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up the stairs. The events of the past days finally caught up to him. He’d barely slept the previous evening in his haste to discover his brother’s whereabouts and look into John’s rumors of the virgin mistress auction. When that was accomplished, he’d set off to Madame Bella’s where he’d bullied a footman into gaining entrance then participated in the auction. All in all, a full night. If he were to take Charlotte’s offer it would have to wait until he’d had a few hours of rest.
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    “Mmm, move over, Meggie. You’re on top of me.” With closed eyes, Charlotte batted at her sister’s shoulder, grumbling at Meggie’s bed-stealing ways. To conserve resources in the cold winter nights, she and her sisters had doubled up in bedrooms. Her hand pushed again at Meggie’s shoulder, only instead of feeling a thin, cloth-covered shoulder, her palm grazed a bare, full, masculine-feeling one. Definitely dreaming then.
    Only…something was nibbling at her breasts and a chill brushed her bare skin. “Meggie, you’ve stolen the covers.”
    She opened her eyes to yank back the covers from her sister to the sight of unfamiliar dark curls at her chest. The face attached to these curls nuzzled and licked at her bared chest. Her nightclothes? Where had they…? With a flash, everything came flooding back. Her family’s loss, Madame Bella, the auction… Lucas.
    “Lucas,” she whispered.
    “Mmm,” he said and pressed his body firmly against hers.
    Muscles and coarse hair covered her from neck to ankles with an interesting, unfamiliar pressure between her thighs. Realization dawned. This was the morning passion Madame Bella had spoken of. According to her, men woke up hungry for bed sport. Evidence of that prodded at the juncture of her legs.
    Lucas didn’t even seem to be aware he was beginning to make love to her. As soon as they’d entered the bedroom last night, he’d collapsed onto the bed and begun snoring. She’d pulled off his boots with some difficulty then watched him sleep, trying to decide whether to take advantage of his slumber. The months with Madame Bella taught her it was possible to lose her virginity to a mostly sleeping man, but a deep-rooted romantic side of her wanted the illusion of a marriage bed. This was different. Lucas was caught in that dreamlike state between sleep and awake.
    Tentatively she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and ran her palms down the smoothly muscled planes of his back. Her head tilted to give him access to the column of her neck in which he burrowed his face and planted tiny kisses.
    Their bodies moved together in a sinuous flow, which came naturally to Charlotte. Her hips rose and fell under Lucas’ thrusting, insistent weight. She unlocked her hands from his back and slithered them between their bodies to pull up her skirts and push down his trousers. Her hand grazed his hot shaft and he released a groan. When he lifted his hips, she grasped him firmly. He continued to thrust as she marveled in the heat and textures of the skin moving along a column of steel.
    She was fully awake now, but wasn’t sure if Lucas was awake yet until his lips met hers in a devouring kiss. His eyes remained closed. Did he know what he was doing?
    “Oh.” A surprised gasp flew from her lips when his fingers found the dampening folds of her inner lips. Even in sleep, Lucas’ fingers unerringly found her points of intense pleasure, circling and probing.
    “So tight,” he moaned against her lips.
    Passion and heat invaded Charlotte, but reality set in too. She was inches and moments away from losing her virginity to a man who thought her a whore. If he didn’t wake up soon, he’d miss the evidence of her innocence. Give him your innocence, and he’s yours. Madame Bella’s prescient words echoed.
    She needed Lucas to be hers, at least for the next few months. Her sisters depended on it.
    “Lucas,” she said and caught his lips in another kiss, biting down