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way of sexual release.
    He’s been stiff all through this strange interlude and I’ve made not the slightest offer to do anything about that. Even though he’s seen to my satisfaction…repeatedly!
    I wonder how to broach the subject. He seems to be quite content for the moment just to hold me, despite the fact that he must be in a fair degree of discomfort. Something that’s dramatically illustrated when I shift my position slightly and he draws a swift, sharp breath.
    “Um…your lordship…er…shouldn’t we do something about that?”
    Not exactly eloquent, but I drive my point home by moving again, cautiously rubbing my sore bottom against the solid bulge that’s stretching his jeans.
    If I’ve been expecting a positive response and an enthusiastic segue into the next delicious stage of the proceedings, I’m completely wrong. He remains silent, perfectly silent, for several long moments, and when he does utter a sound it’s a soft, regretful sigh.
    “That’s a sweet offer, my lovely Rose, and I’m very tempted.” I gaze into his face and suddenly discover that he looks quite sad. “But perhaps it’s not the best idea…not really.”
    “Why not?” I demand, my submissive role suddenly a thing of the past. His eyes widen, and for a moment I wonder whether I should apologize and grovel a bit, but then he smiles and shrugs, the movement of his shoulders transmitting itself to me more through his erection than anything else.
    “I…” He looks away, distant for a few seconds, and then returns his gaze to me. He looks rather sad, almost wistful, and then he smiles again. “I prefer to just touch and play and give pleasure, rather than receive it.”
    What?
    “But…um…don’t you need to come?”
    He laughs. “Of course I do. But I’ll deal with myself later, Rose.” He tips his head back, as if looking heavenward for inspiration, his night-black hair sliding away from his face with the movement. “It’s hard to explain, but basically, if I get too intimate, I want too much…and I’m not really a good prospect for relationships.” A heavy sigh lifts his chest. “I’m a widower, but I wasn’t much good as a husband. Or even a boyfriend. Too wild…too selfish…. I’ve settled down a lot now, of course—” he makes a vague gesture as if to encompass his responsibilities at the Manor “—but now I’m saddled with debts and commitments, and anyone who takes me on takes all that on as well.”
    I can see what he means, but suddenly, in the midst of that thought, a bright revelation shatters the gloom.
    Oh God, even though he’s expressing his shortcomings and his wariness of relationships, the fact that he’s actually mentioned a relationship—marriage even—must mean that he feels more for me, and sees me as more than a temporary employee and a casual spanking playmate.
    Mustn’t it?
    “Look, please, let me…let me touch you…or maybe we can even fuck? I won’t expect more than just that. All it’ll be is a bit of pleasure with no commitments. Um…just friendship with a little bit of extra, really, nothing more.”
    It’s out before I’ve really thought about it. But thinking about it, I know I do want more, despite what I say.
    Even though it’s possibly the stupidest thing I’ve done in my life, even crazier than agreeing to be spanked by my temporary boss, I’ve only gone and fallen head over heels in love with the marquis, haven’t I?
    And he’s right, there’s no future in it, is there? None at all…. Soon I’ll be leaving for the Caribbean, to take up my chance-of-a-lifetime job!
    He looks at me and his dark eyes are still sad, but strangely yearning. It’s as if he’s just read my thoughts, and feels the same bittersweet emotions that I do.
    “You’re a wonderful girl, Rose.” He touches my face, the same fingers that punished me now a tender, caressing curve. “You’re far too wonderful for me. If I take more from you, I’ll just want more than that.