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now, it did matter. Very much.
    All reason fled to be replaced by a mad impulse to fuck her hard, the way she seemed to prefer, over and over until he wiped her mind free of every other man she’d ever known. He reached down, swept her off her feet, took her to the bed and tossed her down. Bouncing several times, she braced her arms on either side of her body, her face flushed and her eyes aglow. “Goodness, Grey, where did that come from?”
    He covered her body with his own. Still laughing, she grasped the open neck of his shirt and pulled hard. At the sound of tearing cloth, his laughter came out in a choked groan.
    “That was London tailoring, minx.” He nipped her earlobe.
    She rubbed her taut nipples against his bare chest. His fingers flew to his pantaloon buttons, wrenching them open. The lack of finesse, the haste, appalled a part of him. He still had his damned boots on. No one else had ever driven him into such a frenzy of desire. His cock, poised at her slick heat for one quick, deep thrust, throbbed in time with his thundering heartbeat. His ears detected something. Not her moans. Something else. His own heartbeat? No, syncopated…
    Thunder?
    It came again.
    Knocking.
    He tightened his hands on her hips as if to deny his own thoughts. But the world must have been coming to an end if Will dared disturb him. He lifted his head, but her throaty protest sent pure need knifing through him and he found her lips with his again. Will, whatever he wanted, could go hang. He plunged into her hot, wet depths and her inner muscles clenched. He groaned, clasping her buttocks fiercely.
    The knocking came again, louder and more sustained.
    He tore his lips away.
    “They’ll go away,” she whispered.
    “No, they won’t.”
    Calling on years of self-discipline, born and trained into him, he withdrew and rolled away quickly, going to dress, giving himself no chance to reconsider. While he was fastening his pantaloons with difficulty over his erection, her arms wrapped around his waist, her nipples like cinders against his shirt-clad back.
    Christ, didn’t she realise what it would do to him? Lightning-sharp desire surged through him and he set his teeth while he disentangled her hands. “I’ll be right back.”
    He strode to the door, opened it and stepped out into the corridor, closing the door behind him. Will’s face was so white his freckles appeared like black specks.
    “What is it?” Grey asked.
    “ The Philadelphia Pride , Mr Sexton.” Will’s voice dragged. This wasn’t going to be good. Damn.
    Damn, damn, damn.
    “Yes, what about her?” he demanded impatiently.
    “She’s on fire.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “My valet shall see you home.”
    Grey’s terse, impersonal tone fell like cold rain over Beth’s passionate haze and she pulled the soft blanket over her breasts.
    Picking his coat up, he didn’t glance her way. “Don’t worry, he’s discreet.”
    “You’re leaving ?”
    “Something pressing has come up.” At the washstand mirror, he picked up a silver-backed brush. In the reflection, the expression on his hard, angular face betrayed not one trace of the razor sharp passion of a moment ago. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    That last wasn’t a question. It was a command.
    Her mouth fell open and she drew her spine straight. “I will not be spoken to in that way.”
    Smoothing his coal-black hair, he paused. Silver eyes met hers in the mirror. “What way?”
    “As if I were one of your lackeys, at your beck and call.”
    “I merely expressed my wish to see you again, tomorrow.”
    “I can’t come back until Saturday.”
    He laid his brush down. “Why the devil not?”
    “Because my brother thinks I am at Mrs Bickle’s but I pled off work because my sister is ill. I work Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. I can only come on those days. Otherwise, I cannot come here at all.”
    His black brows drew together sharply and a deep vertical line showed between them. With jerking motions, he