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hard and smacked against her violently on each thrust forward.
    “Yes, yes, yes!” She whined, then wailed, then screamed. And—fuck!—he felt it. Her cunt was clenching on him, and immediately he exploded, bursting long jolts of spunk hard and deep into Her Ladyship.
    After her little pants of bliss had died away, he withdrew, noting the streaks of cum that were pulled out with him. “Fuck, that were something else, my lady.”
    “It certainly was. What a clever thing you are. I look forward to your continued service, Frederick.”
    Stupid arrogant bitch. Still, his orgasm fresh in his mind, he could keep his opinions to himself.
    “I didn’t even get to eat you out. My favourite.”
    She glanced across at him. “Is it? A glorious cock and a nimble tongue. You know how to keep a lady happy.”
    “I try my best, my lady…but I’m not Edward.” He spoke before realising. Fred stopped dead and glanced at her with fearful horror.
    Her face was cold and set straight and for a moment he thought she’d dismiss him, but then a look of acceptance came over her and her expression softened. “That is all for now. You may go.” And she turned over on the bed and reached for a book.
    Fred released the breath he was holding. He’d got away with it. Perhaps best not to mention Edward again.
     
    * * * *
     
    When Edward returned from his trip with Lord Atherton, Frederick waited before setting out the details of his first week in service at Foresham, although his friend was dying to know. It wasn’t until the evening, alone in their room, that Edward finally asked.
    “So…what’ve you been up to in my absence, Freddie boy?”
    Fred just grinned—it was all the answer Edward needed. He dragged on his cigarette.
    “Aye. Thought so. How long did it take?”
    “She asked for me the afternoon you left.”
    “Did you do it in her room?”
    “Aye. She didn’t want me spunkin’ on her fine rug in the drawing room.”
    Edward chuckled. “I’ve given her a right seeing-to on that rug. But then, I wouldn’t waste a drop. Full of me, she is. What did y’think?”
    “She’s a good ‘un. As moist and hot as me nan’s plum pudding. Reckon she liked the size of me too.”
    “Told you she would. You do move fast, don’t you, Fred?”
    “Aye, she’s a fine fuck. But she missed you. She told me. I got the feeling she was only with me ‘cause you weren’t there.”
    Edward fell silent then reached up to rub hard at the corner of his eye before turning over and stubbing out his cigarette.
    “G’night, Fred.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Edward intended to catch Isabella the next day, but he couldn’t. She seemed distracted. It was often the case if the earl was at home. At three o’clock he noticed her asking Violet for her walking clothes. He watched from an upper window as she strode purposefully over the fields alone. She only did that when she was down—he knew her too well. His Lordship was busy with the estate and Edward was not needed. Putting on his boots, he decided to go for a walk.
    He followed at a discreet distance, knowing she was probably heading for the pond on the western meadows. She’d told him she liked it there.
    He caught up with her after a few minutes. She was sitting on a rock under a willow tree, tossing pebbles into the water. The ripples spread out before bouncing back on themselves, a never-ending circle, in and out. But above the noise of the water lapping at the banks was another. She was crying.
    Edward stopped and instinctively took a few steps back. Staff were not supposed to see their masters distressed. They were not supposed to realise their weaknesses.
    But this woman, as beautiful as the dragonflies darting about her, and as fragile, compelled him to stay. Something was burning inside.
    He stepped out. “Isabella?”
    She turned round with a gasp, clearly shocked to see him, and hid her face quickly. “What are you doing here? Go away. I wished to be alone. You of all