Being Improper is set in 1897 Philadelphia, and showcases a young woman, Carrie Scott, whose fiance died suddenly in a horse accident some time before the story is set. Instead of going back on the auction block, she uses his death to hide away from the world and hold on to her freedom. But when her body demands attention, she attributes it to Female Hysteria and goes to a family friend for counsel.
Dr. Matthew Gibson was her eldest brother's best friend and only recently returned to Philadelphia after attending Harvard Medical School. He's been biding her time, waiting for her to come out of her mourning clothes, but he never would have guessed that she'd come to him.
Helping to right the woman, Matthew ran across the street, dodging broughams and horses as he went, stepping off the sidewalk and into the park.
Looking around he took a deep breath, still holding his hat in front of him. He needed it to hide the tenting of his pants. Watching Carrie sitting across from his desk had been pure torture. As she asked him for his help, he had been struck senseless by her beautiful pale skin illuminated by the sunlight that filtered in through his windows, making her glow like the angel she was .
He closed his eyes on the next breath, imagining her with her golden hair flowing down around her shoulders, her eyes as emerald as the grass below her bare feet, running away from him as he chased behind her, laughing as she slipped from his grasp only to get caught in his arms a few feet away. In his mind, he finally caught her and they tumbled to the ground, her soft form under his as he lay between her splayed legs, the warm spring sun at his back.
Another breath and the light lavender scent she wore was almost cleared from his nose. How could he help her when he was the last person she should ask? The thought of touching her creamy skin, of examining her nude body, of looking at her untouched quim was enough to make him harder than he had ever been in his life.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulping in air to calm his frazzled nerves, trying to relax the beast in his trousers who wanted nothing more than to slide within her welcoming heat. In the few times he had seen her since his return to Philadelphia, he had been struck with how womanly she had become; the epitome of grace, elegance, and sensuality.
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