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that?” She tried again to rear up and envelope his cock, growling when he dodged. “You’re lucky my hands are tied.”
    He chuckled, and she was thrilled at the familiar warm rumble. “I know everything we need. The train comes through late tonight. All I need is a little distraction for the guards”—he leant down and nipped at her ear—“and it’s ours. You ready for another heist?” He moved as he asked the question, sheathing himself to the hilt, filling her completely.
    “Yes,” she cried, as she met his thrust. She panted, matching his rhythm. “I’m always ready for another heist.”
    “Was I right, Miss Bank Teller?”
    Rose tried to keep track of the conversation, while her body was singing from his strokes, hard and fast, just as she’d requested. “It’s Mrs Tucker… Right about what?”
    “It is good to have a partner in crime.”
    Rose would’ve answered, but her orgasm swept over her, and instead she screamed and thrashed beneath him, pulling him with her over the edge so that he pounded into her and stiffened with a shout of his own.
    “Yes,” Rose answered, when she could speak again. “It’s definitely good to have a partner in crime…and in the bedroom.”
     
     
     
     
     
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    A Gentleman’s Harlot
    Natalie Dae
     
    Excerpt
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    Pearl Lewis looked up from her sewing, needle poised above the small square of white fabric. “What did you just say?” She stared at Frances, one of two childhood friends who had come for afternoon tea, taking in her flushed cheeks and devilish smile. Frances’s words had held such a hint of daring, of non-conformation, that Pearl wanted her to repeat them just so she could revel in them again.
    Sitting on Pearl’s left, Frances smiled and shook her riot of blonde curls back from her face, the corn colour enhanced by the sunlight streaming through the two windows behind their wing chairs. “I said , would you not just love to visit the new men’s club and become one of their women?”
    Pearl tried to hide a smile. Frances’s shocking statements never failed to amuse her. She dropped her needle to her lap and covered her mouth with one hand. Her cheeks flushed at the thoughts Frances’s suggestion brought, and she closed her eyes for a moment to sift through the images. Men fondling women— Oh God, how…naughty! —women touching men there , and several people at once, all naked, all having…sex.
    Pearl opened her eyes to find her other friend’s face directly in front of hers, Elizabeth’s black hair hanging rod straight as she hunkered down and placed her hands on her knees. Her dark blue eyes were hooded due to the unsightly frown she wore, and Pearl started, slapping her hand over her heart.
    “Oh, you scared me, Beth! I did not expect to see you there like that.”
    Elizabeth leaned closer, head tilted, the ornately carved mahogany mantelpiece behind her framing her as though she were a painting. Elizabeth regarded her with such scrutiny Pearl grew uncomfortable.
    “What did you see just then?” Elizabeth asked, her voice quiet, a hint of reproach in her tone. The case clock beside the crackling fire ticked for several seconds, and her mouth formed a tight pink line that did not become her. She whispered, “With your eyes closed. What did you see?”
    Pearl cleared her throat and looked away from Elizabeth to Frances, who smothered a giggle behind her long, slender fingers. Pearl tried to convey that she needed help by widening her eyes, but Frances made much ado about continuing with her sewing, pursing her lips in concentration.
    “I…I really do not think,” Pearl turned back to Elizabeth, “it is proper for me to say.”
    Elizabeth widened her eyes and reared back, as though in shock that Pearl had refused to share her thoughts.
    Pearl rushed on. “Oh, it is not because I do not want to share. I do, but you are so…sensitive about