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beseeched him as her fingers reached between her legs and touched the base of his shaft. “There. Oh, my, you are large, aren’t you?”
    He snorted. Complimented. Captured. And hell take him now, but he had to pull out.
    The angle was wrong. The position precarious. But he had to have her. Straddling the bench, he brushed back her skirts, hooked her legs up over his forearms and positioned his cock at the entrance to her beautiful core. This position he adored was one he’d learned quite young. Meant for a woman who gave her body to her lover with endless cream flowing over her lips and coating her thighs. He had the tip of his penis just at the opening to her dark entrance and conversation drifted their way.
    He froze.
    “Adam, Adam.” Fee was begging him in a whisper. “Don’t stop. I—”
    “Quiet, darling.”
    Voices became louder. And headed their way.
    He flipped her skirts down. “Fee, someone is coming.”
    “No!” she moaned and rather loudly, too.
    He winced, the denial of paradise with her a torment in his groin. “We will continue—”
    “Promise?” She sat up with his help, looking at him dazed.
    “Absolutely!”
    She blinked, her attention suddenly on his very straight, very ready and very unhappy cock. “My,” she exclaimed and licked her lower lip. “That is lovely.”
    “You are making me daft,” he muttered, reassembled his flies.
    Then he helped her to stand. When she did, her gaze was clear and riveted on him. “Take me home with you.”
    Pulling her against him, he floated in a haze of sexual need. When he had planned to seduce her, he had expected she to be the only one enchanted. “Yes, by god.”
    “No one will know,” she offered like a conspirator. “Not anyone. Not even the curse.”
    Chuckling, he kissed her mouth.
    “So that’s how I taste?” she murmured, eyes closed, her tongue tracing her lips. “How do you taste?”
    He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. What a treasure she was. “Want to learn?”
    “I do! Yes, yes. Why not?”
    “No one will know,” he said, though he didn’t have the mindfulness at the moment to understand why he said that.
    “No one will care,” she replied, as she nestled against him, and he led her from the maze.
    He smiled, too damn pleased with himself. He courted disaster to take her home, to his bed and a glorious orgasm. But hell, he knew now that whatever she had felt as he’d eaten her luscious pussy and stroked her core, he had to have a piece of her the way a man should. The way a husband should. The way he was entitled. To hell with the curse! Its chaos was working, but at the moment, he did not care. If they were meant to suffer more than they had already, it was sheer torment to be without her now.
    They rounded the side of the house, found one of Wingate’s footmen and told him to find Adam’s coach. Within minutes, Adam’s servant pulled up the brougham. Once the door was closed, Felice came willingly to his arms.
    “Kiss me again,” she pleaded, her elegant fingers splaying up into the curls at the back of his head. “I’ve wondered what your flavor was. Licorice? Molasses?” She put her mouth to his and enjoyed his texture then let her tongue plunge inside.
    “Felice,” he murmured as he fondled one peaking nipple though her gown, “you undo my resolve to be courteous and slow. I believe you’re a witch.”
    She threw her head back for a full-throated laugh. “Comes with curses.”
    He chuckled with her. “We’re ruining your dress.”
    “You’ll buy me another.”
    “I will give you anything you want,” he whispered as she caressed his thigh.
    “Anything?”
    Shocked to laughter, he nodded. “Tell me what you wish.”
    A light flashed in her eyes. “An education in the art of love.”
    The coach rolled to a stop. The horses stomped and snorted.
    Stunned, Adam stared at her. She was his wife. His very charming, giving wife. She seemed sensual, too. But he had been duped once before. His