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ready for you.”
    “For me?” She hadn’t stopped the slow undulations, but the
promise of wickedness delivered at the hands of his Lucy had him heated. A
trickle of sweat ran behind his ear. The room was stifling.
    She reached toward the pillow beside him and withdrew the
mahogany wood, polished into a smooth-shaped phallus. “You’ll have to help me.
I don’t want to do it wrong.”
    Did she mean to take it in? Or had he had some perverted
hopes, remnants of his previous erotic life that had him wishing she meant to
service him?
    The rod was coated with oil and when her hand disappeared
behind her back, he waited. She looked over her shoulder. “Oh, I knew I was
going to do this wrong. I think you’ll have to spread your legs.”
    His nostrils flared. He spread his legs even though he knew
there were easier ways. He lifted slightly while trying to remain calm. Lucy
bit at her lips and then he felt the first tentative prod at his ass.
    “That’s it,” he said. “There.” She nudged him, right at the
tight sphincter. “There. Push firmly. Don’t worry.” His building arousal was
making his vision blur.
    She pushed the wood past the first tight ring. As it slid
deeper into his body, he let out a rush of air. He bucked into Lucy, causing
her to moan.
    He clenched against the intrusion. His groin and stomach
muscles contracted. Sharp pleasure spread through him. His control was lost.
    “Oh, I’m sorry Lucy. I’m sorry. Ohhh.” He groaned, unable to
control his reaction.
    He bucked upward, once, twice and a third time, spilling
copious amounts of seminal fluid. Into her.
    Lucy no longer held the dildo in place. He brought his legs
together, still feeling and enjoying the intrusion in his ass. Lucy’s sheath
was warm but not convulsing in release. His cock was still hard inside her
body—maybe he would stay that way while the phallus kept him on edge.
    She lay over him, repositioning her legs, entwining them
with his. She rested her face against his chest.
    “I missed how you smelled.”
    “Like a dandy?”
    “No. Like a man. Will you shave this?” She caressed over the
hair of his chin.
    “I can’t. Not yet. Once we tell Vincent, once he is able to
handle the dukedom on his own, I will. There are too many servants who will
know me. We’ll have our own household where our life will be reality.”
    “Thank you. It was wonderful to be courted those few weeks.
In the open. I noticed Lady Crawford had her eye on you.”
    “Is it only married women who are interested in me?”
    “Just one. What’s next for us, Gian?” she asked, emphasizing
his Italian name.
    “More last nights than you can imagine. But this night is
whatever you want it to be. This is our world to make it as we will.”
    And they did.
    This night, however, started with a slow kiss and never
ended.

About Eliza Lloyd
     
    Eliza thinks romance writing is nearly as good as the real
thing. Given her choice of professions, she would have preferred to be a 19th-century
archeologist, but she is perfectly happy living in the 21st century and
comfortably writing about such romantic but inconceivably inconvenient times,
instead.
    She enjoys traveling, movies, everyone else’s novels and a
good meal out with friends on Saturday night. Her greatest flaw is that she
believes there is such a thing as true love. Don’t tell her otherwise, please.
     
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