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that he had her constantly stammering, so dazed and confused in a way she had not been for so many years. “Do this ?! Do what, Comte?”
    “Talk, eat and then have sex, ma belle .”
    His proposal was so calm and nonplussed that despite the way he had been touching her so intimately, Esther was convinced she must have misheard him. When his free hand slipped inside her nightgown to caress her bare breasts and gently coax at her achingly sensitive nipples, though, a low moan flew from her lips before she realised that he had no intention of stopping there.
    Though it went against the furious command of her inflamed body, she writhed away from his teasing touch and stumbled backwards into the bedchamber. Without hesitation, Tristan followed her inside and closed the door behind them.
    “In here it is then, Esther,” he said triumphantly, setting down the tray on the bedside table before gracefully stretching out on top of the mattress despite her scandalised protests. The scent of her still lingered upon the warm sheets she had so recently vacated and he inhaled deeply, revelling in the intimacy as she snatched at her nightgown to hold it closed over her breasts.
    Esther dared not go near enough to him to try and pull him away from her bed, for the shape of his fully erect cock that was so visible through his breeches made it very apparent that he would simply draw her onto the bed with him instead. Searching desperately for something to say to distract them both from the way he was still staring at her breasts with such undisguised desire, she belatedly recalled her surprise at seeing him stood outside her bedchamber. “W-what are you even doing here still, Comte?”
    Tristan lounged casually against the stacked pillows and patted the sheets next to him invitingly. She hastily shook her head as he had expected, but the brief flash of longing that passed across her reddened face spoke more than any denial could. He laughed softly and ran his fingers over the rough stubble colouring his jaw as he thrilled in reliving the feel of her wonderfully soft and full breasts under his hand. How he longed to expose them to his eyes – and he soon would, he was certain of it.
    She unwillingly gave a low moan again when his cock visibly twitched against his breeches. “Comte! I believe I asked you a question. What are you doing here?”
    Her voice was rapidly rising in pitch, so he took pity upon her. “Here, ma chére ? In your bed?”
    “No!” Esther’s breath quickened as the Comte slowly drew the pad of his thumb across his lower lip. “Here in Anton and Eleanor’s manor. I thought you would be gone with the others who came to the ball by now!”
    Delightful as it was to be in her bed, Tristan wanted the woman herself in his arms far more. He jumped down and strode towards her, backing her up against the wall behind her. “Why would I be gone? Anton and Eleanor invited their daughter’s godparents to stay the week, is that not so?”
    Her legs began to shake beneath her as his dark eyes coolly raked over her body. “Y-yes. But what has that to do with you, Comte? Catherine’s godfather is to be an old friend of Eleanor’s husband –“
    “ Oui .” Tristan’s smile widened triumphantly as he closed the distance between them and she drew a ragged breath. “That is me, Esther. Anton and I have been friends since we were boys in short trousers, as you lovely English would say. So you see, we will both stay here at Fleetwood Hall until the christening; and before the week is out, I will have you.”
    She was frozen in shock, too slow to evade his hand as it shot out towards her and closed around her wrist. Tristan grazed his lips against hers as she drew a shuddering gasp of air. “Is that not so, Esther?” he prompted her gently as he began to guide her small hand back to his cock again. “You want this – you want me . You will not be able to defy the passion we share all week, I know that to be a