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From beneath the falls of Joshua’s nankeen trousers, a virile column of flesh sprang. Tiny, pearly beads hung from the tip. Louisa blushed self-consciously as she watched Emma lick away the silvered droplets. So that was what a man’s pride looked like. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to look Joshua in the face again without betraying herself, and she certainly wouldn’t let the maid dress her in future. The blushing heat that had started in her cheeks began to spread. When she looked down at herself, she was horrified to find her nipples erect and poking against her lawn nightdress, eager for some attention. Louisa rubbed them in a futile attempt to get them to return to their normal state. Instead, a dart of liquid delight shot through her excited body. It fizzled out between her clenched thighs, but not before it had set a different set of nerves alight, and a deeper need began to make her wet.
    ‘Come up here.’ Joshua patted his lap.
    Emma obeyed and mounted him. Soon all Louisa could see of him were his limbs, his heavy ball sac and stiff member. He clasped Emma about the buttocks, lifting her up and down while sheathed inside her. She could see everything, every tiny detail how his shaft flexed, how its colour changed, darkened a more ruddy shade with each thrust, and how it glistened with Emma’s juices.
    Louisa craved … something? She remembered that was what she’d been dreaming about. She’d been with Wakefield, somewhere … but in her mind, the details had been vague, as if seen through a veil. Now everything seemed clearer, more enticing than her fantasy.
    She clutched the neck of the port decanter, gripping it as though she could squeeze some life into it. Joshua dug his fingertips into Emma’s round cheeks and energetically drove himself deep into her. He gave a strange strangled grunt, then their motion ceased.
    A moment later, Emma removed herself from his knee and sought out her clothes. Joshua pressed a crown into her hand once she had dressed. ‘Breakfast at seven,’ he said, and gave her a wink. ‘Now get yourself to bed.’
    ‘Yes, sir.’ Emma slipped the coin into the cleft of her ample cleavage for safe-keeping, gave Joshua one last saucy smile, curtseyed, then flounced towards the door.
    Louisa’s throat closed around her yelp of discovery, stopping the sound before it escaped. Her heart fell into her stomach. Then she fled back up the rickety staircase to the guest room and cowered behind the heavy drapes, still clutching the decanter.
    She pulled out the stopper and swallowed two thirsty gulps. The contents calmed her, until the warmth reached her veins and she imagined Frederick Wakefield in the chair, exposed to her, his private parts begging to be touched. Then her blood seemed to boil. She pressed her palm to her brow, frightened by the image.
    ‘Be sensible,’ she muttered to herself. ‘You barely know him.’
    Bella stared solemnly out of the leaded window-panes; the sky was dark and filled with the threat of distant thunder. The glorious summer had come to an abrupt end two days ago, when the morning mist had held until well after noon. ‘Perfect!’ she said sarcastically, as she watched the wind roll through the heather on the valley floor until the force drove the raindrops so hard against the glass that it was impossible to see out. ‘We can’t go riding in that.’
    She twisted in her seat, turning her back on the dismal weather. She wanted to race across the fields to Lauwine with the wind in her face and her hair whipping around her; storm right up to Lucerne Marlinscar and kiss his Cupid’s-bow lips; cover him with tiny love bites to satisfy her craving. She briefly envisaged herself sitting astride his hips, riding his long cock, while his mouth played over her nipples and his fingers were entwined in her pubic hair, massaging her clit. The golden sun was behind them, warming their bare skin, and around them crickets chirped in the grass.
    Bella gave