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and surged up on her tiptoes.
    Sophie sucked in a scared breath, softened her lips, and pressed her mouth to his.
    Her first kiss as a courtesan!

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    It was never my intention to move downward from an earl to a viscount. Practicality dictated I use my wiles and my expanding circle of acquaintances to conquer greater peaks. On the arm of my devoted young earl, I was introduced to marquesses and dukes.
    So imagine my great surprise when I was whisked behind a large tree in Hyde Park by an eager and gorgeous viscount, and I found myself unable to put a stop to his ardent seduction.
    It was not because he was insistent, but because I was weak at the knees, bubbling with desire, and I had never wanted a gentleman more. He lifted my skirts, and in two clever strokes of his thumb, he brought me to the climax that had eluded me through several love affairs. “You are mine now,” declared the viscount. (Alas I cannot even indulge the first letter of his name. He would be identifiable at once.)
    â€œNo, I am not.”
    â€œI made you come, my dear.” His youthful and beautiful face glowed with pride. He was twenty-one, and I was younger by two years, but I felt worldly wise.
    â€œThere is more to this business than simply that.”
    â€œYou are filled with arrogance, are you not?” I added.
    â€œWhen you see me without my trousers, you will know why.”
    â€œHarumph,” I said. “A coronet on a carriage is of more importance to me than an endowment in your linens.”
    â€œYou are a heartless thing.”
    â€œA woman cannot be practical and have a heart. The combination is far too volatile.”
    He merely laughed. “You will come back. I know you will.”
    I stuck my nose in the air and left him. But in a few stolen moments behind the trunk of a spreading oak, I had fallen in love.
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    â€”From an unfinished manuscript entitled A Courtesan Confesses by Anonymous
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    Her soft mouth moved over his in a messy attempt at a kiss. She was all eager enthusiasm, fierce passion, and no finesse. It was like capturing a willing but innocent dairy maid behind a milking shed. Miss Ashley had to be innocent, probably virginal.
    Cary stood there, letting her lips rub against his. Until his conscience demanded to know what in hell he thought he was doing.
    Stop kissing her and save her, damn it, it said.
    I will. In a moment. This is just a kiss. I’m not going to ravish her.
    You might, answered his conscience. When was the last time you kissed a woman? When was the last time you were burning inside? If you unleash the lust boiling in you right now, you’ll regret it.
    I have no intention of unleashing anything.
    She kissed him harder, mashing her lips to his. She pressed her bosom against his chest. Then she clasped his hand and lifted it to caress the swell of her breast. Full, encased in tight silk, her bosom was a warm temptation.
    Apparently, she’s ready to unleash .
    Shut the hell up, he muttered to his conscience.
    He should drag his hand away, but she held him there, his palm cupped around the sweet, full curve swathed in pale blue silk.
    God . . . he groaned against her mouth as a surge of desire almost cut him off at the knees. In his confining trousers, his cock straightened.
    He hadn’t had sex in a long, long time. He couldn’t even relieve himself in his own hand anymore. Memories flared up at any kind of sexual contact.
    Moans fluttered from her lips. Her fingers clung to his shoulders. She had closed her eyes, and her jet-black lashes curled against her cheek, making her look even more sweet and innocent—though she kept his hand clamped against her soft, lovely tit.
    She was trying for a sensual kiss, but she kept pushing her lips around on his with no real skill and no idea how to inflame his desire.
    Despite this, his cock was as heavy as an iron bar, pulsing as all his blood rushed to it. His body was on fire.
    Damn, what in hell was