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why did he feel as if he had a stone in his gut?
    She’d not had this effect on him before. After the masquerade ball, he’d considered her a dalliance. When she’d boldly written to him, he’d been amused. A window of opportunity had presented itself and he’d dressed up like a highwayman. That was it. That was all it had ever been intended to be. Another dalliance.
    But something had changed. For the last two days, he’d tried to figure out just where that change had taken place but he couldn’t seem to grasp…
    Oh yes. Realization washed over him like the warm spring breeze. He’d known the moment he’d kissed her. The first time he’d kissed her on the road. She’d been so different, hesitant at first and then pliant in his arms. For a moment, he thought he’d made a mistake but when she so readily mounted his horse, he knew better.
    Now she would return to her life and her husband and he would return to Amberley and to managing his estate and preparing for his marriage to Hilda von something or other.
    Wistful, he smiled as he wondered if Hilda would like to be spanked and tweaked and pinched. He doubted his bride to be was as adventurous as a seasoned woman like the one seated in front of him.
    She shifted in the saddle and her bottom brushed his half-swollen cock. He couldn’t help but growl. This morning, he’d fucked her from behind. After breakfast, he’d sat her on the table amidst the dishes, spread her legs and devoured her luscious cunny . By noon, he’d thrown a rope over the rafters and tied her hands high above her head so he could truss her up in the jeweled clamps and flail her ass with a strap of leather.
    His cock jumped at the memory of it. She’d writhed and thrashed and squeezed her legs together, rocking against the clamp on her clitoris until he’d had mercy on her and lifted her right onto his cock.
    That had been their last time before they both dressed.
    Jack scanned the wooded landscape. This little-traveled road was desolate and would probably remain so for the remainder of the afternoon.
    “Whoa!” Jack called to the horse as he tugged the reins.
    “Why are we stopping?”
    He leapt down and reached up. “One more time. Right here. I can’t let you go just yet.”
    Without hesitation, Sophia fell into the highwayman’s arms. He tied the horse off to a nearby branch and then began unfastening his breeches. “Pull up your skirts and bend over.”
    She moved to the edge of the woods and dragged up the hem of her gown. Bracing her riding boot on a fallen log, she bent and grabbed hold of a tree just as the highwayman positioned himself behind her.
    “Your arse is still red from where I spanked you,” he said, raking his cock head through her folds.
    Sophia shut her eyes, reliving every sweet lash he’d inflicted on her. He pushed up hard inside her and she struggled to hold her footing. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips and he held tight as he pummeled her.
    His groin slap, slap, slapped hers. He grunted with every forceful thrust. Sophia wished she had the clamp on her clitoris. She wished she could get her hand under her multitude of skirts so she could rub herself while he fucked her.
    “Have you had enough of my prick yet?” he asked.
    No. Never.
    When she didn’t immediately reply, he smacked her ass. Hard. She mewled and clenched around him as the smarting sting spread through her bottom.
    “Have you?” he repeated.
    “No,” she said breathlessly. Take me back to the lodge. Please don’t make me leave you.
    “I never did get inside that lovely little asshole,” he said, slowing his pace so he could tantalize that virgin orifice with the tip of a finger.
    Sophia tensed. After everything else, she wasn’t ready for that .
    “However, this is neither the time nor the place for that,” he said and Sophia let out the breath she’d been holding.
    She gasped when he withdrew, spun her around, lifted her half off her feet and pushed her spine