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stood in front of her, he saw her lower her eyes. He was blessed with length
and girth that many men would envy, and he knew how to use his cock to pleasure
the subject of his attentions, whether man or woman. Right now, he would like
nothing more than to strip Anne of her clothing then bend her over the chaise
and bury himself deep inside her. But that was not how this would work. He was
to win her heart before he took her body. Or rather, before Edward took her
body. So win her heart he would.
    He just hoped that in the process
she wouldn’t win his as well.
    ****
    Anne turned in front of Guy then
lifted her hair to allow him to access the back of her gown. She took a deep
breath and held it as she felt him undoing the buttons. When he moved his hands
to her shoulders, her legs began to tremble. Then he stopped.
    “Anne. Are you well?” His breath
was hot on the back of her neck.
    “Yes, Guy. Why do you ask?”
    “Are you certain about this?”
    “Yes.” She pressed her lips
together. This was against all that society would dictate to a woman as
acceptable behavior and against everything that she had been taught was
correct. Yet it did not feel wrong. She wanted this—though what it would amount
to in full she did not yet know—and being aware that others did such things had
diminished her inhibitions. Other women, women of higher social standing and
breeding than her and married women whose husbands
still lived, were indulging themselves with Guy Harper. So then why should she,
a widow, deny herself such pleasure? She had spent her whole life denying her
own wants and needs, even married a man she didn’t love, not in the way that
she believed a woman should love her husband. And now she felt she was entitled
to have something for herself, even if it was a brief, illicit affair with an
artist. At least she would feel alive for a while.
    Anne edged her gown off her
shoulders and sighed as Guy pushed it down to her feet. She stepped out of it
then kicked it away. Though Guy stood behind her, Anne was filled with a sense
of frivolity at being alone with a gentleman while dressed in just her chemise,
stays, petticoat, and stockings. She had started, so she would continue.
    She lifted her petticoat over her
head and dropped it onto her dress. “Will you unlace me?” she asked Guy. There
was a moment’s pause before he tugged at the laces of her stays and she felt
herself released from the garment that lifted and separated her heavy breasts.
Guy loosened the stays enough so that they too dropped to her feet and she
stood naked except for her sheer chemise and stockings.
    Then she turned to face him.
    Guy’s mouth fell open as he
stared at her, and Anne was consumed by a sense of power. Alfred had told her
she was beautiful, of course, but he had never looked at her as Guy did now. As
if he would eat her in one sitting, were it possible.
    “Oh, Anne. You are a fine woman indeed.” He roamed her body with his eyes and the hunger
she saw there made Anne’s heart soar. She was desirable then. She had once
believed she was, way back when she had fallen for Edward, but that was a long
time ago and she’d been forced then to relinquish her own desires for what
society dictated. She had been forced to surrender Edward because she was not a
suitable match for a Lord, the son and grandson of a landed family. The
remembered shame crawled over her and she had to mentally push it away. It was the
past and she would never allow such matters to hinder her happiness again. She
would not place herself in such a vulnerable position ever again.
    “Is this enough?” she asked Guy.
    “If this is what you wish to wear,
then let it be so.” Guy smiled. Before she walked back to the chaise, Anne peeked
at his groin. And there, beneath his fitted breeches, was that telltale bulge.
Yes, she felt powerful indeed knowing that she was having a physical effect
upon the handsome young man.
    She perched on the edge of the
chaise and waited