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thumbs were unremitting, too, but the streaks of torment only fired her all the hotter. Bucking like a frisky pony she dished her back and pressed ever closer to him to make a better fit.
    â€œYes, my love, yes…oh, that’s splendid,” growled Leonard, plumbing her deeply, then holding still, into the hilt. “You are the warmest, most heavenly haven. This is paradise, my dear…paradise….”
    For me, too, my dear, for me, too.
    And yet still there was another observing angel, and as Mary rocked and heaved, and Leonard reciprocated with powerful forays of his own, she turned again to glance toward their watcher…and found he was no longer watching them.
    Benedict Holcombe had disappeared, left the room without either of them even being aware of his departure. For a moment, a pang of disappointment gripped her and Mary stilled. But then the faint odor of lime, her Leonard’s tantalizing shaving lotion, tickled her nostrils.
    Oh, my darling, forgive me. You are here…you are here, inside me.
    Fired anew, she wriggled, churning her pubis against the desk as Leonard swung his hips and found an ever sweeter spot within her channel. Her sex fluttered, almost at the point of crisis, but somehow, in the back of her brain, a cool observer to match Benedict himself still had the ability to think and question.
    Did you desire me at all, Benedict? Or is it simply the act of punishment that stirs you? If that?
    Shaking her head to dislodge the shade of the specialist, she gasped and moaned, teetering on the very Rubicon’s edge.
    Or is it even my handsome Leonard who piques your lust and you cannot bear to see him swiving a woman?
    Strange questions that elicited strange, fragmentary visions. Peculiar musings like a mist, unstable and transitory. When Leonard reached beneath her belly, rummaging for the seat of all her pleasure, the ability to think finally dissolved like fog, too.
    Her husband circled his fingertip, and rocked his hips, bumping and knocking against some hidden secret place, and as he ignited her, Mary’s mind went truly blank. Pleasure flooded her, heart and soul and body, and in ecstasy she convulsed, shrieking out.
    â€œLeonard! Oh, my love!”
    Her only awareness was heat and bliss now…and Leonard pounding. And pounding and pounding and pounding as he found his heaven with an enormous shout of triumph.
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    â€œIt was unfortunate that Mr. Holcombe left so precipitously,” Mary observed later as her husband snuffed out the candle at their bedside and then rolled toward her to kiss her good-night.
    â€œWould you have preferred him to remain, my dear?” There was an intriguing note in her husband’s voice, and the kiss, when it came, was more ardent than she’d been expecting. After all the excitement of the evening, and all their pleasure and cavorting, she’d assumed a tranquil settling down now that they were finally in bed together.
    Would Leonard indulge her desires yet further? Heat roused again in her loins, even after the joys they’d both shared so recently. Did her husband share a yen to explore yet more of her foibles? It seemed so. His cock was hard when her hand brushed against his nightshirt.
    â€œYes… I thought I might, um, dally with him a little,” she said in a cautious voice. Men’s sensibilities, and their perceptions of their manhood, were notoriously fragile in a way that only women understood, and the very last thing on Earth she wanted was to hurt or make her husband unhappy. But they’d sworn honesty to each other and her curiosity was undeniable. Leonard knew that she was filled with inquisitiveness.
    â€œDally, eh?” Leonard seemed to be challenging her.
    â€œYes, my dear, but only that.”
    In the darkness, she felt him relax and her heart melted. After all these years, he still prized her above all women and could be a possessive husband as well as an indulgent one.
    â€œIt