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dizziness as the heat spiralling low in her belly shattered into a million dazzling fragments of pleasure. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and she opened her mouth on a soundless cry of release.
    Shuddering with the aftershocks of her climax, breathless, her pulse pounding in her throat, Lilly swallowed hard and leaned her sweat-damp forehead against the cool, varnished wood of the door. She felt boneless, as though she were floating. If their experience had been anything like as earth-shattering as hers, leaving her limbs feeling heavy and languid, she had a few moments to collect herself and recover her poise. Then it would simply be a matter of hiding her embarrassment when they emerged from the bedroom—presumably fully clothed.
    It seemed as though this position was definitely going to be…educational. For one thing, she had already learned a lot about…well, positions.
    She had just determined to test her trembling legs and smooth down her skirts when the door abruptly opened and she fell forward into the room, landing on hands and knees in front of an extremely naked Lucien.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    “Curiosity is a virtue in a detective’s assistant, Lilly. Though our methods are generally a little more sophisticated than peeping through keyholes.”
    She glanced up, and immediately regretted it as she found her mouth was level with Lucien’s cock, still semi-erect, though less impressive than it had been moments ago.
    “I…um…” She could smell him—a musky scent that made her nipples pebble beneath her bodice and set up a ghost of that treacherous ache in her cunt.
    Then John yanked his lover back by the arm and threw a dressing gown at him. “Make yourself decent, Lucien.”
    He held out his hand to Lilly. She took it and scrambled to her feet, relieved to see that he was already dressed in a burgundy-coloured robe with silk lapels, though his hair was dishevelled and he looked sleepy and sated. She quickly dropped her eyes, blushing furiously, unable to meet his gaze.
    “I didn’t realise you were there,” John said apologetically. “I had quite lost track of the time. I’m sorry to say, though, that Lucien probably did know. His hearing is very acute. He does enjoy his little games.”
    Lucien stepped forward, wrapped now in a dark blue robe that made his silver eyes look paler and stranger than ever. He gave her a knowing look and a little smile. “I don’t think we were the only ones enjoying ourselves, John.” And he took a strand of her frizzy hair between his long fingers, where it had escaped from her no-nonsense bun, then ran his fingertip over her cheekbone, where she was sure an aroused blush of colour still lingered.
    Lilly was stricken with embarrassment. She wondered if she might spontaneously combust on the spot—that might be preferable to having to confront Lucien’s assessing, knowing expression, and from the heat in her cheeks it was a distinct possibility. Just…poof! Up in flames. Then her fundamental nature reasserted itself, and she lifted her chin and gave a little sniff.
    “Gentlemen,” she snapped, “I suggest you get dressed. This paperwork isn’t going to organise itself.” And she swept from the room with as much dignity as she could muster. It wasn’t much, given how aware she still was of her saturated drawers and the stickiness of her fingers.
    By the time they reappeared in the living room looking decent and respectable, she was absorbed in a pile of paperwork that seemed to have been filed using the ‘put it down somewhere and forget about it’ method. Not a technique they taught at Chancery Lane.
    John laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she glanced back and gave him a quick, professional smile—though not lacking in warmth. Then she returned to her paperwork. The only thing she could possibly do now was pretend that the whole mortifying incident had never happened.
    It was mid-morning before anyone spoke—although she had been