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life, Your Grace,” he quipped. “Had I known you were interested in such
wicked things, I would have indulged you sooner. There are several
establishments in London catering to those particular needs.
    “On the
other hand, my love, I will have you know, I can attest to my skills at
pleasuring women. And I can assure you with the utmost certainty there will be
no need to scandalize you further into taking you in such establishments. No
proper lady should be in attendance to begin with.”
    Were it
not for her growling, he would take her right there. “Isabel,” he murmured.
“What you have been watching so intently is beneath you. Allow me to show you,
in private, what pleasure—as you observed—would be like. We would make music,
love. And you, darling, would never desire another.”
    She
relaxed into his body, allowing him to give pause to the moment, until she
turned to face him. A flush swept across her cheeks, and her chinned dipped down,
stare no longer holding his. “Nathaniel,” she stammered. “I had no idea sexual
congress could be that way. Henry… Henry never applied such ministrations when
bedding me.”
    Nathaniel
tensed at her admission. No lady should be denied, and even though Isabel had
been deprived of such pleasures by the poor excuse of her late husband, he most
certainly would not abandon her in her time of need.
    “Sweeting,
I need you to look at me.” He lifted her chin with two fingers until their gazes
met. When those glossy blue eyes stared back, his heart broke. “My love, your
husband was a coward, a sham, and far from being considered a man. The only
thing honorable about him was the duel that ended his shallow existence.”
    Lord,
how he wanted to take her right there. But then he would be no different than
any other randy rogue, looking to flip a skirt for the sheer scandal. “Isabel,
a proper gentleman always ensures his lady is well taken care of before his own
release.”
    Unable
to contain his desire any longer, his mouth crushed to hers. She tempted him,
much to his own ire, like Odysseus’s sirens. Isabel called to him in a way so
primal, nothing could stop him. Not even Poseidon, the commanding ruler of the
seas.
    Somewhere
along the line, she wrapped her arms around his neck, following his lead as his
tongue swirled beyond her luscious lips. He lowered her with the intent to
conceal themselves from other curious visitors of the gardens. Once nestled
onto the carefully manicured lawn, his control vanished.
    He
slipped his hand beneath her skirt, sliding it along her long, silken legs.
Reaching her stays, he cupped her mound as she squealed. “ Shh ,
darling. Let me take care of you.” Nathaniel’s fingers dipped behind the
fabric, and he could not have been more delighted to find her damp.
    His
intangible need to drive an explosive release from her made his cock swell to
an uncomfortable level. The only thing he focused on was the beautiful vision
beneath him. Her head tipped back as he rubbed her engorged nub. Her breasts
threatened to burst from the confines of her corset.
    Using
his free hand, Nathaniel released them. He dipped his head to take the pert,
pink nipple between his teeth, gently nipping at the one before gradually
moving to the other. She bucked against him.
    While
taking great care not to cause her pain, he plunged his fingers into her.
Tormenting her with each second passing, he brought her closer and closer to
release. She trembled and squeezed around him. Ceasing his assault on her
senses, he slid down her body. Kissing and caressing until his lips met the
apex of her thighs, and her skirts rested over his head.
    Nathaniel
continued his seduction by lapping at her folds, his fingers delving deeper. The
sounds of other visitors to the gardens faded as Isabel’s moans intensified. Her
muscles tensed, and her groans grew louder. His relentless focus on her core
sent Isabel into release. She quivered, tensing around his hand while he
indulged in her