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her. At best, he would whip her. At worst, he would toss her out onto the streets. The idea of his wrath brought a sob to her lips.
    “Here now,” said August. “What’s this? I know I’m a big fellow, but I’m trying to make it good for you. Do you have regrets now? Do you want me to stop?”
    Did she have regrets? Oh, she had a thousand regrets, but she clutched at him when he would have drawn back. “Please, milord. I’m only a bit...frightened of you.”
    “You mustn’t be frightened. No harm can come of pleasure.” He cupped her face and kissed her, a long, lingering kiss that felt completely different from the others, because he was pressed so deep inside her. She clenched a bit around him, and was surprised that it felt rather...good.
No harm can come of pleasure.
    He wrapped his arms around her and cradled her, moving inside her slowly, sensually, until she began to experience a mounting sense of need. Now that she had fallen this far, perhaps she ought to fall the entire way, and enjoy these moments—however long they lasted. How long would this last? The more he kissed and grasped her, and moved inside her, the less she cared. She felt tender where they joined, but also hot and excited in some way.
I don’t understand
, she wanted to say.
Please help me understand this.
But he thought she was Mary, a kitchen maid who crept into gentlemen’s beds for this sort of congress all the time.
    “Yes, that’s better,” he said as she moved with him. “I told you you’d grow accustomed to my size.” Once she was in the rhythm he wanted, he leaned back and lifted her into his lap, holding her tight as he moved her up and down on his thick length. She clung to his shoulders, burying her face against his neck and breathing in his smell. It was a very hot, sweaty, energetic business, but she felt so close to him now that they were connected in this way. When she gasped or sighed in pleasure, he answered with gruff, masculine noises of his own.
    She tried to reach that same apex of squeezing, aching release that she’d achieved earlier, but she found it all so odd, and so distracting when he groped her or pinched her or—my goodness—spanked her bottom.
    “You’re too delectable, my dear,” he said at last. “I can’t hold off any longer.”
    “Hold off what?” Her question was lost in his ragged groan. He lifted her off his staff, his groan transforming to a drawn-out growl as hot liquid dripped upon her belly. Before she could come to terms with this stunning development, he’d swiped it away with his palm and collapsed atop her. He let out a long, contented breath.
    How strange and mysterious he seemed to her now. She had known August as long as she could remember, but she’d never known this side of him, this sweating, kissing, licking, thrusting part of his nature. How comfortable he was in such activities. Why, she believed he was falling asleep on top of her.
    “Milord,” she whispered, stirring. “Please, I must go.”
    “Not yet.” He moved a little off her, so she could breathe again, but he kept her trapped beneath one arm and one muscular thigh. “I don’t want you to go yet. Just a little while and I’ll let you up, and send you back to bed with a bit of sweetness for your trouble.”
    Sweetness.
What did he mean by that? Money? Tears pooled in her eyes. Oh, she’d done an unforgivable thing. She’d gone from a kitchen maid to something more like a whore. She knew that men weren’t perfect, especially men like August who were reputed to be fast with women, but she’d never expected to be confronted with this side of him so…intimately.
    She had to get away.
    “Please, milord.” She tried again to squirm from beneath him.
    He caressed her arm. “No, not yet. You smell so sweet, and you’re soft and warm. And it’s my birthday, did I tell you? Just a few minutes more.”
    All right. A few minutes more. The last few minutes, because then she’d have to leave this bed and