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that she wouldn’t be dizzied by her own body.
    He nodded before his hand glided lower and he cupped her breast.
    Lysandra’s knees nearly buckled at the intimate touch. Her whole body ached, but it was anything but an unpleasant sensation. She felt on fire, alive, and she wanted more. More of what, she couldn’t have expressed.
    “Your nipple is already hard,” he explained further and strummed his thumb over that same nipple as he spoke.
    Lysandra’s eyes shut again, this time not out of embarrassment, but from utter pleasure. There had never been any kind of sensation like this before. This feeling of being hot and shivery at once, of being so out of control over her body that she arched her back and moaned softly without meaning to do either.
    “I think your tutelage will be smooth,” he said and took a step closer, forcing Lysandra back up a step in response.
    She bumped against the settee and staggered into a seated position. He dropped down next to her.
    “But testing that is my duty,” he continued, his rough voice as seductive as his hands were.
    Lysandra couldn’t formulate words. She couldn’t even think of any words as she watched those hands, those magical hands, return to her body. He cupped both breasts now, lifting and massaging her with exquisite gentleness.
    Lightning bursts of pleasure and desire struck her, and she shivered with the sensations this man was awakening in her. She had always pictured this arrangement in its most unpleasant aspects, but this… this was heavenly.
    She watched, her lips parted, as he removed one warm hand from her breast and glided it lower, down to the apex of her body. Her heart rate was doubled, for she knew that he was moving toward the most secret places on her body. Her most private treasures that she had always been taught were forbidden except to a husband.
    But despite being trained to reject these kinds of caresses, especially from a near stranger, Lysandra felt no fear, but only giddy anticipation. An emotion that only intensified when Andrew bunched a handful of skirt into his fist and began gliding the entire skirt of her gown upward. The hem crested over her knee and halfway up her thigh before he slipped one hand beneath.
    “Andrew,” she gasped as his hot flesh met her equally hot flesh. She wouldn’t have been surprised to look later and find he had branded her with his hand, marking her as his forever.
    More surprising was that she did not dread that concept. To be his. To be marked. To surrender fully to what this affair, what this decision to be a mistress entailed.
    And then all thoughts fled because he slipped his hand higher until his fingers met the spot where her legs met.
    “Wet,” he whispered, almost more to himself than to her. “Ready already.”
    Lysandra rested her head back on the armrest of the settee and gripped at the closest pillow with her fist as he stroked her through the thin fabric of her drawers. He was right that she was wet, a fact that both titillated and embarrassed her. She wanted to ask him if that was normal, but she didn’t want to reveal too much about her inexperience in these matters. She just wanted more from him.
    And he gave it. Without warning, he pulled her drawers open at the slit and his fingers moved inside to touch her in the most intimate way possible.
    Lysandra couldn’t hold back her cry of surprise and pleasure as his fingertips stroked the folds of her womanly center, coaxing her to open her legs wider and surrender to his wicked ministrations.  
    And she did. She spread her legs shamelessly and shut her eyes as he explored her. He was so gentle in his examination, just barely skimming his hands over the outer regions of her core, but every touch inspired lightning bursts of heavenly sensation. She found herself lifting and straining toward him, aching for more, though she still had no clear idea of what that more entailed.
    “I want to see you come,” he murmured.
    Her eyes flew open, and