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“Bend over,” heher down to the table Dizzy with the pleasure he was giving her, she did as he said, and then he was hauling up her skirts, what seemed like miles and miles of velvet and net and petticoats, until he finally came to her drawers

His hands lingered on the thin cotton, cupping her botto her hips And then he reached around her waist and released the ribbon ties, and her drawers fell down to her ankles The air was cool against her naked thighs and bottos She felt his fingers against her skin but no longer just a feather-brush of sensation He was caressing her strongly, and then he gripped her thighs, edging the between hers, widening her still further

“Max?” she said on a shaky breath, and then groaned as he began to stroke her fir his thus treether in front of her, and jerked her hips, reaching for that pinnacle she could feel was so close

But he wasn’t ready yet

Max hadn’t taken off his breeches, for she could feel the coarse cloth of theainst her And then she felt the thick and rigid length of hiainst her slick and swollen flesh She went very still, hardly daring to breathe as he sought entry, and found it

At first he entered her just a little bit, and at this angle she felt her body stretching to acco her between hiasping and pounding her fists on the table, and begging him, “Please, oh please, do it now!”

His splayed fingers were hot against her belly, tilting her back against his groin, and then he slid his forefinger down between her swollen lips and rubbed against her Marietta whiet him to hurry up

He slid into her again, further this tiainst her nape as he bent over her, and murmured in her ear, “Come with me to Blackwood”

Startled froape at hi her expertly, and all thought left her He was thrusting into her h she tried to push back, to keep up the rhyth buffeted by a sensual storm

And it felt perfect It felt right

Suddenly it was tooaround hiroaned deep in his throat, and thrust one last tiainst her

For a moment all was bliss, and then in another she realized she couldn’t catch her breath She was gasping, the candle-lit roo her fro

“Max,” she choked “Undo me…please…can’t breathe…”

He seemed to realize what she wanted, and with a curse, opened the buttons and hooks on her dress with swift, sure hands, roughly pulling apart her bodice, so that he could find the ties of her stays

“Hurry,” she said weakly She felt like a fish thrown upon the shore, floundering and flapping about uselessly