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with languid, sensual intensity.
    God, he was relenting.
    He reached down, a crisp rustling sounded and air rushed over her legs. He touched her knees, gently easing his way between.
    He had relented.
    She had broken through. She had won.
    On a sigh, she let her legs part. He slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh, caressing and slow. Sudden weakness rendered her passive. Totally conditioned to him, her body responded instantly. Wetness flowed between her legs and her inner lips swelled into tingling arousal.
    As he neared her apex, she held her breath. He slipped two fingers inside her slick depths with the sureness of a lover. She gasped and her cunt squeezed his digits tightly. At the fullness, pleasurable hunger swept through her.
    “You are so luscious.” His breath tickled her cheek. “Like hot, wet silk.”
    With his thumb, he brushed her erect nub then traced it in leisurely circles. She sighed, releasing all her pent-up tension. Dear heaven, he loved expertly, his aim and timing as precise as if he could read her thoughts. Arching her hips up, she gave herself over to his skilled touch. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers again and again. She moaned in pure surrender to the force of the spasms. He brought his lips down on hers, swallowing her cries as pleasure burst over her, intense, swift and sweet.
    He continued stimulating her, not giving her even a chance to catch her breath. She moaned. She didn’t want to come again. Not like this. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to squeeze his thick length with her inner walls again and again until she drove him over the edge with her. To be one with him in pleasure, body and spirit. But the force of her impending orgasm was too strong to resist—her cunt contracted again, harder, deeper and longer lasting. She clutched his shoulders as shudders convulsed her body.
    He lifted his head. With her loins still pulsing and ticking with the after effects of bliss, she opened her eyes and panted, her body limp against the velvet seat cushions. Her gaze devoured his visage, greedily lingering over his angular cheekbones and hard, arrogantly jutting, jawline. A hunger deeper than the sexual lit in her blood so strongly it threatened to consume her—a desire to share his pleasure and satisfaction, to possess him as much as he possessed her. She’d never known a feeling like this for anyone, never dreamt of feelings so intense.
    He withdrew his hand and moved away from her. She caught her breath, waiting in fervid expectation for him to knock on the carriage wall and give the driver the signal to drive a while along the waterfront.
    He didn’t.
    Instead, he pulled her skirts back into place, taking a moment to carefully smooth out the wrinkles. Then he reached for her and pulled her along with him as he reclined against the seat, holding her against his side.
    She released her breath and darted a glance at his lap. His erection was clearly pressing against his pantaloons—he was aroused.
    She flicked her gaze up to his face and saw not a trace of heat there.
    How could he possibly be so cool about it after a week apart?
    “Just relax. Tonight will soon be over.” He caressed her back in a slow, easy motion. The very casualness of his gesture wiped away every iota of warm gratification. Uneasiness rushed back on her with stomach-lurching quickness.
    He was so cold towards her now. He clearly wasn’t happy with her. And he’d said repeatedly it was not the money. What had she done wrong? A sick, scared feeling settled in her innards and she dreaded the evening more than she had imagined possible.

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    Beth entered the ballroom on Grey’s arm.
    Every gaze in the crowded room narrowed down upon them. Those who hadn’t been looking turned.
    The crowd quieted.
    Then the low rumble erupted—the whispered questions, the hushed speculations.
    They had attended several assemblies, balls and soirées since their courtship had begun, and every time they had