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able to adjust the set of that appendage under his snug biscuit-colored pantaloons without drawing too much attention to himself. Well, no more attention than such a pair of cattle, a top-of-the-line phaeton, and an upper-class, well-dressed gentleman seemingly idling away his time in Lincoln’s Inn normally attracted.
    He remembered another time far away when his cock, in the same need of attention as now, had been relieved of its tenseness as he was driven along a stony track. Now, he wondered if a cobbled street would be a good substitute. The idea appealed to him greatly. Not here in the city. It would be nigh on impossible not to be discovered and ruined. He wondered idly how long it would take to build a cobbled track, preferably circular, at one of his country houses. He must get his factor to look into it immediately.
    Once again he glanced at the timepiece attached to his waistcoat, the third glance in as many minutes. Never had he known himself to be so impatient. Ten minutes past the hour. Surely they should have finished their business by now?
    Having dispensed with his tiger, should they not appear imminently, he would soon be obliged to get down and walk his horses again. In his uncomfortably aroused state, that would be no easy feat. Any other time, in such a condition, he would retire to somewhere private and take matters in hand. Sometimes he cursed the lessons he had learned on his travels. They may make him a lover no person ever forgot or felt shortchanged by, but they had also shown him how to become aroused easily by thought alone, as well as showing him where his true interests lay.
    Before things became too dire, the excited chatter of two female voices alerted him to their nearing presence. He sprang down to stand by the side of the vehicle.
    “Oh, Ivo, we have kept you waiting, I hope you are not sorely vexed, for truly there was much more to discuss than we had foreseen.” Serena’s tone was contrite, as opposed to the twinkle in her eyes, which decidedly was not. “My, what beautiful cattle. And your much-vaunted phaeton as well. We are honored.” She held her gloved hand to him. He bowed slightly and kissed the back of it before handing her up onto the seat.
    Arabella, more aware, looked pointedly at his erection. “Oh, my,” she parroted. “You are pleased to see us, Ivo. No helping hand around at present?”
    His eyes narrowed, promising, it seemed, retribution.
    “Alas, my dear, you had not arrived,” he drawled, smiling at her discomposure. He felt sure it would not last long. He was right. Even as he continued, “Although, it seems discomfiture sharpens the mind beautifully,” her eyes twinkled.
    “And that, Your Grace, would have made a difference?”
    “But of course, my dear Bella, one way or another. Remind me to give you a demonstration at a more appropriate moment. Now, if I may hand you up? In the absence of another, I must attend to you both, a trait I hope to fulfill regularly in the future.” He emphasized the second half of his statement. “Also I do so admire those trim ankles you both have. Are you seated comfortably?” They nodded. “Then I will endeavor to seat myself in between the two of you.” He was as good as his word and was soon maneuvering the vehicle through the busy streets toward the park.
    “Ivo?” Arabella spoke. “Must we go to the park? Could we not prevail on you to drive to our home? We are so excited at the thought of our house, our home, not our papas’ homes, with their rules and regulations, but ours. And then,” she added audaciously, “you can tell us if you find it suits your…needs.”
    “Minx.” His cock jumped at the insinuation as he turned the phaeton away from the park, expertly dodging pie sellers, street sweepers, urchins, carriages, and the myriad of other persons going about their daily business. All seemed intent on causing the greatest degree of annoyance possible. Once away from the park and toward the area of