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and walk away. But his pride would not let him leave a woman unsatisfied, even if she was practically a stranger.
    He pushed her firmly onto her back. Her legs fell open at a touch and he moved between them. He adjusted her body and entered in one long smooth stroke. Yvonne gasped, and her body tightened around him.
    He stopped for an instant to savor the slick warmth, but a shout of male laughter from downstairs caught his attention. How odd to feel so completely unattached to a person while performing the most intimate of acts. Here he was, embedded inside her warmth to the hilt, distracted and aroused at the same time.
    Yvonne apparently did not suffer the same difficulty. She wiggled her hips against him, then pressed her fingers painfully into his upper arms. Nathaniel shuddered.
    â€œHarder,” she gasped, as she tightened her legs and pushed at him.
    Nathaniel drew out of her warmth, then slid in again, quickening his pace with each thrust. At her urging he continued pumping into her, hard and fast. Within moments Yvonne’s body quivered and arched in the throes of climax.
    It was over. Thank goodness. He went still inside her and realized he was still hard. Yet he felt strangely disinclined to do anything about it.
    Nathaniel rolled over, attempting to withdraw and distance himself. Yvonne clung tightly, giving him no choice but to bring her with him. With a slight grimace, he moved his palms up Yvonne’s firm, bare thighs, then deliberately separated their bodies. Misunderstanding, the sultry brunette arched her back, showcasing her luscious body, obviously waiting to hear him praise her many attributes.
    Lord Avery remained silent.
    â€œGracious, you are stiff as a board,” Yvonne exclaimed with obvious delight.
    Nathaniel tipped his chin and glanced at his groin, which indeed was hard and stiff. Yvonne squealed again and reached for him like a greedy child. Her fingertips circled the tip of his penis and glided down the shaft, swirling lightly. Nathaniel stretched his back, attempting to evade those questing fingers.
    But they were skillful. And most persistent. His mind drifted as she began rubbing and stroking, then wrapping her fingers around him.
    He closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately to shut his mind off from everything but the pleasure. It was difficult. Yet his breathing deepened when she raked his stomach with her nails, then angled her head downward. Finally, the touch of her lips drove all thoughts from his mind.
    Two hours later, Lord Avery left Yvonne in an exhausted, satisfied slumber and made his way to the main parlor. It was well past midnight and the gaming house was crowded with gentlemen seeking to fill their purses. Being unfamiliar with this particular establishment, since it was so very new, Nathaniel sought the aid of a liveried servant in locating his companion, Duncan McTate.
    After giving the man a rather detailed description of the burly Scotsman, the footman pointed a white-gloved finger toward the gold salon. Nathaniel made his way through the throng of people, his hard stare softening in amusement when he spotted his friend.
    He surmised the Scotsman was enjoying himself at the gaming tables, for there were impressive piles of coins stacked in front of him. And a strong hint of amusement in his blue eyes. Though his face was flushed and his cravat askew, Nathaniel knew McTate was still very much in command of his wits.
    â€œHave you come to join the game, Lord Avery?” Mr. Kenyon inquired. “We could use some fresh blood. McTate’s practically cleaned us all out. His winning streak remains unbroken. Perhaps a new player will foil his luck.”
    â€œI must warn you, Mr. Kenyon, ’tis nearly impossible to separate a Scot from his coin,” Nathaniel replied with a smile. “I know better than to play against one who is riding a streak of good luck.”
    The rest of the players laughed, including McTate, and a slight flush stained