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Chapter Three
    When some amount of sanity returned, Thomas put his arms around his lover and stroked her hair. Softening now, his cock still remained deep inside her. Such a heavenly connection. If only this moment could go on forever. Lying under this tree with warm breezes washing over them. Dozing and then waking up to enjoy more of the wine and food he’d brought. After a while, making love a different way. He still hadn’t seen her body, hadn’t felt the weight of her breasts in his palms, hadn’t placed his mouth over her pearl and listened to her song of joy as he brought her to climax with his tongue.
    She shifted and sighed. “That was wonderful.”
    “Too weak a word. It was remarkable, astonishing.” Like nothing he’d experienced before, and he’d had plenty of encounters. None compared to this one. “Your pussy came alive around my cock.”
    “It felt like the opposite to me.”
    “No matter. We fit together well.”
    She lifted her head and gazed into his face. “And to think I was going to give up looking for the right man.”
    “And I was going to give up fucking.”
    “I’m glad we met.” She rested her head against his chest again and gave a little groan of satisfaction. “I may visit all the private libraries in London before I go home.”
    The devil take that idea. If she thought she could find a man of his abilities in every town house, she’d be sadly disappointed. The idea that she’d even entertain the notion made his gut churn. Not with jealousy. It was just bloody poor taste to talk about taking other lovers while his flesh was still embedded in hers.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “Nothing.”
    She rested her arms on his chest and pushed herself up. “You went completely stiff.”
    “I assure you I’m not capable of that again so quickly.”
    “I wasn’t talking about your member. Your whole body tensed.”
    “It certainly did not.”
    She looked at him as if he were a prize idiot. “Don’t deny it. I can still feel it.”
    “Perhaps we’d better move. My leg’s starting to cramp.” Something was. It might as well be his leg.
    She sat up and straightened her clothing. He turned his back to her, put his member back into his pants, and did up the buttons.
    “I don’t know what should upset you. I only…” Her voice trailed off into a second or two of silence. “Yes, I do. What I said about haunting libraries.”
    He turned back around. “Please, don’t put yourself out about it.”
    “You’re angry because I said I’d look for other men.” Her face had that female expression of victory on it. When she won an argument and knew it. It curdled his stomach even further.
    “You don’t want me with anyone else.”
    “That would be preposterous for a man in my position, don’t you think?”
    She laughed, making herself even more annoying. “The great Thomas Boulton, notorious rake, suddenly possessive of one woman.”
    “Mrs. Trent, we had a bet, that’s all.”
    “A bet you lost!”
    He gritted his teeth. Could she be any more irritating? He should have recognized her as unacceptable from the first moment she made a smart remark. Granted, she was lovely, but her nature made her unsuitable for anything but the shortest distraction. Now, by losing her blasted challenge, he’d forced himself to entertain her company on at least one more occasion. And, to serve in her darkest sexual fantasy. He’d even thought that twist up himself.
    “You’re adorable when you’re angry,” she said.
    “I’m not angry!” Damn, snapping at her wouldn’t convince her. This whole situation had got itself tied into a knot. He was supposed to win the bet and have her at his mercy, not the other way around.
    “Maybe you’d better take me home before you get any more not-angry at me.” Her eyes sparkled with glee.
    “Perhaps I’d better.” He rose and stretched a hand down to help her up. She looked at it and then stood without