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her release. Her voice was his undoing and he shuddered against her, his hips pumping hard.
    His breath harsh, he relaxed, allowing his body to rest over hers without crushing her.
    Oh, how she loved it. She stroked her hands over his naked back, savoring the feeling of skin to skin.
    This was what her body had been made for.
    Him.

Chapter 3
    Damian held Julie and stroked her soft hair. He loved the long black strands. He wound them around his fingers, keeping silent. They’d laid together now for an hour, just quiet. Something had happened to him in the pub. Usually, he was controlled. Able to always decide when and what happened. It had not been his intent to have Julie in his bed tonight. He’d meant to ease her into it gradually. To continue the seduction.
    But when he’d seen the men looking at her in The King’s Head, all of them clearly thinking she’d look good beneath them he’d felt a surge of jealousy so intense it had been all he could to keep a smile on his face, and his fists in place.
    So, he’d swept Julie up and taken her here. It was a beautiful hotel. He owned it. But he never had stayed here and he’d never brought a woman here before. It had been total impulse,  something he hadn’t allowed himself in years. . . Or perhaps it was better to say since before meeting Julie Doyle.
    With each day that he knew her, she chipped away at his hard won control. . . And that? That wasn’t good. He was supposed to be helping her but if he lost control of his emotions, he wouldn’t be able to help her. He wouldn’t be able to help anyone .
    He’d lose himself. Just like his father had done. No. He had to keep himself in check. The wild feelings she induced? He’d keep them under lock and key. After all, this endeavor was about her, not him.
    Once she’d found her confidence, well then, they’d both be free and he’d be safe. He closed his eyes. No. He was still safe. There was no danger. If there had been, he would have marched out the room the moment he’d felt himself beginning to unravel.
    Julie Doyle had no power over him.
    It was just the freshness of a new affair that was making him feel so strangely.
    That had to be it.
    “Damian!” she whispered abruptly.
    “Mmm?”
    “We have to go back?”
    “We do?” he kissed her neck, intending to keep her against him for many more hours. “We haven’t even started yet.”
    “I’m going on a walk at five am with your grandmother.” She groaned. “Oh, god. How am I going to face her?”
    He started to laugh. Her embarrassment was delightful. “It might surprise you but my grandmother isn’t a virgin.”
    She punched him lightly int he shoulder.
    That made him smile. A few days ago, he doubted she would have done something so bold.
    “I can’t believe you can talk like that about her!”
    “Grandmother was quite the woman in her day. The toast of society and she had a bit of a reputation. She has never held back when discussing the matters between men and women. I’m glad she hasn’t. She’s no fool and she’s no judging harridan.”
    She was eyeing him skeptically, clearly thinking that she was going to be slut shamed by his family.
    “Julie, quite seriously, people of my. . . How shall I say it, station? People of the aristocracy are not generally ruled by the morals of the middle class.”
    She grew quiet.
    Silence wasn’t a good thing when it came to women, in his experience.
    “Did I say something to upset you?”
    “Does that mean affairs are totally normal to you? Infidelity, I mean?”
    “I’ve never been in a relationship, so I have never cheated on anyone.”
    She tensed.
    Damn. Women were such tricky creatures. She wasn’t his girlfriend , a ridiculous word in his opinion in any case, but he knew they and something more than a casual relationship. No doubt, in her mind, if he was to take another woman out at this stage it would be the worst betrayal.
    And he wouldn’t. Because he knew it would hurt her.
    To his