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“As it seems to have worked, then yes.”
    Richard simply stared into the other man’s eyes as a forbidden lick of pure lust flowered in his loins. He wanted to slide his hand between their two bodies and see if Lennox spoke the truth, if he was aroused, or even half-aroused, as Richard knew his own cock already was.
    â€œI don’t let men fuck me.”
    â€œEver?”
    A few salacious memories danced behind Richard’s eyes and he struggled to concentrate. On occasion, Violet had liked having more than one man in her bed, and it had seemed a shame to waste the opportunity to explore another facet of his sexuality.
    Jack groaned and Richard realized that he had slowly allowed his whole body to rest against Jack’s. There was no doubt that Jack was aroused. Richard could feel the heat of his cock pulsing through the fabric of his trousers.
    Without releasing his grip on Jack’s throat, Richard carefully brought his mouth down toward the other man’s. He reveled in hearing the hitch in Jack’s breathing and inhaled the heady scent of the port they’d both shared. He flicked out his tongue and traced the seam of Jack’s lips. The kick of Jack’s cock against his was unexpectedly stimulating. He forced himself to step back.
    â€œGood night, Mr. Lennox.”
    Jack opened his eyes wide. “Leaving so soon, Mr. Ross?”
    â€œI haven’t finished my dinner yet.”
    â€œI’m sure I could satisfy any appetite you have.”
    Richard smiled. “I’m sure you could, but perhaps I prefer something less invigorating. I wouldn’t want to upset my delicate digestion.”
    To his surprise, Jack Lennox grinned at him. “You prefer one of your oh-so-dull English puddings, perhaps?”
    Richard found himself smiling back. There was something about the way Jack Lennox took rejection that impressed him. “Indeed. Will you join me? Adam will be wondering if we have deserted him.”
    As he followed Jack back to the dining room, Richard heard a slight noise behind him. When he looked back over his shoulder, he saw Lord Keyes standing in the doorway of his office, his expression amused. Richard kept walking. He had no intention of adding to Keyes’s enjoyment by acknowledging him or asking the other man exactly what he had seen.
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    Emily read the letter again and still couldn’t make much sense of it. Why would an old employee of the family wish to speak to her and not to her father? The note also suggested that their meeting should be private as it concerned her late mother. Emily paused to consider the badly written signature scrawled at the bottom of the letter and squinted hard at it.
    â€œOh my.”
    She held the letter closer to the light and read it again. “Thomas Smith, Esquire.” Gentleman? If it was the man she was thinking of, he certainly hadn’t styled himself that way before. In truth, he’d been a gardener at her parents’ country estate. She tried to picture him but could only remember a dark-haired, thickset man with a strong country accent.
    She shivered and put the letter down. Should she meet him? What could he possibly have to say to her that he didn’t wish her father to hear? Her father never spoke of her mother, and she’d learned long ago not to ask questions. She sighed. Curiosity had always been her besetting sin, but she wasn’t quite stupid enough to agree to meet the man without someone accompanying her.
    Would her maid be enough protection? In her mind, Thomas Smith had always seemed rather large and threatening, but she had just been a child. Emily folded the letter and put it in her reticule. Perhaps she could ask Seamus Kelly from the pleasure house to accompany her, or maybe Ambrose would come.
    Ambrose was avoiding her, and it was all her own fault. She’d tried to push him into a declaration of love, and like most men, he’d retreated in the opposite direction