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with pride. Now that he had returned things would be handled differently and he would begin with that young man’s education with employing him as a Tiger and perhaps one day as a valet. “Now off you go.”
    Pausing for a moment’s confusion, the boy looked at the bright coins. He was clearly not accustomed to being rewarded with coins and in his excitement he forgot everything else that he had been told and ran for his mother’s chamber.
    “Well.” Closing the door behind Sprout, Robert held the bathing sheet loose to his naked body. Much of his closet had appeared intact upon inspection, though in need of airing after so many years in mothballs, but as wild men of the western plains he had performed much more uncivilized acts. He turned his attention to Allen, who was now standing at one of the windows, watching the descending sunset.
    Feeling Roberts’s lips kiss the back of his neck, Allen leaned back into him. It only ever took one touch and he was lost to Robert’s desires.
    “We should probably restrain ourselves out of respect of your wife?” Allen’s heart beat with a rage that echoed in Robert’s ears. He rolled his neck to avoid Robert’s touch he, but it would take more than that to keep the Lord of the Manor from what he craved. “Are you not afraid of what she would think if someone came in and found us?”
    “Her feelings in the matter leave little interest to me.” Robert saw the pained look in Allen’s eyes and knew his friend was not fooled by his words. Robert was torn between his need for Allen to help him escape for just a moment all the dark realities he had just arrived to and the loyalty he felt for his Lady wife, but what Allen did not know was the abnormal desire he felt for the woman who’d enraged him.
    Pulling him around, Robert held him firm by the shoulders, looking into his dilated eyes. Sexual tension pulsed between them like an electric current. Releasing one hand from Allen’s shoulder, Robert’s fingers trailed up the strong shoulders and thick neck, staking a claim with his sensual touch. His needs had increased upon the entrance of his friend and now that Sprout had vacated his chamber, Robert’s body was demanding his release.
    Stepping between Allen’s feet, he pressed his hard body against his lover’s heaving chest. The bath sheet did little to conceal his arousal and a moan escaped Allen’s trembling lips when Robert leaned forward to kiss his quickening pulse. Devouring his lips in hungry need, Robert kissed, licked and nuzzled Allen’s lips, cheek, ear, and neck, building a fire between them that Allen could not resist.
    Groping his friend’s firm backside, Robert smiled when Allen closed his eyes and rolled his head back, willingly submitting to Robert’s touch. He was an addict to Robert’s desire and would willingly fall to his knees to service him upon request. He felt one of Robert’s questing hands stroke the crease of his britches between his cheeks, while the other eagerly pulled the front of his shirt free from the waistband to give his hand access to his chest. The tingling touch of Robert’s fingers titillating and pinching his nipples drove him to near madness. Wrapping an arm around Robert’s back, he held the back of his head with the other. Allen’s resistance was crumbling and he surrendered, pulling Robert to him and crushing his lips in a kiss.
    “Let this be our goodbye,” Allen whispered and led his friend to the bed.
    Heavy breath and flesh against flesh was all they heard. Perhaps it was their undoing or perhaps it was a welcome invasion for Robert since he did not think to close the chamber door.  Did he expect the house to remain silent? Did he expect all within these walls to keep to their own lives? Did he?
     
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    Floating over the cold hardwood floor, Fiona’s footsteps made not a sound. Bare, sore and never desiring the weight of footwear after a day of labor, she often moved about the house with naked