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folds, warm and soothing. While she imagined Paul’s fingers on
her flesh, she slipped a hand over her stomach and then lower through her curls
until she found the button that would send her flying with a little bit of
work. Blissful tension rose in her body the faster she rubbed her finger
against the nub. She pretended it was Paul’s fingers caressing her cunt.
Pressure built and coiled, ready to break.
    “If you require
help with that task, Lady Trayhurn, I am available.”
    Lydia’s eyes flew
open at the baritone voice. She yanked her hand away and snapped her thighs
together even as tremors of heightened anticipation raced through her lower
belly. “Paul? What are you doing in my private rooms?” It was a stupid
question. There was only one reason for his presence, and they both knew it. She
covered her bare breasts with crossed arms, hiding her erect nipples. “This is
most improper.” It was a statement instead of the chastisement she’d intended,
but as the words left her mouth, she acknowledged to herself she did indeed
want his hands on her.
    A grin wreathed his
smooth, youthful face. “It is, but when has anything proper been pleasurable?”
He’d shed his livery and now wore a loose-fitting linen shirt and brown wool
trousers, which hugged his lean legs, further igniting her desire. “You have a
look of a woman who requires much pleasuring.”
    Flutters chased
through Lydia’s core. “Does anyone know you’re here?”
    “No. I’m very
discreet, my lady.” He unlaced the ties holding the top of his shirt closed. It
sagged open to reveal tanned skin sprinkled with coarse, black hair. “Was I
wrong in thinking you might have additional need of me this night?”
    Dear God, how she
was tempted. Goose flesh prickled her skin. Her nipples tightened. When she
moistened her bottom lip, Paul’s hazel eyes darkened. “Perhaps I do.” Her suite
of rooms was far removed from any of the servants’ chambers and her husband was
not in residence. What could it hurt? One tiny transgression wouldn’t harm her
if he was discreet.
    “I won’t keep you
waiting.” He toed off his scuffed, worn boots. Once he’d removed the shirt and
tossed it away, he held her gaze while he shoved out of his trousers.
    “How much do you
want this, Lady Trayhurn?” He pumped a hand along his cock. Thick and of a good
length, his member grew from his ministrations. “Have you dreamed of having my
prick in your cunt, in your mouth, between your tits?”
    “Oh
my.” Saliva filled her mouth. What would he feel like sliding down her throat? If
she sucked him off, would it drive him wild?
    Desire glittered in
his eyes. “I’ve seen you watching me while I work.” He fondled his length again
before rubbing a thumb over its tip. “Does your husband make your juices flow
as much as thoughts of me do?” He straddled the narrow sides of the bathtub,
and his engorged cock bobbed in front of her face. “Do you have him in mind
when you pleasure yourself?”
    She couldn’t
breathe much less think with him so close. The contoured planes of his chest
were better than she’d imagined. As she trailed her gaze over his defined
abdomen, sharp need rocked her pussy. “I haven’t used his image for my own
purposes for a very long time.”
    Unable to help
herself, she cupped his hairy balls. When he stifled a groan, she smiled and
caressed his sac then slid a finger behind them to massage the spot she hoped
would set fire to his loins.
    This time, his moan
echoed in the air and he rocked forward. His cock head tapped her lips. “Open
for me, my lady. Let me fulfill your darkest desires and give you what your
husband does not.”
    “Gladly.” No matter that
everything about this night was improper, it had been
ages since she’d felt needed as a woman. Who was she to argue if a virile man
desired her? Lydia slid a palm along one of his powerful thighs, edged closer
to him then took him into her mouth.
    She swirled her
tongue around