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tipped her face toward his enjoying the opportunity to see her in the better light. Her heart-shaped face had skin any noble lady would envy. And what color were her eyes? A dark blue? No they were more like spring violets. He wished he could see her in even better light.
    He settled into a chair near the table and pulled her down onto his lap. “Let me get to know you better, Tess.”
    â€œIt seems to me we know each other as intimately as a man and woman can.” She began to trace his jaw line with one finger.
    He tried to ignore the distraction. “Where do you come from?”
    â€œHere—I mean, near Tewsbarrow. My father used to work for the baron.”
    â€œUsed to?”
    She stopped rubbing his jaw. “He passed away.”
    â€œWas he a freeman or a villein?”
    She looked a bit offended by the question. “A freeman.”
    â€œThen why do you work as a maid? Surely a marriage could have been arranged.”
    â€œMy family needs help. I was lucky to find a position at the castle.”
    â€œSo, how long will you family need your help?”
    â€œI don’t know.” She leaned away from him, toward the tray, and poured ale into a cup. Then she held the cup up to his mouth and tipped it against his lips. Some of the ale ran from the corner of his mouth. She ducked her head and lapped it up with her tongue.
    When she tried to pour more ale into his mouth, he redirected the cup to her lips. After she’d accepted a mouthful of the ale, he pulled her head toward his. “Now let’s share it.”
    She readily covered his lips with her own, and the yeasty taste of warm ale mingled with their entwined tongues. He found her far more intoxicating than the ale. He tried to pull her closer, to turn her body so her chest would rest against his. Her bottom twisting on his lap brought his cock to full attention.
    She issued one of her delighted giggles, forcing a puff of her breath into his mouth. While keeping her lips pressed against his, she turned until she had straddled his thighs. After pushing her cloak and his robe out of her way, she pulled away from his mouth. He gasped in surprise as she dripped ale onto his chest. Then he sighed in pleasure as she licked it off. The slightly rough texture of her tongue caused tingles to run from his chest to his groin.
    When she again held the cup over his chest, he stayed her hand and asked, “When do I get to taste more ale?”
    She looked puzzled for just a second and then grinned impishly. Holding the cup out to one side, she leaned over it until one of her breasts dropped into and filled it. When she pulled the cup away, the nipple glistened with the amber liquid, and Daniel quickly slipped one hand under her breast and led it toward his mouth.
    He licked at the droplets and then fully enclosed her nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, he heard the cup clang against the metal tray. She began to moan shrilly and her body writhed as she sought to snare his cock. Finally her hand closed around it and led him to her warm nest. He had to release her nipple so she could fully encase him. He threw his head back, braced his hands against the chair arms, and raised his hips in bursts of power that threatened to bounce her off his cock. But she held to his shoulders and countered his thrusts until he felt himself touch her innermost regions.
    Now he felt like he truly knew her as intimately as a man can know a woman. How can I ride away from her in a week’s time?
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    Were they doing it in the chair? Kendrick couldn’t see them well there, especially with that damn cloak flowing about her. Even so, their jerky movements and guttural noises stirred his juices.
    Finally, Daniel shrugged his robe aside and stood with Isabel in his arms. The slut laughed delightedly and wrapped her legs around his hips. At the bedside, he paused to push her cloak from her shoulders. For a moment they stood silhouetted in the firelight,