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he hadn’t experienced his own orgasm. She lifted her head far enough to look into his eyes. “What about you?” she asked.
    “You took care of me earlier. From now on, this is for your pleasure.”
    She gulped at the thought of him taking her again.
    He sat her up straight and released the clamps on her breasts before depositing them on the table. “Did you like that?” he asked with a grin.
    She chuckled. “Yes.”
    “Good,” he said. “Then you’ll like the other toys I’ve brought for you as well.”
    He seemed so at ease, slumped in the chair with a naked woman straddling his lap. His shirt hung haphazardly on his body. His pants gaped. And it struck Sophia that she had never seen a more handsome man in her life.
    “What should I call you?” she asked.
    A dark eyebrow arched. “How about Bad Jack?” he asked as if he’d never given it any thought until now.
    Odd. Most all infamous highwaymen had well-known nicknames but she’d never heard of a Bad Jack before.
    He smiled and pecked her lips with a quick kiss before he set her off his lap. “I brought in some water to heat over the fire. You can clean yourself up a bit.”
    He stood and did up his pants before pilfering through a large basket on the table. “Hobbes sent along some cold chicken. I’m famished.”
    Hobbes? Since when did highwaymen employ servants?
    While he spread out the chicken and other items in the basket, Sophia took the opportunity to clean herself. She noticed a spot of the blood on the cloth he’d provided for her but it was so insubstantial she doubted he’d seen it. She’d told him she was a virgin but he hadn’t seemed as if he’d believed her. In fact, he’d accused her of playing her part well.
    “Come. Have something to eat,” he called.
    She reached for her habit but he put up a warning finger. “No! No clothes. You are mine for two days and in those two days you will have no need for clothing.”
    Two days? He intended to keep her here for two days? What then?
    Her stomach grumbled and she eyed the chicken. There was no sense in worrying about what would happen after she left this place.
    He had awakened her to a new life and she only wanted to enjoy it before she was shackled to Ralph for the rest of her life—if he would even have her after she’d been compromised by the highwayman.
    He poured her wine glass full. “Come love, and I will feed you bite by bite and then I will have my dessert between your legs.”
    * * * * *
    Lady Huntingdon’s pulse raced as the coach pulled to yet another stop. Already, the broken wheel had put her hours behind and only a mile from the point where she was to meet her lover, John Badcock, Earl of Stafford.
    She’d met Jack once before at a masquerade ball. Both clad in masks and costumes, they’d stolen a few moments pleasure in the host’s library. Since then, they’d written clandestinely and had both shared their naughtiest secrets, which they’d planned to enact this very day.
    Elinor’s fantasy was to be ravaged by a highwayman and when Jack had come up with the idea of holding up their carriage and snatching her away right from under her husband’s nose, she had squealed with delight.
    She’d thought he’d probably given up by now but when the coach rumbled to a stop on the Hounslow Road, hope surged.
    Anticipation thrummed in her veins as she peeped out the window but dismay soon set in.
    There was no highwayman at all.
    Instead, they came upon Lord Wisbech , who’d generously lent his men to help repair their wheel. Wild-eyed, he stood in the road, his fine clothes in disarray.
    “Your Grace! What happened?” she asked, but already she had a sinking suspicion she knew what happened.
    Lord Wisbech darted to the window. “We were robbed by a highwayman!”
    “A highwayman?” Thomas Warwick grumbled. “Which one?”
    “How should I know?” Lord Wisbech fumed. “He didn’t exactly introduce himself.”
    “How much did he take?” Thomas