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booted feet beside her thighs. “You’re a pretty chit. You’ll find another protector soon enough. Where shall I take you?”
    “With you,” she blurted. “I have no place else to go.” The skirt of her dress squeezed and wrinkled beneath her worrying hands.
    His feet hit the floor of the carriage with a thump and he leaned forward, forearms on his powerful thighs. “Listen here. I arrived in town only recently, I have no permanent residence, and I don’t sleep with whores. I certainly don’t live with them.”
    She gasped at his cruel words. “I’m no wh…”
    “Save it, Charlotte. You stood on that auction block smiling and displaying the wares for all to see. Don’t play the missish virgin now.”
    She swallowed hard over the sudden lump in her throat. What could she do? Was he to throw her onto the cruel London streets? Would she have to stumble back to her family’s crumbling estate admitting failure? No, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She sat up straight on the bench, eyeing her adversary. Madame’s many lessons about the male gender rolled through her head.
    Without a further word, she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his trouser buttons.

Chapter Three
     
    He barely had time to process where her hands were before his cock was out and gently squeezed between two of the softest palms he’d ever felt. His eyes closed and his hips reflexively gave a short upward thrust.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, but she didn’t answer.
    Her hot mouth wrapped around him and he hardened instantly. Blood pounded between his legs and it was all he could do to keep from crying out. It had been long, too long, since a woman’s soft touch had been near him. He gripped the pillowed fabric of the carriage bench and squeezed, fighting for control, but rational thought abandoned him as Charlotte’s mouth wove a magical spell around him. Christ, he’d never felt anything this amazing in his life.
    He’d heard rumors of such things, but sailors rarely had time for extended love play. A quick game of in and out at every port was all he’d usually manage. Why was she doing this? Did she think he’d change his mind about keeping her? Although he’d offer her marriage if she kept her mouth wrapped around him for a few minutes more.
    He placed one hand around the crown of her head, sliding his fingers around her silky, wheat-colored tresses. His movements caused her hair to spill out of her elegant style and fall onto his thighs adding yet another texture of delight.
    She slid her mouth up and down his swollen shaft, her tongue doing amazing things at the base. When he felt a tiny lick on his tightened balls it all became too much and he exploded into her mouth. Cool air whipped at his softening cock when Charlotte sat back and smiled coyly at him.
    “I’ll be good to you. You’ll love having me around,” she said with shining lips.
    He snorted and tried to arrange his trousers to discretion. “Somehow I doubt that.”
    She pouted. “You didn’t enjoy that?”
    “It was bloody brilliant, and you know it,” he said, looking out the window or anywhere but into her anxious-to-please face. He was embarrassed at how easily she’d distracted him with sexual favors.
    “I promise to do it every day if you allow me to stay with you,” she said and slid up onto the seat next to him, placing her hand suggestively on his upper thigh.
    His cock actually gave a little jump at the nearness of her hand. In fact, if it were up to that particular appendage, Mistress Charlotte would be on her back, legs in the air while it pounded into her. And Christ, every day ? The idea was overwhelming in its appeal. Hell, he’d ask her to do a lot more than that. A picture of her dressed in nothing but delicate gold chains around her wrists and ankles entered his mind and his shaft jumped again.
    Seven years ago, when he’d first started his travels, he’d purchased delicate gold shackles