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    He saddled his stallion, Apollo, and trotted to the Warren cottage. Eloise sat on the porch, stitching a sampler, her bare feet visible beneath her apron and skirt. Her blond hair was light, lighter than Rose’s honey locks, and it was plaited into a long braid hanging down her back. Though not as tall as Rose, whose above average height seemed to fit Cameron’s lean build perfectly, Eloise was well-figured and pleasing to the eye. A smattering of freckles veiled her nose, giving her a fresh look.
    “Afternoon, Cam!”
    He dismounted Apollo and bowed to her politely.
    “What brings you this way today?”
    As if she didn’t know. When had Cameron come to call for any reason other than a tumble in bed? “Just out and about. I was hoping you might have some…time before dinner?” His neck warmed.
    “For you, of course. Come on in.”
    Eloise stood and entered her small dwelling. Cameron followed.
    “I’ve been hoping you would come by to see me.”
    “You have?”
    “Yes. I think you’re the most attractive of all the single men around here. I’ve been yearning for you ever since you beat the duke in the archery challenge on May Day.”
    “Oh?”
    “The way you stared down your arrow. You had so much concentration and focus. It was powerful , that’s what it was.”
    “I don’t know that anyone has ever described archery that way, Mrs. Warren.”
    “Cam, call me Eloise. We don’t stand on ceremony here.”
    “Of course, Eloise.”
    She moved toward him, loosening the strings on her peasant blouse. She wore no corset, and soon her round breasts were tumbling free. She took his hands and cupped them around her bosom, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Her lips were soft and wet, and she knew how to kiss. She plunged her tongue into Cameron’s mouth. Her mouth felt different than Rose’s. Eloise was fresh cotton where Rose was silk. He turned away from her and lowered his mouth to her neck, nuzzling her soft flesh. She smelled of soap, where Rose had smelled of strawberries. Slowly he lowered his head farther, to kiss and suck her breasts. Her nipples were paler than Rose’s, and the circles not as large. He brought one into his mouth, tugging gently.
    “Oh yes, Cam, that’s the way,” Eloise sighed. “No one sucks my titties like you do.” She lowered her voice. “No one eats my cunny like you, either.”
    He stiffened at her words, lusty words that Rose, a lady of the peerage, would never say to him. He tugged on her nipple, moved to the other, biting, sucking.
    “God, yes, Cam. I can’t wait to have your cock in my wet pussy again.” She lifted her skirts. “I’m slick as warm honey for you. Care to take a taste?”
    He let her nipple go with a soft pop. Rose had been slick as warm honey. Ambrosia, he’d called it. Ambrosia she’d made only for him. While Eloise’s heat might ease the physical ache, it wouldn’t take away his yearning for Rose.
    Rose.
    He wanted Rose. No substitute would suffice. He raised his head and looked into Eloise’s fresh pretty face as he tucked her breasts back into her blouse and tied it. “I’m sorry, Eloise. I don’t want to do this after all.”
    “What’s the matter, Cam? Did I do something wrong?”
    “No, no. You did nothing wrong.” He pulled a one pound note out of his pocket and handed it to her. “I want you to take this. It will cover your expenses for a few weeks.”
    “I couldn’t.”
    “Yes, please take it,” Cameron said. “And, Eloise, I would consider it a favor if you would not tell anyone I was here today.”
    “Of course I won’t, Cam. My word’s as good as gospel. You know that. I do miss you, though. Are you sure you don’t want—”
    “I’m sure.” Cameron strode toward the door, but then turned back toward her. “You don’t have to do this, you know. You deserve more.”
    “Oh, Cam, this is my life. I’ve resigned myself to it.” She smiled weakly.
    “You could marry