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I come."
    With one swift thrust, he filled her and she obliged him, climaxing with a force that blinded her to everything but his body and her response to it. He arched his back and bit down hard on his lip as she convulsed around him, his shaft a thick unyielding presence deep inside her.
    "I'm still not sure I have this right."
    Helene closed her eyes as his fingers played with her nipples, drawing them into tight sensitive buds. She swallowed hard.
    "Trust me, you do. If I experience any more pleasure, I think I'll die."
    "Isn't that what the French call it anyway? Le petit mortV
    He kissed her gently and began to move his hips, shallow upward strokes that made her gasp. She gripped his muscled forearms and dug her nails deep as another wave of satisfaction crashed over her.
    He pulled out, and his cum flooded her belly and pooled on the chair beneath her. He kissed her throat and sat back on his heels, breathing hard.
    "Next time, I want to stay in you longer." He stroked his now-flaccid cock. "Damnation, I wish there was a way to gain satisfaction without having to withdraw." His gaze was direct. "I want my seed in you."
    "You do not." Uneasily, Helene counted the days since her last monthly course. "I have something in my baggage that might help—if it ever gets here."
    He drew away from her, his expression careful. "You have sheepskin condoms?"
    "Don't men use those to protect themselves against disease? I have something to protect myself."
    Despite the sudden nervousness in her stomach, she met his gaze full on. Had he realized she was not what she seemed? She hated the thought that he might turn away from her in disgust. There had to be something she could say.
    "My husband's children from his first marriage did not want to dilute their inheritance.
    My widow's portion depended on my making sure it didn't happen."
    Mon Dieu, another lie, but what else could she say? Her sense of happiness and well-being dissipated.
    Philip got to his feet and stretched before looking down at her. "I'm sorry."
    "For what?" Helene wrapped her arms around her knees and retreated farther back in the chair, anxious to avoid his piercing stare.
    "For making assumptions about your character when I hardly know you. For bringing the outside world into our refuge." He shoved his hand into his hair. "This is our time away from reality. The only time we can really be ourselves, and I had to ruin it."
    She met his impassioned stare, amazed that he felt the same as she did and that he had the ability to put her yearning into such eloquent words.
    "We are never truly free."
    His shoulders drooped. "I know, but I wanted it to be different for us tonight."
    Helene stood up and walked to him. His seed clung to her
    |thighs, and his scent covered her own. She already owed him so much. She stroked his back and encircled his waist with her arms.
    "If this is a dream outside of time, then we make the rules, oui?"
    "I suppose so."
    She rubbed her cheek against his warm skin. "Then perhaps 'We should simply enjoy each other?"
    He sighed. "I would like that."
    She went up on tiptoe to kiss his luscious mouth. "I would too."
    He slid his hand into her hair and deepened the kiss until his cock nudged her belly again.
    Helene felt an answering quiver in her sex. To have such a young vigorous lover was a revelation. His fingers tightened in her hair.
    "Let's go to bed."

Chapter Three
    Philip thanked the maid, shut the door, and returned to the bed, balancing the supper tray in his hands. The steaming bowls of beef stew, fresh crusty bread, ale, and apple pie gladdened his heart. Food on the ship had been plain at best, inedible or infested at worst.
    And although he'd loved the spices of India, it was a pleasure to come home to the more simple things in life.
    He halted by the side of the bed and stared at Helene, who dozed beneath the well-rumpled covers. Her blond hair was tangled, her skin a delicate shell pink from the roughness of his unshaven chin.