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her warm, she waited to be found. Just thinking about it raised her excitement and her sex thrummed in anticipation, already moist. The clock in the hall chimed ten o’clock. Time for the game to begin.
    The carriage clock chimed fifteen minutes past the hour. Mortlock’s footsteps thumped and his murmurings grew to sound very cross as he hunted without success. Ten minutes earlier he’d searched the library where she hid and in his hurry he’d missed her. He’d come so close the drapes had swayed. She’d suppressed a shiver and her nipples had hardened, brushed by the velvet. Now his heavy tread sounded upstairs as he looked, before he pounded down the staircase. The door of the billiard room thudded as it hit the wall. Moments later, the library door opened, its familiar creak giving away his progress into the carpeted room.
    Their love sessions were usually enacted in near silence, a hangover from Brighton more than a lack of something to say, but today he groaned, presumably with frustration but possibly, she hoped, with lust.
    He began his second search of the room, starting on the opposite wall. She heard him opening the cupboards, shifting the couch away from the bay window, and swishing the curtains. Her skin tingled, and her limbs threatened to hitch. Her sex heated and her muscles tightened low in her belly. The thrill of knowing he would find her at any moment made her legs weaken and with a swish, the curtain was yanked back. She stood revealed, shivering in the draught, her buttocks tense, her feet barely holding her on the low stool, her legs wobbling like melting jelly.
    Her erect nipples ached, her flesh prickled with goosebumps and a giggle of delight escaped her as he stared, his gaze raking her from top to toe.
    “At last.”
     She stretched her arms up to relieve the tension. Excitement bubbled and fizzed within her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against his bare chest. His exertions had given him a sheen of perspiration. She toppled as the stool tipped. He righted her while he sucked and nipped her breasts. He slid his other hand between her thighs. Hiding for so long had wound her like a coiled spring. She yelped in surprise. He released her and, as the stool tipped once more, he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her steady.
    “Minx.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder so her breasts rested on his back and her arse received a swift spank.
    He marched with her out of the library and down the passage to the billiard room. With care, he placed her on the billiard table, already covered with an eiderdown from one of the spare rooms upstairs.
    He’d been busy while he’d been searching. Without a word he climbed onto the table and spread her legs apart. Kneeling between her thighs, he trailed his tongue over her belly, up to her breasts where he circled and licked them till she made protesting whimpers.
    Desire surged through her limbs, dampening her thighs and she moaned with frustration. With a sudden grab, he lifted her hips and flipped her over. Her arms flailed to catch up. He pulled her rump, raising it and in response she knelt, resting on her hands. Without pause, he rammed his cock into her and pumped. She lowered herself onto her elbows and he held her fast at her hips, pulling her back towards his body with every thrust, his strength such to render her helpless, yet deliciously so. She was possessed by male desire and loved his energy. She closed her eyes and wished it was Henry making love to her at this minute, instead of the paid gardener. In an instant her sadness was overwhelmed by her body’s response. Her clit rejoiced in being bumped by his balls with each thrust. She shifted her weight and stretched under her belly to reach his sacs. They nestled in her hand and each time he reared back she pulled them forwards across her hot, wet sex. They stretched and he moaned, thrusting faster. She squeezed and rolled his balls harder in response