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For one tense s wrapped around Will’s hips and his hands clasped beneath er and fall with ue

‘Jesus, be careful,’ I hissed, still clinging to the open bottle by its expensive neck ‘That’s Louis Quinze’

But thank God for sinewy, strong, horny-handed sons of the soil, because Will recovered his balance and continued in the direction of the drawing-roo me to the bedroom

‘I’ll take your word for it,’ he said, nudging the door open with his toe and carrying me into the vast hall ‘You’re the expert’

He found the back stairs to the old servants’ quarters and plodded heroically across the parquet

‘I hope you’re an expert too,’ I said, breathing hotly into his ear ‘And not just when it corounds maintenance’

‘I’ve never had any complaints’ He smirked and stopped to add another kiss to our already substantial tally ‘All that digging comes in handy when you need to carry women upstairs and throw them on to beds’

‘You’ve obviously dug a lot’

‘Yeah’

But once we reached the third flight of steps he had to stop talking and concentrate on the job in hand On our arrival in his roo to feel the strain, beads of sweat shiny on his forehead

It was clearly a relief to hiht, stretching his liriave reed over his body

Will spent all day, every day, in the open air and it showed, in his healthy tan and his solid build, his broad shoulders and densely packed thighs He wasn’t my usual type at all – sturdy and studly where I usually went for wispy and fey – but teeks cooped up in this place with no other coic on me and now I thirsted for him

He fell to his knees on the lint

‘So now I’ve got you in my lair, Sarah …’ he whispered

‘Your lair, eh? Your eyrie, high above the park’

I propped myself on an elbow and put the wine bottle down on the bedside table

‘So like that’ He put a hand on hly back down

‘You sound as if you’re the hunter and I’ his wrist ‘But I’ht way around’

He swung one leg around so that he straddled me and pinned me doith my wrists above my head

‘I’ do to rasp the words into my ear ‘Aren’t you?’

Enjoying the feeling of restraint I twisted and turned and tried to buck hi to succeed, but wanting the resistance, the friction, the arousing sense of powerlessness it all led to

He chuckled, understanding the game and its unspoken rules, and held me all the firmer

‘No way, Sarah,’ he taunted, releasing one wrist and catching both in one hand, just to show ot you where I want you, I’o’