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like. Warm, wet, black velvet.” He pushed slowly all the way in and then dragged back until the head of his cock slipped just out of the opening.
    Her hands clawed at his back, his buttocks. She writhed restlessly.
    Restraining himself, he raked the head through her folds. “What do you want?”
    She groaned. “You.”
    He chuckled low. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it.”
    “All the way,” she said, tugging.
    Her motions were futile. If there was one thing Jack Badcock understood, it was a woman’s desire.
    He sucked at her neck, heedless of the marks his mouth left in his wake. “How. Tell me how.”
    “Hard. Fast,” she whimpered.
    “Don’t be so impatient, love,” he said. “Before you leave here, I will have rutted you so raw you won’t be able to walk.”
    “Yes, oh yes.” She rocked.
    “But now, I want to feel your tight sheath gripping and holding me, milking me,” he said and then traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. He drove deliberately inside her and then ground his groin into hers.
    Her body hummed beneath his. Her channel squeezed in rebellion as he withdrew. Again, he pushed inside, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the wonder that was a woman. How long had it been since sex was something more to him than physical release? Perhaps it was the fantasy. Maybe it was the eroticism of the toys, of spanking her, but this—with her—ripped him from the reality of managing his estate, of living up to his deceased father’s too-high standards—and from his pending marriage to a German aristocrat on whom he’d never laid eyes.
    Instinct took over and he braced himself on his elbows to rhythmically thrust into her. He pushed all coherent thought from his mind and instead focused only on the physical, on the thrill of infatuation and secret romance.
    Up until now, this woman beneath him had been a flirtation. Suddenly, he found himself entertaining thoughts of meeting her on a regular and frequent basis.
    Her nails raked down his back sending shivers up his spine. “Pull my hair,” he ground out.
    At once, fingers entwined in the hair at his crown and tugged. Hard. “Fuck, yes,” he said along with a string of other unintelligible expletives. His groin slapped hers over and over, faster and faster.
    On the edge of explosion, he somehow managed to withdraw his cock. Winding one hand under her body, he held tight while his seed erupted between their bodies.
    Temporarily sated, he rested heavily on top of her. She rained kisses against his neck and his shoulder. This was supposed to be a fuck. Nothing more than a fuck. So what was this insane urge he had to cradle her in his arms and hold her?
    Without words, he did just that, somehow dragging the covers over their naked bodies as he pulled her into an embrace.

Chapter Three
     
    Elinor paced in her room. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She was supposed to be in Jack Badcock’s bed. The bastard! The least he could have done was send word that he’d made a mistake.
    “ Miss Sophia Astley ,” Elinor sneered the name as if she were uttering the vilest words imaginable.
    She stopped and stared out the window, not seeing the verdant hills of her husband’s estate. It was hopeless. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t exactly mount a horse and take off in search of Jack Badcock’s hunting lodge. First of all, she had no idea where it was. Second, while extra-marital philandering was accepted for men if carried out discreetly, it was taboo for women.
    Elinor struck her own palm with a clenched fist. This situation was intolerable.
    Surely to God he’d realized he was with the wrong woman. But if so, why hadn’t he returned her? Elinor seethed. Although she’d only met him the one time, she’d gathered from his letters that he was a rake but he certainly wasn’t the type to leave a woman at the mercy of the road.
    Briefly, Elinor closed her eyes but images of her lover in the throes of