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release his rigid staff. His member sprang free, and he pulled her astride him. “Ride me, sweetheart.”
    Christy rose slightly and impaled herself; the feeling of him sliding inside her was pure bliss. She arched her body and took him deeper. He gripped her bottom, his hands kneading, caressing, urging her to take even more of him. Her body drifted apart from her mind, lost in a sensual haze of pleasure. Excitement raced through her. A sudden jolt of sensation wrung a strangled cry from her lips, brought forth from deep inside her by the man who didn’t know he was her husband. Then she knew no more.
    When her wits reconnected with reality, she found herself lying on the seat with Sinjun leaning over her, his dark eyes inscrutable.
    “You’re incredible,” he whispered as he hastily pushed down her skirts to cover her legs. “We’re almost home.”
    With Sinjun’s help, Christy straightened her dress and patted her hair into place, relieved that Margot wouldn’t be up to remark on her dishevelment.
    Sinjun exited the coach and handed her down. She wasn’t sure he intended to go inside until he followed her to the door and held his hand out for the key. She handed it to him and stood back while he opened the door. A moment later she found herself being swept up into his arms and carried up the stairs. He entered her room and slammed the door with his boot heel. Then he set her on her feet, undressed her slowly, and made love to her again. Christy thought she had given her all in the coach, but their loving was as fierce as any storm, battering her senses and leaving her breathless. Afterward, she was more confused by her feelings than ever.
    She was enjoying this far too much.
    The following days and nights were surprisingly full. Since Sinjun never left until the sun rose high in the sky, Christy slept late. Sometimes he took her to the opera or theater, or riding in the park, but always they ended up in her bed. They ran into Julian a time or two. Stiff with disapproval, he usually acknowledged them with a cool nod but rarely spoke to them. She saw Emma only from afar, for Julian was careful to avoid them when he escorted his sister about.
    Christy thoroughly enjoyed the operas and plays, even the rides through the park, but she abhorred the balls, routs, and dances. Sinjun seemed to recognize her reluctance to attend private functions and honored her unspoken wishes by escorting her upon occasions to public affairs.
    Christy could not fault Sinjun’s attention to her. His faithfulness never wavered, which surprised her. Sinjun wasn’t known for his fidelity. As for herself, what she feared most was happening. Making love with Sinjun was the greatest pleasure she had ever known. She awaited his arrival each night with breathless anticipation, no matter that he had left her bed scant hours before.
    Lust was a powerful emotion.
    Christy knew Sinjun wasn’t the kind of man a woman could depend on. His very nature precluded a lasting relationship. Had he wanted a wife, he would have consummated their marriage years ago. Had she wanted an Englishman for a husband she would have done something about it long before now. What she wanted was freedom to do as she pleased without an interfering husband. And she wanted an heir for Glenmoor. If she were clever enough she could have everything she wanted. But at what cost? a voice inside her asked. Would her heart survive Lord Sin?
    A month sped by. Then another. At the end of her second month as Sinjun’s mistress, Christy had every reason to believe she was pregnant. She had missed her monthly flow by two weeks and there was still no sign of it. But to be absolutely certain, she decided to remain until the end of the third month, just as she had originally planned. As her deadline approached, it became apparent to Christy that if she didn’t remove herself mentally from Sinjun she wouldn’t be able to leave at all. That night, after they returned from the opera, Christy