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reassuringly. ‘I think it’s magical, I really do.’
    Benedict’s gaze penetrated through the darkening night. ‘Haven’t we got some unfinished business to attend to?’
    Caro felt a lurch of anticipation. ‘Why don’t you clear the table while I have a shower? I’ll clean up properly tomorrow.’
    Upstairs, she undressed in the master bedroom’s en suite, pausing to stare critically at her reflection in the mirror. All the Standington-Fulthrope women were blessed with good legs, and with her small waist, full breasts and womanly hips Caro had an enviable hourglass figure. Benedict was always telling her she had a beautiful body, but Caro, never blessed with much self-confidence in the first place, had endured eight years of put-downs and sneering remarks from her ex-husband, Sebastian. The damage was taking a long time to repair.
    She had barely been in the shower for two minutes before the bathroom door opened and a naked Benedict walked in. As ever, Caro marvelled at the strong, sculpted body that looked like a classic Greek statue. He also had the most enormous erection, his long, wide cock standing to attention like a sergeant major. A sexy smile played on the edge of his lips.
    â€˜Thought you might need some help soaping those difficult-to-reach bits.’
    He pulled the screen door open and stepped in, water cascading off his wide, muscular shoulders and back. Taking hold of the loofah, he started rubbing it over Caro’s breasts, a mock-solemn look on his face.
    â€˜Is that better?’
    â€˜Stop it,’ she smiled, but Benedict was pushing her against the tiled wall and kissing her. It was all Caro could do to stop crying out, as his lips moved down her neck and then to her breasts, softly biting and licking her nipples. His erection was pushing hard against her, now, and Caro parted her legs as Benedict lifted her up and eased himself inside her. Memories of their first sexual encounter against the bedroom wall of Mill House flashed through her mind, heightening the moment. They rocked and ground together, kissing through the waterfall until their breathing began to quicken. Caro could feel the first blissful tickles of her orgasm starting in her toes, as it worked its way up through her body like some glorious unstoppable upsurge . . . Eventually they both came, gasping, their soaking bodies moulded together.
    â€˜We seem to have a thing about christening walls. Weren’t we meant to be testing out the bed?’ asked Caro, when she finally had her breath back.
    â€˜Thought we’d save that for tomorrow,’ Benedict replied. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest. He held her even tighter.
    â€˜Have I told you lately how much I love you?’

Chapter 5
    THE NEXT DAY Caro awoke to an empty bed and quiet house. She glanced at her wristwatch, 7.45 a.m. On the bedside table was a scribbled note from Benedict.
    Early start. Have a good day, see you later. X
    Stretching out in the soft bed, Caro felt surprisingly rested. The thick white muslin curtains were slightly ajar, and the early morning sun was streaming through. It was going to be another scorcher. She pulled the duvet back and swung her legs on to the floor. Rummaging through one of the many Waitrose bags piled up in the corner of the room, she found a pair of clean knickers and a long T-shirt, threw them on, and padded down the corridor to Milo’s bedroom.
    She opened the door. Her son was still asleep, his cherubic face smiling as if in the middle of a delightful dream.
    â€˜Biscuits,’ he murmured happily.
    Tiptoeing across to the window, Caro opened the curtains an inch and looked down into the mews. The courtyard looked cool and serene, cobbles spread out like an earthy patchwork carpet. Behind her, half-conscious of the light in the room, Milo was stirring.
    â€˜Morning, my darling,’ said Caro, turning around. ‘Did mummy’s favourite boy