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them too much?” Rafe asked, puzzled by her patience. “Too noisy?
Too wild?” All the governesses before her had spent their time
berating the boys and unsuccessfully trying to quell their
enthusiasm.
    “No,” she said
in her slightly husky voice and turning her green eyes on him,
added, “It is my belief that boys need to be wild now and then. It
is in their nature,” and she smiled as her gaze momentarily rested
on the tent in his breeches.
    He gulped and
asked, “And you don’t wish to tame their natural instincts?”
    “I certainly do
not!” she smiled, “They just need their energies directing a little
and they will grow into fine men.”
    At those last
two words, her voice cracked and her gaze swept over him again,
leaving him with no illusions about who else she might consider
fine. The minx, he thought, as his prick throbbed. He had to get
her on her own as soon as possible, and find out if she wished to
do more than just look.
     
     
    On the way back
to the house, as Sophie and the boys ran ahead, Rafe reached out
and grabbing her hand he pushed her against the rough bark of the
nearest tree. A reckless move, he knew, but he was a desperate
man.
    “Sir,” she said
calmly. “What are you doing?”
    “What does it
look like I am doing?” he growled as his lips made contact with the
creamy skin of her neck.
    Her hands
grasped his biceps as if to push him off but instead she moaned as
his tongue licked her fragrant skin.
    “Sir,” she said
again and then moaned, “Oh sir!” as his wandering hands found their
target and palmed her heaving breast. The firm flesh filled his
hand and he squeezed as he sucked at her neck, ramming his aching
prick against her leg.
    “You consume
me,” he snarled as his fingers found her hard nipple through the
thin lawn of her dress. “I must have you.”
    He was about to
take possession of her mouth when she rested her palms firmly on
his chest and pushed him away. “Control yourself Sir,” she
admonished. “We are out in the open.”
    The fog in
Rafe's lust addled brain cleared sufficiently for him to
acknowledge the truth of the matter, even though he was on the
verge of throwing caution to the wind and fucking her hard against
the damn tree.
    His hand was
still on her breast and he reluctantly withdrew it.
    She laughed
tightly. “You reputation is certainly true Lord Langham.”
    “My
reputation?” he asked, attempting a look of innocence as he ran his
hand through his hair.
    She laughed
again. “Oh come, my Lord! You are renowned as the worst rake in the
ton. I have heard no Lady is safe from your appetites.”
    Even though he
had only just energetically demonstrated the truth of her
statement, he couldn’t help feeling annoyed.
    “And there is
that other matter…” she said, her eyes lowering to the stiff pole
threatening to burst from his breeches.
    “What other
matter?” he stammered.
    “I have heard,”
she said. “That you are also the most ... generous rake in the
ton.” She reached out her hand and cupped his tackle, running her
thumb along the full length of his shaft, making him jerk and
groan. “It seems they were not exaggerating.”
    His breath came
out in a hiss as she deftly undid his buttons and reached inside to
stroke his turgid flesh. Cum churned in his balls and threatened to
leap up his cock, but he held back and merely dripped pre cum onto
her questing fingers.
    “We are out in
the open, Madam,” he said slowly, feeling as if his fevered
fantasies had somehow conjured up a particularly vivid
hallucination.
    “Indeed we
are,” she said crisply and withdrew her hand. “Let us catch up with
Sophie and the boys.” And she pushed herself off the tree and with
a swish of skirts, turned and continued on her way as if nothing at
all of any consequence had occurred.
    Rafe followed
her, his cock still leaking cum, and wondered what it would feel
like to be buried balls deep in her hot cunt.
     
     
     

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