouth on me.

      Adam squirmed his way down the bed, dropping kisses on Lysander’s body as he went: left shoulder, right nipple, the arch of his ribcage and down to his navel.

      So many delights.

      With a happy sigh, Adam settled between Lysander’s open thighs, spreading his elbows to make a little more room for himself, chuckling softly at Lysander’s sigh of acquiescence.

      For a moment, he let himself have the luxury of simply looking at Lysander, staring with unabashed fascination at the light brown nest from which Lysander’s cock sprang, hard and red-tipped, bobbing with need, and the neat purse of his balls, already high and tight.

      "Adam, please—"

      He glanced up. Lysander had his arm thrown over his face and his chest rose and fell as he panted.

      Such a lovely, uninhibited boy.

      Adam’s heart clenched, a feeling that was joyful and sad at once. He wished he could preserve this moment forever. The truth was, he wasn’t sure how long this would last—how long Lysander planned to stay at Edgeley Park—and somehow, he could never bring himself to ask, as though by doing so he’d remind Lysander there was a world outside this house, waiting for him.

      Setting those thoughts aside determinedly, Adam turned his attention to the matter at hand. He began with Lysander’s balls, licking a luscious, wet stripe over the tight, wrinkled flesh and drawing a shaky laugh from his lover.

      Lysander liked this sort of thing very wet, so Adam held nothing back, licking with abandon till his chin was wet and his mouth made lewd slurping sounds. Lysander squirmed against him, moaning and bucking without an ounce of shyness.

      God, Adam loved that. Lysander writhing beneath him, undone with pleasure. There was no shame in the bed they shared. No shyness. Only wild, uninhibited joy.

      Adam shifted his attention to Lysander’s cock, first thoroughly wetting the base, then painting the shaft with generous swipes of his tongue, loving Lysander’s heady scent.

      Ah, Christ, you’re good at that— Lysander cried, hips straining upwards for more. Adam looked up, meeting his gaze and grinning wickedly, before lowering his head to finally take Lysander’s shaft fully into his mouth, right to the back of his throat.

      Lysander groaned deeply, and Adam felt like his master and his slave at once, vanquishing him with the passion of his service.

      He sucked his boy, sucked and laved and licked, all abandon, no finesse, cheeks hollowing, face wet. He sucked till the muscles in his jaw ached and still never wanted it to end. His own cock was hard as stone, yet he didn’t even think about touching it. This was all for Lysander.

      Lysander’s fingers tangled in his hair, urging Adam on while he babbled pleas and praise, punctuated with hoarse, inarticulate cries of pleasure. And then, all too soon, Lysander was coming, in joyful, salty spurts. Adam managed to swallow most of it, but a bit spattered across his face, making him chuckle—such a messy business this, tending to his boy.

      He crawled back up the bed, leaning over Lysander’s relaxed body to grin down at him. Pointing at his face, he said, wryly, You got me.

      Lysander laughed too, reaching up to wipe away the pearly fluid decorating Adam’s cheek with his thumb, only for Adam to catch his hand and draw it to his mouth, smiling into Lysander’s eyes as he sucked it clean.

      Lysander’s smile was wide and uninhibited. All sunny handsomeness. That was lovely. Now it’s your turn. Shall I—

      Before he could go any further, there was a short, sharp knock at the bedchamber door followed by a rattle that had Adam looking over his shoulder and howling, No!

      Not that it did any good. The door still creaked open and a familiar auburn head peeped round the doorframe.

      Only me, said its owner cheerfully.

      Adam scrambled onto his back, pulling the bedcovers over his and Lysander’s bodies. For God’s sake, Jonny!

      Lysander—the traitor—started laughing and pulled the bedcovers right over his head, squirming further down the mattress to hide from their intruder.

      Another voice, from behind Jonny in the corridor, called out anxiously, I’m very sorry, sir! I tried to stop him!

      Poor Fletcher. Adam’s butler was very protective of his master. Adam had given the man a job when no one else would, when the man was straight out of prison after being found guilty of the same crime Adam committed every day—preferring to share his bed with a man.

      It’s all right, Fletcher! he called back. I realise Mr. Mainwaring is impossible.

      Jonny chuckled and Adam gave him a look before sighing. Come in then. Shut the door behind you at least.

      Jonny strolled in, resplendent in a dressing gown of heavy gold silk covered with lavishly embroidered peacocks, and let the door click softly behind him.

      Good morning, he cooed, draping himself in a chair by the window. You look wonderfully well this morning. All flushed and handsome. Have you two just been carrying on? I thought I heard some curious noises.

      Adam’s face heated with mortification. You shouldn’t be let out on your own, he muttered. It’s a wonder no one’s murdered you yet. Beneath the quilt, Lysander shook with laughter.

      You know my dear, I think you’re actually quite right about that, Jonny said. I could do with a full-time protector, but I’ve yet to find a fellow with the stamina to stay the course.

      For a man who rarely gets up before luncheon, you’re surprisingly exhausting, Adam agreed dryly. Speaking of which, why are you up at this ungodly hour?

      Jonny grinned wolfishly. I want your sweetheart for the day.

      Lysander popped his head above the bedcovers at that, eyes wide. What?

      Jonny laughed. Only to paint you, dear heart. You did promise me, and the light this morning is quite wonderful, all bright and wintry. I fancy you as Narcissus. We could walk down to that ridiculous folly next to the pond for my initial sketches. Don’t worry, you needn’t disrobe—it’s far too cold and I’m not a monster. He smiled at Lysander winningly and batted his eyelashes.

      His charms had no effect on Lysander though, who sat up and said, I’m afraid I can’t this morning. I’ve a deal to do. There was a suspected case of sheep scab a fortnight ago over at Whitecross Farm and we’re double-checking all the herds.

      Jonny pouted. "Oh, but the light’s so perfect! He glanced at Adam and added with a chuckle, Can’t you order him to pose for me, my dear? There must be someone else you could send to check the sheep?"

      Adam felt Lysander stiffening slightly beside him, the sudden awkwardness between them palpable. It was a tension that arose whenever this was mentioned explicitly—that Adam was both Lysander’s lover and his employer.

      They never really discussed it, or how it had come about. Adam had invited Lysander to come to Edgeley Park after a single day’s acquaintance. He’d fallen for Lysander absurdly quickly and wanted more time with his new lover. And since he had no idea what to do with the dilapidated estate he’d just bought, Lysander’s advice in those early

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