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evidently looking over her shoulder.
    â€˜I’m not sure the barbed words of Juvenal are suitable for a young noblewoman’s mind,’ he said abruptly.
    â€˜I find his work quite stimulating,’ Atia responded, matching his gruffness with sweetness.
    â€˜Well, I shall have to see if I can’t provide a more stimulating distraction for my future wife,’ he said. Atia felt Marcus’s hand on her shoulder and she nearly jumped at the unexpected contact, but she kept her attention firmly fixed on her book. He lightly brushed the nape of her neck, then her shoulder, moving down and slipping beneath the fabric of her robe. His hand cupped her breast, holding the globe in his palm while his thumb and forefinger teasingly tweaked her nipple.
    Atia kept her gaze lowered, careful to keep her breathing regular and undisturbed, yet her pulse began to pick up speed. Marcus’s caresses were slow and leisurely. Atia could feel the hairs on her arms standing up as her arousal spread through her belly and downwards. It had been a long time since she had felt the touch of a man, and she was taken aback by the strength of the desire which was building within her. Yet she knew she must keep her head – Marcus would be an unbearable husband if he knew he could control her so easily.
    As Marcus’s hand slipped across to her other breast, Atia realised she had read the same words on the page before her three times already. She knew her racing heartbeat must be giving away her excitement, and she tried to counter it.
    â€˜Really, Marcus, I find even the dullest of Juvenal’s observations more arousing than that clumsiness you are attempting.’ Atia cursed herself for the uncontrolled quiver which ran through her voice, undermining her impression of composure. Before Marcus could reply, a voice from the door made her jump.
    â€˜I have found them, master. They are in here.’ Atia nearly dropped her book in shock to see her father’s slave, Quintus, standing in the doorway. Marcus quickly withdrew his hand before Atia’s father, Cornelius, appeared as well.
    â€˜Marcus, my apologies,’ Cornelius said, his arms outstretched to embrace his future son-in-law. ‘Quintus was most lax in informing me of your arrival.’ As the two men embraced, Atia inwardly sighed; it was a favourite lie of her father’s to blame Quintus for his own tardiness. Cornelius was a man of bluffs – he gave the impression of an aging businessman, partial to snoozing over his scrolls in the late afternoon sun. Yet Atia knew that uncounted businessmen had been fooled into believing it to their cost.
    â€˜No apologies necessary,’ replied Marcus with an indolent smile. ‘I am sure a flogging will make sure he never does it again.’
    â€˜Are you suggesting I punish a slave on the first day of Saturnalia?’ Cornelius asked with undisguised horror. ‘Marcus, you know it is highly inauspicious at such a time for a master to berate his slaves. Why, it should be the other way round.’
    Atia smiled quietly to herself, imagining any slave trying to berate Marcus. She doubted her future husband would allow such impudence, even during a festival where slaves where entitled to do just that. Marcus’s sneer of disapproval confirmed her opinion.
    â€˜My family and I retire to our personal quarters during this unconventional time,’ Marcus snorted. ‘Of course, our most faithful slaves do not hold with such imbecilic frolics and remain to attend us. It is a frugal three days, but better that than having the house overrun by impudent slaves. Don’t you agree, Cornelius?’
    â€˜Not at all!’ blustered Atia’s father. ‘Why, even the most sombre of Roman citizens needs a little perversity in his life to keep him safe from the boredom bred by security.’ As Marcus glanced aside in disapproval, Cornelius spared a wink for his daughter and Atia had to