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on,” he whispered, and that was the last thing he said before he got down to the serious business of ravishing me senseless.
    I knew his hands were beneath me, supporting my bottom, drawing me close, but I couldn’t feel them. All I could feel was his cock impaling me against the door, pushing in and out of me with such intensity that I feared the hinges would fail or the door would shatter and we would tumble into the corridor beyond.
    Then Eli shifted his stance, tilting my bottom back a fraction, and something changed. He was rubbing against a spot deep inside me, and what had already felt marvelous a moment before now felt better, so much better that I cried out despite myself.
    “You like that, do you? What about this?” Leaving only one arm to bear my weight, he reached between our bodies and found, with unerring precision, the pearl between my legs.
    This time he didn’t tease. This time he rubbed it with sure strokes of his thumb, steadily driving me higher, ever higher, all the while pounding into me just as relentlessly.
    The familiar tightness grew within, winding tight and heavy, and I clung to his shoulders as if they were my anchor in a storm. My climax was gathering, an enveloping, silver-bright cascade that swept over and through me, and I was falling into it, tumbling head over heels, the roar of my heartbeat deafening me to all else.
    I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
    Eli drove inside me harder and harder, both hands on my bottom again, and I didn’t care that my head was bumping against the door, that the solid wood was beginning to hurt my back, that anyone walking down the corridor might hear my cries and know exactly what we were doing.
    “Holy fuck,” he gasped, and then pulled away abruptly. I felt a rush of hot fluid against my inner thigh, soaking into the fabric of my drawers. In that instant I shook free from the waking dream that had ensnared me since the moment we’d first touched, back on the road to Argentière.
    He lowered me to my feet but made no move to pull away, leaning heavily against me, his hands settled lightly on my thighs, his head buried in the crook of my shoulder. Long moments passed, marked only by our slowing heartbeats and my growing dismay.
    In the space of only a few minutes, we’d progressed from simple kisses to the sort of transgression that often had far-reaching consequences. I’d been through this once before, eight long years ago—what had I been thinking to endanger myself like this again?
    “Alice? Are you all right?”
    “Quite all right, thank you. Let me excuse myself for a moment...I need to clean...”
    “Of course. I’ll wait here.”
    I scurried into the bedroom, hideously aware of the semen dripping down my thigh and the general disarray of my person. As my bags were still in the sitting room with Eli, I was forced to wipe myself dry with my drawers, which I removed and crumpled into a ball; I would deal with them later. It took but a moment more to fasten my bodice and jacket and smooth out my skirts. My hair I abandoned as a lost cause.
    I opened the door to the sitting room, half hoping that he had already left and spared us the awkwardness of this conversation. But he was there still, his expression grave and not a little troubled.
    “I’m not sure what to say,” I began, determined to at least be honest with him. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
    “As you said earlier,” he answered.
    “Would you mind terribly if I asked you to go?”
    “If that is what you wish.”
    “I do. I mean, I think it’s for the best if you do. I don’t know you, after all, and this...this was a mistake.”
    “Then I’ll go.”
    “I am terribly sorry if I—”
    “Don’t apologize,” he said. To my everlasting relief he sounded sincere, and not in the least aggrieved.
    “Thank you again for your help with my things,” I added awkwardly, wishing I had something better to offer by way of farewell.
    I stood back as he approached