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didn’t you tell me?”
    Sinjun’s eyes narrowed as he swung around to confront Christy. “You know my sister?”
    “Of course,” Emma said, forestalling Christy’s answer. “We met in the powder room. I must say, Sinjun, your taste is improving. Lady Violet wasn’t at all your style.”
    “That’s enough, Emma,” Julian said reprovingly. “It isn’t proper for unmarried young ladies to be so outspoken.”
    “Oh, pish, Julian. If you weren’t so serious all the time you’d be as popular as Sinjun.”
    Julian rolled his eyes. “God forbid. Nevertheless, I insist that we leave now. Perhaps Sinjun will come around for a visit soon.” It was a direct command, one Sinjun couldn’t ignore.
    “Of course I’ll visit soon, Emma,” Sinjun said, “if I can wade through the throng of suitors beating down your door.”
    “Forget the suitors,” Emma said. “I don’t give a hoot about any of them. Please come soon, Sinjun. And bring Lady Flora.”
    “He’ll come alone,” Julian said sternly.
    Sinjun cursed beneath his breath. The meeting was unfortunate. Emma was a mischievous little imp, and far too inquisitive. He should have known she’d find a way to meet his new mistress.
    “I’m sorry,” Sinjun said as he handed Christy into the coach. “Julian considers himself the family’s conscience. He didn’t want Emma to meet you. You do understand, don’t you?”
    “It’s all right, my lord. I understand. Emma must be protected from Lord Sin’s excesses. I suspect Emma knows more than either you or your brother give her credit for. Lord Sin’s exploits are the talk of the ton. How could she not know?”
    Sinjun flinched. Though true, Flora’s words gave him pause for thought. She considered him unprincipled, a man without morals. He wouldn’t call himself a model of decorum, but he did have morals, dictated by his own personal code. Perhaps his decadent ways were common knowledge, but why should he change when his lifestyle fit him perfectly?
    “Forget Emma,” Sinjun said as the coach lurched forward. “Do you know how very much I want you? I’m not sure flaunting you in public is a good idea. There wasn’t a man present tonight who didn’t wish he were in my shoes.”
    He pulled her against him, smiling when she dutifully raised her head for his kiss. He stared a moment at her full lips, then took her mouth with his. She tasted so sweet he couldn’t stop the groan that rose in his throat. Never had a woman gotten under his skin so quickly. He couldn’t wait. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. His hand slid beneath her skirts, raising them high as his hand skimmed along her leg.
    “Sinjun! What are you doing?”
    “What I’ve wanted to do all evening. Don’t worry, I told the coachman to take the long way home. Spread your sweet thighs for me, sweetheart. I need to touch you.”
    Christy’s breath seemed suspended. She couldn’t move her eyes from his face. She could almost hear her blood pounding through her veins; every sense seemed intensified, and yet she was aware of little beyond the small, enclosed place that held the two of them. Sinjun required things of her she’d always considered wicked. She knew he was wild, hedonistic, unpredictable, but making love in a traveling coach was beyond anything she had imagined. Closing her mind to the very improper behavior Sinjun demanded of her, Christy realized a mistress would be eager to acquiesce to her lover’s whims, no matter how improper. She spread her thighs.
    Sinjun’s hand slid up her stocking-clad leg past the garter. His hand found her, and she jerked in response. Something very strange was happening, and once again she felt the disorienting sensation of losing control of her senses. It was not at all what she was supposed to feel for her womanizing husband.
    “You’re already hot and wet for me,” he whispered against her lips. “I have to have you, Flora.” He raised her skirts to bare her thighs and shifted away to