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that very afternoon, her pretty
blue eyes blinking as she’d brought Charlotte to a passionate
release.
    “Breathe, my darling,” Trent murmured
in her ear.
    “You should have told me,” she hissed
back at him. “She’s a duchess, for God’s sake.”
    “She’s a woman,” he said with a shrug.
“And she wasn’t always a lady. She was an actress, once upon a
time. Then she captivated my good friend, Charles, and the rest is
history.” Trent bent so that his head was close to the side of her
neck, and let his next words move over her skin like a caress. “I
find myself horrendously jealous that she has tasted you and I have
not.” He lightly kissed the side of her neck and Charlotte
shuddered with the pleasure of it. “She has rubbed your nipples on
her tongue. And she has kissed her way down your body.”
    “Stop it,” Charlotte warned. Her
thighs were growing wet from her body’s delicious reaction to his
words. “It’s scandalous.”
    “As are we, my darling,” he said with
a chuckle.
    They rounded the corner and walked
into a room. Charlotte stopped in her tracks. On the settee rested
a man who wore proper evening clothes. And at his feet sat a woman
who wore nothing. Charlotte turned to walk back in the direction
they’d come. But Trent’s hand around her waist stopped her. He drew
her into a secluded corner.
    “There are some rules. First names
only, while we’re here,” he said. “No titles. No family crests. No
rules of the peerage. Everyone here is in a committed relationship
with their significant other. If not, they are not permitted to
enter.”
    “Are we in a committed relationship?”
she asked.
    “The day you agreed to come to my bed,
it became a committed relationship.” He brushed a lock of hair from
her cheek. “Everyone here is sworn to secrecy. And well-screened
before admittance. So, any activity in which we partake will remain
a secret, if that has you concerned.”
    “We are expected to partake?” she
began. Then she hissed, “Of others?”
    He shrugged. “I choose to partake of
you. If you choose to partake of others, we can discuss it. But,
truth be told, I prefer to keep you for myself.” His brow rose at
what must have been her shocked expression. “Have I surprised
you?”
    With the naked people? With the house
party? With the gift of Mary, who’d brought her to climax? With any
of this? “A little,” she finally squeaked.
    “There’s a club we all frequent called
Decadence. It’s like this.” He gestured to those around him. “But
on a much grander scale. When you’re ready, I’ll take you there.
This is merely a small sampling of what Decadence
offers.”
    Just then, a couple came through the
door and joined the others on the settee. The four of them talked
as though the woman on her knees was not naked, once the man gave
her permission to do so. “This is surreal,” Charlotte
breathed.
    Then Mary walked into the room and
approached Charlotte with a large smile. “Are you terribly angry at
me?” she asked.
    Angry? Shocked out of her stockings
would be more like it.
    “She’s having trouble finding the
appropriate words,” Trent said with a chuckle.
    The duke walked up behind them all and
said loudly. “The word would be thank you. Thank you for the loan
of my wife for the afternoon.” He grinned broadly. Then continued
when Charlotte’s tongue refused to work. “You’re welcome.” He
laughed and clapped Trent on the shoulder. “Take a seat,” he
offered.
    Trent drew Charlotte to a wide-armed
chair and sat down in it, then patted his knee as he tugged her
fingertips. “Sit?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
    “On your lap?” she
squeaked.
    “I can’t think of a more appropriate
place. Or one that’s more enjoyable for me.” He very gently pulled
her into his lap and tucked her there. Then he whispered in her
ear. “I’m anxious to hold you, since I haven’t had the pleasure
yet.”
    Mary laughed from the other side of
the