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Gerard groaned as her mouth tightened and she began to stroke his length slowly within the confines of her hot, wet mouth. Brigit released a sigh of content as she lapped his shaft with the flat of her tongue, pausing only to flick the tip and encircle the sensitive flesh at the ridge. The carriage struck a bump on the road and Brigit engulfed him completely.
    “Your mouth is a treasure, woman. I must say,” Gerard gasped as she began to stroke his fullness in and out of her mouth. “I enjoy your use of it much more in this manner than when it is sassing me.”
    Brigit giggled, knowing his words were not exactly true. He loved her sass, primarily because it gave him reason to spank her. She grazed her teeth against the tender flesh while stroking upward and tasted his salty precum on her lips. Gerard growled, pulling away and roughly flipping his wife to her back, pulling up her skirts and reaching for her undergarments. His eyes widened when he realized the giggling little nymph beneath him had shed her unmentionables!
    “For shame, you vixen. Now, I must punish this breach of conduct,” Gerard tsked, plunging his hard rod into her wetness. Brigit groaned, closing her eyes with pleasure as he began to stroke himself inside of her. The carriage jarred again, adding a little extra power to his movement, making her smile as she gazed into his rich brown eyes.
    “I do love you, Lord Gerard.”
    “And I, you, My Lady,” Gerard forced out as he exploded deep within her core. Brigit sighed, arching her body to meet his as she, too, released herself to pleasure. Giggling like children, they both rushed to straighten themselves as they pulled into the estate grounds, with Brigit quickly smoothing her hair and straightening her lord’s coat. They stepped out of the carriage, calmly nodding their thanks to the footman, and walked gracefully up to the house. Neither noticed the wink from the driver, the grin on the butler's face as he held the doors for them, or the knowing look that was extended towards the governess who followed closely behind them with a scowl.
     
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    Even after a week’s passing, Eliza repressed her outrage at the unsolicited interference of the young lord, throwing herself into her needlework and trying to calm her shattered nerves. Daily, she waited in anxious anticipation for him to present and confront her. She lifted her head to a knock on her chamber door.
    “Who is it? And why do you bother me?”
    “Pardon me, Miss, it is only the downstairs maid. Cook asked if she could have a word with you about one of your students.”
    Eliza rose and flung open the door to glare at the plain-faced girl before her. “What has occurred and why can she not handle it?”
    “I’m sorry, Miss, but I do not know.”
    “You don’t, do you?” Eliza snarled fiercely, cuffing the girl on the side of the head, “You don’t know anything except how to clean chamber pots, do you?”
    The girl felt tears welling in her dull, brown eyes as she looked at the floor in shame. Eliza grumbled something under her breath, pushed past the maid, and stomped down to the kitchens. Cook was standing in front of a sobbing young woman, hands on her ample hips and shaking her head.
    “What is the problem here, that I had to be disturbed?” Eliza demanded.
    “This girl here was caught with her hands in the pantry, helping herself to pastries. She said she was hungry and that you have been limiting their evening repast. I have been cooking according to your orders, and if it has not been sufficient…”
    “She would steal and then lie? How dare you!?” Eliza glared into the pale, frightened face of the frail girl.
    “Pardon, Miss! It was not like that! Miss!! No!!!” the girl screamed as Eliza grabbed a bread board at the same time she caught hold of the girl’s ear. She easily shoved her over the kneading table, pressing her face into the floured surface.
    “Lift your skirts, now! And hold them in