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wrinkled her nose. 'Oh, I was just getting maudlin.'
    'I'd better kiss you into feeling better, then.'
    'You've already had enough kisses.'
    'Nonsense. A man can't have too many kisses. You remember that, Sam.'
    'OK,' his son said happily, and gave him another, very noisy kiss, which made them laugh.
    'Sit down and I'll get you a drink,' Lucie invited. "Then you can tell me about the case.'
    Seton sat down in her vacated chair, Sam on his lap, and accepted the drink gratefully. But he didn't talk about the case, beyond repeating that it had been settled to his client's advantage. He never did talk about his cases in detail; to Seton, being a lawyer was like being a doctor: anything told to him was always in complete confidence. He dealt in civil law not criminal, and sometimes cases—fraud, for example—could last quite a while, so it was always good when they finished earlier than expected. Sam was looking at him expectantly, although he didn't ask, and after a few minutes Seton smiled, reached into his pocket and brought out a wrapped parcel which he gave to the boy. Sam opened it excitedly, to reveal a brightly coloured pencil with a rubber figure fixed on the top. He gave a crow of pleasure, gave his father another kiss, then demanded that Lucie find him some paper he could draw on. When he was settled at the table, Seton opened his briefcase and took out a bottle of scent for Lucie. She had pulled another chair up close to his and took his hand as she leaned forward to thank him. Their eyes met, held, were full of promise. 'How did you know I'd almost run out?'
    He smiled at her lazily. 'It's noticing things like that that earns a man Brownie points.' Getting to his feet, Seton drew Lucie back inside the house, his eyes already darkening as he took her into his arms to kiss her hungrily. 'God, I've missed you,' he muttered against her mouth.
    'It s only been a few days,' Lucie laughed.
    'Nearer a week. A whole week of loneliness, of wanting you, longing for you. Of dreaming about you.' He was kissing her as he spoke, on her throat, the line of her jaw, pushing aside the top of her dress to kiss and caress the fullness of her breasts. 'Let's go to bed,' he said thickly.
    Returning his embrace with a passion fuelled by her own longing, Lucie said, 'It's so early. What about Sam?'
    'He's happy enough for the moment. Come on. Come on!'
    She let him take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to then-bedroom. There was no need to draw the curtains; the house was too isolated for anyone to see. Immediately they were inside they began to undress each other, as eager for this as they had always been, time and familiarity having in no way diminished the fire that swept through them as they touched, clung, caressed.
    'My darling. My love.' Seton was on his knees before her, taking off the last of her clothes. He kissed her deeply, so intimately that Lucie threw back her head in a long, uncontrollable moan. He rose, his hands sliding up her legs and thighs, his breath already rasping in anticipation. For a moment he held her close against him, letting her feel the hardness of his arrant masculinity, of his desperate need for her.
    It drove them both wild.
    'Seton!' Lucie moved against him. 'I want you so much. Please. Please.'
    With a groan he carried her to the bed, laid her on it and, too eager for finesse, immediately took her, entering her welcoming warmth with abandoned pleasure. Lucie arched to meet him, feeling his hot skin against her own, their panting, moaning breaths mingling as they kissed, her arms around him as she held him close. It was always like this when he had been away, their eagerness to make love, this almost savage urgency. Lucie felt excitement flare, cried out his name as the exquisite pleasure increased, until it engulfed her entirely and the whole wonderful world was contained hi this long moment of ecstatic sensuality. They made love again later that night, after putting Sam to bed and eating a