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the end it seems my wife never cared for me much. She only cared that our London house be grand enough, and her pin money sufficient for her needs. I suspected her of taking lovers, but I did not know about Blackstone until the end. She made a very poor friend to you too.”
    Clara raised a tear stained face to his. “When I think on it, she probably only called to see Blackstone—not me. I was naive to suppose she would care one whit to grace my parlor.”
    Reggie pressed his lips to her skin again, forever thankful that the two most inconstant of spouses had left them free. “Could you love me, Clara? Taking care of you these past months has been my greatest joy.”
    “You are such a dear man. Of course I could love you. I already do. You have made me so content. But you must also let me take care of you.”
    Reggie’s heart burst with happiness. He pulled Clara tight against him.
    Clara’s hand dropped to his thigh and skimmed upward. “I must take care of you. I owe you for earlier.”
    Her eyes met his and a wicked glint brightened them. Reggie stood and held out his hand before he took her up on her generous offer on the spot. With swift sure strides he led her back through the house and along to his bedchamber. Reggie bolted the door and stripped.
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    There was nothing quite like the sight of a man shedding his clothes in a hurry to excite a woman. Reggie flung his clothes left and right until he stood in only his trousers, and even then, they were partly undone.
    He prowled toward her and stopped inches away. The urge to touch his powerful chest overwhelmed her. She set her hands to his sleek flesh, and spread her fingers wide. How warm and delicious he seemed. Reggie stood still as she traced the hard ridges of his muscles and bones, flinched when her light touch tickled and breathed hard when her wandering stopped at the waistband of his trousers.
    He caught her hand, the one containing her wedding band, and worked it from her finger. When her finger was bare, he kissed the newly exposed skin. “Much better,” he murmured against her flesh.
    The grin he flashed melted her heart. What a sweet, dear man.
    Perhaps there was something special she could do for him tonight that would compensate for the pain of dealing with Mrs. Blackstone. And she had a wicked idea of what might please him. “I should thank you properly for dealing with my mother-in-law earlier.”
    She dipped her fingers beneath the band and skimmed the tip of his erection.
    Reggie shuddered. “No thanks required other than marrying me. I’ll be glad when she leaves us in peace.”
    Clara smiled and dug her fingers a little harder against his hot flesh.
    “Clara, please,” Reggie moaned. “Take pity on me. You are wearing entirely too many clothes.”
    She pulled her hands free and turned around. “I will need your assistance again.”
    Reggie made short work of her gown’s fastenings. She caught the material before it fell to the floor and held it to her breast. Would her bloated body disgust him?
    Clara turned and met Reggie’s gaze. Her heart did a little flip at the small smile he offered. He set his hands to his trousers and undid the buttons then pushed them to the floor. Clara’s mouth grew dry and the gown fell from her fingers. She cupped the smooth cock before her and trembled. She needed him inside her so badly. Moisture coated her thighs as her imagination took flight.
    Reggie groaned loudly as she caressed his skin and he undid the ribbon of her chemise then pushed it down over her arms. Unfortunately, she had to stop touching him to remove it, but she caught him in her hand again and inspected him.
    Thick blue veins bulged beneath the burning hot length. A perfect specimen she longed to taste. Clara licked her lips and dropped to her knees, ignoring Reggie’s protests. She pressed her mouth to his skin urgently then opened her mouth wide to take him in.
    Above her, Reggie gasped and dug his fingers