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then returned for a basket also strapped to his horse. In moments, he laid out a bottle of fine champagne, two crystal flutes, a bowl of early strawberries and another of clotted cream.
    Then he returned to her side while remarking, “You have so many more lessons to learn, my dear. We have only just begun. Come, sit down on the blanket.” He pulled her to the temporary nest he had created in the glade.
    “I have learned quite enough,” Angeline retorted. “I see no need for more lessons,” she protested while resisting her inevitable movement toward the blanket since his strength was much greater than hers.
    “Sit,” he commanded.
    “No,” she refused.
    In one quick action, Geoffrey used his foot to sweep her feet from under her, causing her rapid descent to the ground. To save her further pain, he placed his large palms on each globe of her lush posterior. He controlled her landing, then held his weight above her, his face inches from her own.
    “Madam,” he cautioned, “I do not take no for an answer.” He squeezed her backside gently then released her to sit down by the champagne, berries and cream.
    Angeline sat up in a huff, glaring at her abductor. “I am truly tired of your proprietary attitude, my lord. It will not do.”
    “After last night, my lady, you are mine to command,” he returned cocksure as he neatly popped the cork from the bottle.
    Angeline jumped from the startling sound. “Never, my lord, never will I be yours to command. Not in your wildest dreams. I will always remain my own person.”
    Ignoring her current protest, Geoffrey poured two glasses of the bubbly libation, then handed one to his unwilling guest. After Angeline took the glass, he raised his to hers while toasting, “To us .”
    “I think not.”
    He clinked his glass to hers anyway, then took a large swallow, momentarily holding it in his mouth to appreciate its taste. “There is nothing like the taste of a fine champagne. Do not you agree, my angel? Except maybe the taste of you. But then, we haven’t had that lesson yet,” he teased as he dipped a strawberry into the cream.
    Angeline’s blush rose from her breast to spread across her chest. Heat invaded her again. “You’ve had all the taste you shall get of me, my lord. I dare say you are not listening.”
    Ignoring her, Geoffrey leaned forward with the cream-laden berry, brushing it tenderly against her lips. “Do you like the cream, my angel?” his eyes, hot and very green, steady upon hers.
    Angeline’s breath caught with the heat of his gaze. “Yes, my lord,” she almost whispered in return as her tongue came out of her mouth to lick the sweet confection.
    “Open wide, Angeline,” he commanded. When she did so, he popped the berry into her mouth. “Let me feed you berries, Angeline,” he coaxed her. “It will be ever so pleasant. . .for the both of us. Would you like a lot of the cream?” He smiled warmly at her, the glint back in his green eyes, as if there was some secret meaning she was missing yet again.
    “Yes, Geoffrey,” she relented, “a lot of the cream,” as she received another berry.
    “Angeline, I greatly enjoyed our lovemaking last night. I cannot remember when I have had such a passionate partner. And I have had my share of partners. You are so warm, so willing, so very responsive, my angel. Being inside you is surely as close to heaven as I will get here on Earth,” confessed the marquess.
    “Your language, sir, is much too. . .too. . .forward.”
    “But, Angeline, you are my lover now; surely I can say anything to you. Do not these saucy phrases excite you? The thought of me inside you, does it make you wet once again?” Without her permission, Geoffrey slid his hand under her skirts, up her legs to the soft patch of fur at her nether regions. Still without hesitation, he slid a finger between her cleft to nestle into the soft wet heat he found there. “You are wet for me, Angeline. Ready for me even now,” he whispered,