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hymen.
    She was not a virgin.
    He hadn’t even realized the possibility had been holding him
back—he couldn’t recall having such a chivalrous instinct before—until all
doubt was removed. He was not sure why, but didn’t bother to ponder on it.
    That she was a woman of the world changed everything.
    She was fair game.
    Ruthlessly, he went to work on her, exploring her silken
walls, hunting for the bundle of nerves deep within. He found it—he knew when
she lurched and flailed and cried out, when she affixed her mouth to his neck and feasted. He found that bundle and grazed it, scraped it, rubbed it.
    She came around him. Tightened until he couldn’t even move
inside her.
    Good God.
    Her body contracted then loosened as the swell of her orgasm
rose and fell. He paced her, easing in and out, increasing her torment,
ratcheting up the tension again and again.
    And holy hell. She came. Again and again.
    He pulled back and stared down at her face. She was
exquisite in her bliss. Her eyes glowed, tiny tears glazed her lashes. Her face
was soft, her muscles slack. Her lips were pursed, but not in a disapproving
manner. Yes. She looked decidedly dewy.
    Decidedly delicious.
    He eased his fingers from her still quivering sheath and
wiped them on her petticoats. His body thrummed. His cock ached. His balls were
tight little nuts burning for release. He needed to be in her. He needed to be
in her now. He fumbled with the buttons on the placket of his trousers.
    “Kaitlin! Kaitlin!”
    He winced as a young, high-pitched voice wafted toward them
on the breeze. It came from not far away.
    Just in time, Edward yanked down her skirts and covered her
bare legs.
    A small dark-headed boy with rampant curls and a raft of
freckles burst around the side of the folly and flew up the steps. “Kait— Oh,
there you are.” He stopped and stared. “What are you doing to Kaitlin?”
    Kaitlin . Her name was Kaitlin.
    It was good to know the name of the woman one had just
brought to ecstasy.
    It was better to not be interrupted.
    She wrenched from his lap—damn, he hated the cold plaguing
him in her absence—and brushed down her skirts. “Hamish. There you are. We were
looking for you.”
    Hamish was not one to be cozened. Or deterred. He propped
his fists on his hips and put out a lip. “No you weren’t. I was at the tree
waiting for you.” He glared at Edward. “What were you doing to Kaitlin?”
    Edward stood and straightened his waistcoat, though it
hardly needed straightening. He propped his fists on his hips and put out a lip
and fixed the urchin with a very ducal perusal. And said the only thing that
came to mind. “Tickling her.”
    Kaitlin gave a delicate snort. He didn’t glance at her
because he was busy being ducal. He needed to get rid of this little scamp, and
now, so he could continue what nature so adamantly insisted he finish. He
glared at the boy, willing him to vacate the folly.
    A dark brow wrinkled. As did a ridiculous button nose.
“Tickling her? That’s stupid.”
    “Quite so.” He tugged on his waistcoat again. Glared some
more. “Isn’t there somewhere you should be, boy?” His ardor was diminishing by
the second.
    Hamish glared right back. “No.” He turned to Kaitlin.
“You’re not ticklish.” An accusation.
    Her mouth opened. And closed. And opened again. Nothing came
out but a tiny “eep”. She met Edward’s gaze, a help me look on her face.
    She was, in a word, adorable. He found he was unable to
maintain his officious mien, and chuckled.
    Her lips twitched, then curled. A strangled peep escaped.
Then a snort. And then a laugh.
    Then they both doubled over and howled with glee as Hamish
looked on, a befuddled look on his little face.
    When he stomped his foot and growled, “I fail to see what is
so amusing,” they collapsed together on the bench, Edward holding his sides and
Kaitlin with tears streaming down her cheeks.
    “H-Hamish, darling,” she finally sputtered, when she
regained some