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but the woman’s scream drowned it out.
    And then Banks slammed forward, his hips ramming the woman hard into the desk. “Fuucckkk.” His cry filled the room as his buttocks spasmed and he fell forward across the woman, his mouth open, teeth digging into her bare shoulder above the lace edging of the gown.
    Feeling light-headed, Bliss let herself fall back against the wall. How long had it been since she’d last drawn a breath? Her heart raced and pounded, filling her entire being. Her breasts were tight and tingling within her bodice and lower, between her legs, she couldn’t even identify what was happening. She pulled her hand free and bit down hard on her lip, trying to gain control.
    “God, you’re good,” the woman said, turning to look up at Banks. He began to rise.

    Bliss started. She had to get out of there. They might have been too busy to notice her huddled in the shadows, but how much longer could that hold true? Should she hide or flee?
    Banks straightened completely, pulling his trousers up and tucking himself behind the flap before reaching for the buttons.
    Flee. Definitely flee.
    The French doors to the garden were on the other side of the couple, which meant she’d have to go back the way she came.
    Sidestepping carefully, Bliss eased herself toward the door, praying that no floorboard would creak. Her legs shook as she moved and she was not sure if it was from the fear of discovery or the other strange feelings that still swept through her body.
    Hand on the door handle, she eased it open, her eyes on the couple who were slowly recovering, but still seemed lost in their own world. Even as she eased the door open and a sliver of light from the hallway sliced in, they did not look around.
    She slid through the door, her eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the seemingly bright light. Pulling the door closed behind her, she let her back slide against it. Her eyes dropped to her slippers as she tried to regain her emotional balance.
    She’d never seen anything like that, never imagined it. Well, perhaps she had tried to imagine it, but she’d never even in her deepest fantasies come anywhere close to the intensity of what she’d just seen. Even after…No. She wasn’t going to think of that.
    Her mind still spun with images, with questions.

    Deep breath in, deep breath out. She could do this. She could return to the dance and pretend nothing had happened.
    At least pretend for now. Later when she lay in her own lone bed she knew the images would return to taunt her, to tantalize her, to offer questions with no chance of answer.
    Raising a hand, she laid it upon one hot cheek. Her face must be flushed, but everyone knew she liked to twirl. No one would ever imagine what she had just been through. No one.
    And then she raised her eyes from the floor.

Chapter Three
    Duldon could only stare as Bliss eased from the library. He’d known she’d seek escape in the freedom of the gardens rather than the retiring room, but when he’d reached the door and heard the unmistakable noises coming from within he’d been prepared to turn away. There was no possibility that Bliss was in that room, and from the sound of things it had been going on awhile. A smile curled upon his lips as he started to turn away. Someone, or rather someones, were having a very good time.
    He paused as the door eased open and a small green slipper slid through, followed by a rosy pink skirt. What was Bliss doing in there?
    For the briefest of moments his hands curled into fists as he reached the obvious conclusion. He’d known she was curious, seen it in her every glance, known of her involvement with the notorious Countess, but he hadn’t expected her to act on her curiosity. He took a step forward.
    And then just as quickly his mind calmed.
    She was flushed, but still dressed. Her eyes might look dazed, but not with the haze of spent passion—if anything she looked in the first stages of arousal. And her hair—he would