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that.
    “Thank you.” She smiled at him as he carefully placed some fish and other delicacies on her plate, and then served himself.
    He noticed Miss Margaret was staring at him through the candelabra. Even though it was considered rude to talk across the table, he offered her a gracious smile. “The fish is excellent. I must commend your cook.”
    “Oh, give Faith your compliments, my lord. She and my mother are the only ones who care about such things.”
    “There is no shame in being mindful of one’s duties as a hostess, Margaret!” Lady Pelly interjected. She frowned at her younger daughter. “I’m sure Lord Westbrook would appreciate a wife who was attentive to his best interests at home.”
    “Indeed.”
    Or any woman who would surreptitiously caress his thickening cock at a family dinner party within five feet of her father. He should’ve known she would take up his challenge with a vengeance. Reluctantly, he removed her hand.
    “Some more fish, Miss Pelly?”
    She widened her eyes at him. “Is there nothing else on offer?”
    “At this particular moment? Nothing that you haven’t already tried before. But perhaps we can find you something more to your taste in the next course, something sweet to suck on, perhaps?”
    The minx licked her lips and considered him. “That sounds delightful.”
    It was going to be impossible for him to rise from the table without everyone seeing how aroused he was. Did he care? Only to protect Miss Pelly from her sister’s all-too-knowing gaze.
    The final course arrived, and he had to watch Miss Pelly take a Chantilly cream custard and slowly and thoroughly lick her spoon clean with the tip of her tongue. Whatever happened, he was going to have that mouth on him later, sucking and licking him, he was resolved on it.
    To take his mind off his surprisingly alluring dining companion, he considered his fellow guests. Robin Pelly and his brother, Michael, were both clearly enamored of Miss Margaret, the former more obviously than the latter. It was also clear she would have none of them. The elderly retired general seemed to be a favorite candidate of Lady Pelly, who mentioned at least five times that his lands ran parallel to theirs. That left the two other beaus from London. He knew neither of them, as they were a good deal younger than he was. They seemed what they were—young, silly, and idle, and more than willing to form a court around the latest beauty without seriously considering marriage.
    None of the men struck him as having the potential to spy for the French. In fact, if he were a wagering man, he’d say that Miss Pelly was the most avid French sympathizer in the room. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that his opponent could be a woman, even a woman he desired. And he did desire her. Perhaps the thought that Miss Pelly would soon be on her knees pleasuring his cock added a new level of danger to his current interest. Or maybe being intimate with her would make her tell her secrets more easily. . . .
    He realized the ladies were withdrawing, leaving the men to their port, and he managed to stand and bow, his napkin deployed to cover his lap. The time spent with the gentlemen of the party would help him refine his thoughts on each potential suspect, and hopefully dampen his desire until a more suitable moment arose for satisfaction.
     
     
    Faith handed round tea to her mother, sister, and the various spinsters who lived with General Hardy in his crumbling manor house. The general’s first wife had died a year ago, and it was obvious he was on the hunt for another. It was a slight dent to her pride that even such a decrepit individual as the general wanted Margaret more than he wanted her imminently more suitable and practical older sister. Not that either of them would have him anyway. She shuddered at the thought.
    “Are you cold, Faith?”
    “I’m fine, thank you.” She smiled at her mother. “Would you like some more tea?”
    “Yes, please