The Naked Marquis Quotes

“No, no, I’m not afraid of…of anything.” “Because some girls, they don’t like it much. I suppose with the wrong man, it could be uncomfortable, or even unpleasant.” “You really don’t need to—” “But the, um, conjugal act is really quite nice. You do understand what a man and woman do in bed together?” “Uh…” “No, no one has told you, have they? Well, men, they take their, their…thing.” Mrs. Begley made a vague gesture toward her waist. “And they put it, um, where it goes.” Another vague gesture to her waist. “The first time may hurt a bit, but after that it can be quite lovely. And there’s usually a bit of kissing and snuggling and…and kissing that goes on.” Mrs. Begley got an odd, almost dreamy expression on her face. “Squire is very good at it, you know.” “No! No, please, don’t feel—” Emma did not want to think about portly Squire Begley and Mrs. Begley doing anything that involved a bed and…things located anywhere near a person’s waist. Squire Begley didn’t even have a waist any longer. Mrs. Begley grinned. “Very good at it, indeed. Why, just last night…” She sighed and shook her head. “Well, that’s neither here nor there. The point is, Miss Peterson, that the marriage bed can be a very comfortable place. And I’m quite certain Lord Knightsdale knows how to please a lady. Why, if I didn’t have my Squire and if I were a few years younger…”
― Sally MacKenzie, The Naked Marquis

“You can uncover your eyes now, Emma. I’m decent.” Emma spun around. Her eyes immediately fell to the flap on his breeches. “You are sure you are all right, my lord?” She reached out again as if to touch him. Charles waited, hoping, but no, she stopped and pulled back her hand. “You do look better. There was something clearly amiss with your anatomy earlier. Did you notice?” She flushed and straightened her shoulders. “I know I should not be raising such an intimate topic, but you seemed in such pain. Have you had a surgeon examine you?” “God have mercy, woman, there is nothing amiss with my anatomy, as I will be delighted to show you once you agree to marry me.” He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “Perhaps I’ll show you sooner, if you continue to torture me in this fashion.” “My lord!” He had had enough of looking and talking. It was time for touching—past time.”
― Sally MacKenzie, The Naked Marquis

“Prinny growled. He was not interested in cooperating. “I’m sorry, my lord,” she said, looking up the length of him from where she crouched on the ground with Prinny. “It looks like—oh!” She stared at his towel. There was a very large bulge poking out from his body. “Have you dislocated something?” “What do you mean?” “Something is not right, my lord. See?” She reached toward the object. “Don’t touch.” Emma sat back quickly. “There’s no need to shout. Are you in much pain?” His entire body—at least all that she could see—turned bright red. “Yes. I am in intense pain. I am going to die in about five seconds if you do not turn around and close your eyes this moment.” His voice sounded clipped. She looked all the way up to his face. His mouth was pulled tight. “Can’t I do something to help?” “Yes, you can. I am positive you can cure my condition, but not today. Today you will turn around, put your hands over your eyes, and keep them there until I tell you to remove them. No peeking. Do you understand?” “I am not one of your privates, my lord.” “Privates. Oh, God. Just do as you are told, Miss Peterson. Please? I beg of you.” “Oh, very well.” Emma did not really want to add to his suffering, but she did not care to be shouted at. Still, she supposed allowances needed to be made for a man in obvious pain. She turned…but if she put her hands over her eyes, she’d have to let go of Prinny. “My lord,” she said, beginning to turn back. “Freeze, Miss Peterson.” “But…oh!” Emma felt a jerk on the lead and then watched Prinny run off down the lake, dragging Charles’s towel in his mouth.”
― Sally MacKenzie, The Naked Marquis

“Kita tidak bisa mengendalikan apa yang kita rasakan, kita hanya bisa mengendalikan tindakan kita.”
― Sally MacKenzie, The Naked Marquis