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shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment, her happy moment gone. This would be over soon, that was what they were about to say.
    â€œA sound tenancy would allow him to do so, and a wife such as yourself by his side would make him happy.”
    Morag’s head lifted, and she gaped at Mr. Grant.
    â€œIn point of fact,” he added, with what appeared to be relish, “it would make us both happy.”
    â€œA wife,” she stammered, “such as meself ?”
    â€œAye,” Duggan whispered. “I am far from perfect, but if you are willing I promise you hard work, a good family and friends…and many a fine tumble.”
    Morag was so startled she stared up at him in wonder. She thought it was another favor he was after, not something so immense.
    â€œIf you are agreeable,” he added, “and accept my proposal. Then James could visit us as a friend.”
    He had made a proposal. They both had. Morag was astonished. Could she accept it, under the circumstances? As she thought on the question she realized it seemed most natural, for Duggan and Mr. Grant had already been lovers when she was invited into the situation. If she was his wife, and Mr. Grant’s affections made Duggan happy, it was not so hard to imagine them continuing as they already were. She had enjoyed Mr. Grant’s gaze upon them while they were engaged in intimate physical congress. In fact, her arousal grew as she thought upon it.
    â€œCome, Morag,” Duggan whispered in a low, hoarse voice, his body taut with desire alongside hers, “you know I want you.”
    Morag stared up to him. “And I want you.”
    He broke into a smile, and without a moment’s pause he lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room. He kissed her heartily before he threw her on her back on the bed. With a hungry gaze, Morag stared at his manly form, starkly outlined as it was with the light from the window behind him. He was so virile, so powerful. Could it be true? Did he really want her as his wife?
    â€œForgive my haste, but I must have you right now for you have made me a happy man.”
    â€œThere is nothing to forgive.” She chuckled, dizzy with joy as the true nature of her situation dawned on her. “For I want this as much as you do.”
    She picked up her skirts and revealed her puss to his gaze, for it was damp and ready for him. Her legs fell apart readily as she invited him in. He was on her in a flash, stripping off his shirt and casting it aside.
    When his fingers parted her folds and the crown of his manhood pressed against her opening, she moaned and clutched at him, her knees rising about his hips.
    â€œYou’re a lusty lass,” he whispered to her, and his eyes glinted. “Tell me, have you ever known three in bed?”
    â€œOh.” Morag could barely muster her thoughts, because his rod was pushing against her opening, stretching it. He was mightily aroused, for it felt even larger than it had been on their previous encounters. As she tried to order her thoughts and give an appropriate response, he pressed her further.
    â€œYou have, you lusty wench.” He gave her another taste of his length before easing it back out, forcing her to answer before giving her more.
    â€œI have known three in a room. One whose eyes were upon me, just as Mr. Grant’s were on our previous encounters.”
    Duggan gave her another taste of his girth, pushing deeper this time. “But you have not known the delights of three in a bed?”
    Morag felt distinctly taunted. She punched him on the shoulder. “I will say no more, until you fill me.”
    â€œYou are a demanding sort.” He gave her another measure, torturing her.
    She gasped for air then responded as best she could. “I think that is what you like about me.”
    On that point she was sure, and she flashed her eyes at him.
    â€œYou are like me.” He announced that while he pushed into her