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FALSTRO by

Belita Renn

WHISKEY CREEK PRESS www.whiskeycreekpress.com

Published by WHISKEY CREEK PRESS Whiskey Creek Press PO Box 51052 Casper, WY 82605-1052 www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com

Copyright  2005 by Belita Renn Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. ISBN 1-59374-411-0

Credits Cover Artist: Escorpio Editor: Vickie DuBois Printed in the United States of America

Dedication To my family and friends, and to my editor, Vickie, and my artist, Escorpio.

Chapter One London, 1799 Easing open the window of the mansion, Thurston Dayle glanced around to insure the interior was vacant of life. The room was dimly lit by a low burning oil lamp, which sat on a side table in the elegant library. Bookshelves lined two walls; one the same wall as the door, and the other facing Thurston’s location and containing the hearth. The desk area of the room held no interest for Thurston. The opposite end of the room where the wall safe was located held his rapt attention. It had to be behind the large oil painting on the wall beside the hearth. Where else would a person with more money than brains hide a horde of blunt? Shoving a booted foot through the open window frame, she climbed onto the windowsill and flipped her legs over and into the room. Moving on silent feet, she crossed the rug to the large painting. Grasping the edge of the gilt frame, she slid her fingers along the edge seeking a hinge. Finding the hinge, she knew which way to move the picture from the wall. After swinging it outward like a window sash, she hesitated, listening. Then with agile fingers and locksmith tools, she opened the safe. Instead of the monies she expected, jewels were inside. Grasping the largest, she held it up and admired the sparkle in the light—a blood-red ruby and it appeared flawless. 1

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When she heard footsteps in the hall, she shoved the stone into her pocket. As the footsteps drew close, she closed the safe door. After swinging the frame back into place, she hurried back to the window. The door swept open before she had a chance to spring through the opening. “I wasn’t aware a guest had arrived.” A deep male voice caused her to freeze. “Or, are you a thief?” Turning, Thurston forced a smile to her lips and chuckled. “The things you say. I slipped in to surprise you.” She had no idea who this gentleman was, or even if he was the owner of this mansion. His face was in shadow, and she was unable to discern his features or expression. She was only certain of one thing—she had to fool him or end up in prison. “Indeed?” Stepping into the room, he closed the door behind his back. “What did you have in mind?” Sauntering toward him, she ran her finger down the neckline of her blouse. Actually, it was her brother’s shirt and the neckline hung low and open over her chest, revealing the sides of her breasts above a low chemisette. Hoping she appeared seductive, she tilted her head, allowing her long russet hair to cascade over her shoulder. “Alone…I wanted to be alone with you. I couldn’t arrive at your door without a chaperone and risk ruining my reputation. I am certain you understand.” Pressing against his body, she lifted a small hand and stroked the strong column of his neck. “I hope you find me appealing. I fear I have no resistance against the pull of your masculinity.” Her breathless tone wasn’t assumed. She was breathless with fear. If this didn’t work, if she couldn’t distract him, she would go to prison for stealing and her aunt would starve. Pride would force her aunt to starve before accepting charity from her relatives. 2

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She had to distract him until she could arrange an opening to leave. “I haven’t come at a bad time?” Lifting her lashes, she gazed up with adoring eyes. This close, she could discern some of his features, as her eyes adjusted to the light. Even in shadow, he appeared to be blessed with a handsome face. Long eyelashes adorned his eyes. Men were always the lucky ones. A good six inches taller than her five and a half feet, he towered over her. His shoulders wide, he had an appealing masculine frame. His body seemed to radiate a delicious scent that caused her insides to clinch with longing. The confident way he held himself indicated power. “No. I was going out, but it will keep.” His large hand came up and caressed her smooth cheek. Leaning forward, his soft lips claimed her mouth. Hoping there was a wife, who would come charging in and give her an excuse to leave, Thurston wrapped her hands around his neck. The heat of the strong column warmed her chilled fingers. He radiated heat. The hot tip of his tongue stroked her lips, asking for entrance. “What are you doing?” she asked, as she pushed away from him, bracing her hands against his shoulders. “Cooperating.” Shaking her head, she stepped back. “How can I attempt to seduce you, if you don’t resist?” His mouth lifted, revealing teeth that even in shadow she was certain were white pearls. “I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.” “Oh, you won’t. Now, let’s see.” Twisting, she glanced around. “I’m certain I can do this without much trouble.” He chuckled. 3

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“Perhaps we should go to the garden. I can’t be discovered by the servants, so I’ll just slip out the window, and meet you around back.” “I have a better idea that will save a lot of time and trouble.” Grasping her wrist, he tugged open the door and led her into the hallway. “Where are we going?” whispering. she scurried after him, glancing nervously around for servants that might observe and thus be able to identify her to the sheriff. “I cannot go up there.” Planting her feet, she stopped at the base of the stairs, as he stepped onto the first step. Turning his face, which took her breath away, toward her, he flashed a devilish smile. “Shush, hurry and no one will see us.” Still holding her wrist, he started up the steps, leaving her no choice but to follow. “I really shouldn’t go abovestairs,” whispering urgently, she hurried along at his side. Making a scene was out of the question. Any disturbance, and his staff would come to investigate. “You said you wanted to seduce me,” he reminded in a pleased timber. Gods, yes! Who wouldn’t want to seduce you? Coal black hair, high cheekbones, tanned skin with a beard’s shadow beneath the skin along his jaw, and eyes the color of a bluegray sky. His shoulders were broad and his back tapered to lean hips. Satin knee breeches revealed lean muscled thighs, white stockings encased his calves, with black slippers on his feet. His long legs took the stairs two at a time, as though he was in a hurry. Coarse textured fingers brushed over the pulse at her wrist, bring her back to earth.

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“Yes, but the garden…” Running up the stairs to keep up with him, her wrist grasped in his large hand, she glanced back at the receding entrance door. “Is cold and damp. Don’t worry. I will not disappoint you.” His confidence was disconcerting. “Oh, that is reassuring.” Lamely, she gave her approval. It truly was reassuring, if he followed her direction and resisted her advances, it would give her a chance to run. “Where are you taking me?” Reaching the landing, they crossed the balcony and turned down a hall. “My chamber. We will have all the privacy we need there.” Thinking fast, she reached for an excuse. “Your valet?” “Day off.” Opening a door, he walked into a sitting area. Stumbling in, she stopped just inside the door. Releasing her wrist, he closed the door and locked it. Waving the key, he smiled. “No interruptions.” Then shoved the key into his waistcoat pocket. She watched the key slide into the pocket with a sinking feeling. Leaning against the door, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, where were we?” Her heart was thundering as she glanced around the masculine room. She had never been in a man’s bedchamber, and she didn’t wish to be here now. Forcing a smile, she advanced. She had to get that key. “I believe I was about to convince you that you would like to stay home this evening.” Reaching him, she placed her hands on his coat and slipped her fingers inside. Her fingers skimmed over the smooth satin of his waistcoat.

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Taking her hands, he lifted them to his throat, foiling her plan. “I believe we were here.” Lowering his head, he claimed her lips. Soft hair brushed against her hands as he angled his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue between her lips. Acting as though she knew what she was doing, she duplicated his movements by parting her mouth. Their tongues danced. He felt perfect; his strong arms made her feel secure. The strong brace of his hands holding her against his chest, made her feel wanted. She had never felt wanted before. This was a night of firsts. It was a shame they weren’t all as good as this kiss. Being captured and cornered was a bad first. Stroking her fingers through the cool strands of his hair, she felt the dampness. He was recently from his bath, smelled fresh as lemon, and tasted of sweet wine and orange slices. When a large hand covered her breast, she shivered, but knew better than to move away. An act of modesty was impossible considering the situation. After only a moment, she discovered she enjoyed the feel of his hand on her breast. As he rubbed his hand over the soft globe, it felt as though there was nothing separating her skin from his. She could feel the movement of his fingers through her clothing. When he grasped her nipple and rolled it, she thought there wasn’t anything protecting her from his questing fingers. The shock of his fingers caused a pull deep in her womb. Surprised, she broke the kiss and looked down. His hand was on top of her blouse, and he was amused when she looked up at him. 6

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“I thought you had opened my blouse without my being aware,” she admitted. Grinning, he lowered his head. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?” he queried, just before his lips touched hers. Shaking her head slightly, she lifted her mouth to his. What else could she say? She really wouldn’t mind feeling his flesh again her skin. Instantly, she decided she should have said yes, she would mind, for his hand moved to the center of her chest and she felt his fingers working the button free. No wife was going to come charging in and rescue her from this folly. This coil was her own making, and she was fully willing to bed this man—but she mustn’t! It shocked her how much she wanted him to touch her body. Was the jewel in her pocket to be her prize for a good night’s work? Or her reward for services willingly rendered? For a moment, she feared he knew about the jewel. Recognizing that self-doubt was causing her fear, she tamped down on the plaguing thoughts. He couldn’t possibly know about the jewel in my pocket. Hell, she was willing to be fondled in exchange for the large bauble. It would fetch a year’s upkeep on their home, and food for the family and servants. Fondled, but that was all. She wasn’t sleeping with anyone for jewels or money. If she chose to bed him, it wouldn’t be for the jewel. But she mustn’t. She could not allow it to go farther. What if they were to meet in the future? London was a big, crowded city. Still, there was always a chance. Her aunt moved about in polite society, and occasionally, guests popped by for a visit. 7

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His sweet probing tongue seducing her mind, she felt the pull of responsibilities drifting away. Soft one moment and hard the next, his lips and tongue thrilled her mouth. His textures tickled and pleasured her tongue. She had never realized how intimate kissing was and how many nerve endings her mouth contained. Aching within her core, her muscles clinched and released. It was an intriguing feeling that she wanted to continue. Shudders quivered through her stomach. Granted, it was a small likelihood they would ever meet, as she didn’t make the rounds in the marriage mart. She convinced herself there was no reason she couldn’t enjoy a small dalliance. His knuckles stroked her skin as his fingers continued moving down her stomach, opening the buttons on her blouse. She felt a coil of anticipation building in her chest. Her stomach muscles clenching, she focused her attention on the brush of his knuckles. It was delicious, because she knew she shouldn’t be indulging in sensual pleasure. Pleasures of the flesh were reserved for men, and she was stealing into their territory. Anxious to feel his hot hand on her flesh, she urged him to hurry with her mind and her kiss. After all, he didn’t have to open it all the way just to touch her. The waiting was killing her. Breaking the kiss, she lowered her head to watch his hands working the last button. Finally, he was brushing the loose shirt aside and revealing her breasts to his view. The loose fit of her brother’s shirt had concealed their size. Was he disappointed with the round globes and dusty pink nipples? Her body tensed, her breathing rapid, she anxiously waited for his verdict. Lifting his hand to her breast, he enfolded it slowly, filling his hand with her feminine flesh. 8

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“Perfect. Your breasts are perfect.” Lifting his head, his eyes, dark with passion, locked with her gaze. Gently squeezing her breast, he leaned forward and claimed her mouth. Her tongue dancing with his, she stroked the soft tissue inside his mouth, her chest lifting, thrusting her breast into his hand. Smiling against her mouth, he revealed an awareness of her need. Instead of covering her other breast, he tugged the material off her shoulders. He tugged the shirt from her body, and tossed it aside. Opening her eyes, she gazed into his, and saw he was watching her reactions. Was this a trap? Was he seeing how far she would go before she admitted she was only there to steal? Silently, she laughed. Thurston Dayle was not going to give him the satisfaction of allowing him to outrage her female sensibilities—especially when she was enjoying this too much to be outraged by the intimate touch. In exchange for the pleasure she was receiving, he could take her chemise, too, and toss it away. No longer did she care if he took a few liberties. It was good she made that decision. His hands moved to her waist, and stroking the flesh through the slick material of her chemise, he caused her stomach muscles to clench with excitement. She longed to have his hands on her body. Her nipples rose and fell against his chest with her rapid breaths. Hot, skilled fingers tugged the material from her brother’s breeches, and his wonderful fingers slid beneath the material and over her tantalized skin. Under the circumstances, she decided there was no reason she couldn’t do a little exploring of her own. 9

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Something was missing, something she had forgotten. Mentally shrugging, she decided she would remember it if it were important. Running her fingers over his hard shoulders, she slid them down his chest, over his ribs and circled her fingers around his smooth waist. Working her hands beneath his coat, she opened his waistcoat. Her fingers brushing the key, she remembered that she needed it. Fingering the edge of the pocket she pulled it open with her fingernail. The feel of the material beneath her fingernail set her teeth on edge. Grasping the hem of her chemise, he tugged it over her head, forcing her to raise her arms for him. Her fingers slipped from the pocket. The material slipped free and he took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Impaling her mouth with his tongue, he poured his passion into the kiss. She didn’t care what he did to her as long as he continued to brush his hands over her naked flesh and kiss her. Hot and smooth, with a slight coarseness at the fingertips, he glided his hands over her heated flesh. His mouth was a haven against the cool air that brushed her skin. As long as he continued to caress her mouth with his delicious lips and tongue, she was a willing supplicant. His large hands covered her breasts, caressing and plucking at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and building a fire of hunger in her body. It was exquisite torture. A moan of pleasure surprised her, rumbling in her throat. What he could do with his hands was sinful. “You have done this before.” He smiled against her mouth. “A time or two.” “Here?” She drew back from his mouth to question. “No.” 10

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“This isn’t your lair?” Didn’t all bachelors have a hideaway from the eyes of society? Warm to the touch, she could feel his body heat emanating from his flesh. “Yes, you are in my lair.” Deepening the kiss, he prevented her from continuing the interruptions. Her fingertips ran over the buttons of his shirt, teasing him that she would open it, also. Sliding her hand inside his waistcoat, she wrinkled the material of his shirt beneath her fingers as she bunched it and tugged it from the waist of his breeches. The soft satin material beneath her fingers appealed to her, so she ran her hands boldly over his hips. Everything about him was perfect—the flare of his hips, the flatness of his stomach, and the round globes of his bottom. Grasping her hips, he thrust his pelvis against her. Holding her firmly against his body, he ground his hard member against her stomach. “You are taking liberties,” she teased and pushed him a tiny step back. What a scandalous creature she was, but she didn’t care. Thrusting his hips forward, he bumped into her stomach in invitation. Then he lifted her, the hard lump of his engorged cock pushing against her juncture. That she aroused him was conspicuous. His desire intrigued and tempted her to explore this distinct manifestation of maleness. His apparent arousal caused her to feel a heady sense of power. Having any form of power over this masculine body would be exhilarating, but it did more, it made her feel feminine and seductive. Never had she felt as sexually appealing as she did at this moment. In all of her years never had she thrilled at being a woman as she did at this moment. She felt bold and sassy. Gasping into his mouth, he smiled against her lips. The man is really pushing his limits, she warned herself. He was 11

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taking full advantage of her imprudence. She wondered how he would act if he knew he had not only a willing woman, but also a trapped virgin in his grasp? Abandoning her mouth, he stroked damp lips across her jaw and down her neck. Rolling her head back, she allowed him easy access to her throat. “This is resisting?” she queried, mockingly. “Changed my mind.” Lifting her, he held her against his powerful chest and carried her to the carpet before the hearth, then lowered her to the floor. He angled his body over hers, his knee going between her thighs and his thigh pressing against her pelvis. Insistent need launched through her body, causing her to press up to satisfy the hunger building within her. Burning hot, the ache in her sheath was consuming her. Slowly, pain penetrated her consciousness. The hardness of his desire was pinned against her hipbone. She had to rid herself of the pain so she could return to the pleasure he provided. Reaching between their bodies, she tried to move his engorged shaft aside. He gasped into her mouth. “Easy, let’s not hurry.” “Oh, I’m not in a hurry,” she lied. Julius would be wondering why she hadn’t returned. Praying that he would not come looking for her, she pushed against his hip. “You are hurting me.” Raising his body he simply shifted, and settled on top of her, nestling his shaft between her thighs. Incredible want ached within her sheath and up through her womb. Separating her legs, she made room for him. This must have pleased him because he lifted his head and stared down at her with dark, passion-glazed eyes. With the firelight on his face, she was able to see his devilishly handsome face. Not pretty, or beautiful like the poets claimed the perfect man 12

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to be. He was too masculine for beauty, and too virile to resist. Still, he was devilishly handsome, and the full lips hovering above her mouth was as tempting as succulent orange slices. She had to have him. Denying her need was impossible. Groaning, she sought his lips. He allowed her to brush her lips to his briefly before moving away. Kissing down her throat, he pressed silken lips to the vein throbbing in her neck. Panting, she lifted her pelvis to grind against his solid weight. The need between her thighs was driving her wild. Hair, dark as a night sky, slipped over her lips as he pressed kisses downward to her chest. Sliding down her body, he claimed her breast and sucked the hard nipple into his mouth. Her body bucked as her pelvic muscles clenched. She felt his mouth pulling on her nerve endings all the way to her womb. “Sheese!” Hissing between clinched teeth, she grasped his hair in her fists. She had never felt anything like the sensation of his mouth on her breast. The sensations caused by his sucking made her ache so badly, she wanted him inside her to ease the demanding need. Spreading her legs wider, she rubbed her aching nub against his resistance. He had turned her into a wanton and she loved every moment, every shattering sensation. “Oh, my Lord.” “I know,” speaking around her nipple, he moved his hand down her body, stroking her stomach and the raised mound. “God’s blood!” The sensations startled her into cursing. “More. I need more.” She was losing her mind. No, correction, she had lost her mind. Sensation consumed all logical thought patterns. All she could think of was his hands, mouth, body, and what he was making her feel. The world and all it contained had disappeared. To her, there 13

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was nothing more than the here and now, the passion consuming her. Hot and hard, his hand cupped her mound. The tips of his fingers moved over the seam of her breeches to stroke between her legs. Her head arching back, her back bowed up. “Oh, my Lord!” She clutched at the rug. “Herman. Call me Herman. You are ready for me.” Protesting his claim would be a waste of breath. “Herman, that feels outrageous.” As she humped, she rubbed against his hand. Whimpering, she wanted him to never stop. She needed him to stop before her head shattered as completely as her control had. “I am going to end up in bedlam if you keep that up. Please…” “Help me remove your breeches.” Sitting up at her side, he reached for the waistband of her pants. “Wait, I’ll do it. Take your clothes off.” Pushing his hand away, she opened the buttons of her breeches and shoved them down over her hips and thighs. Getting them over her boots proved difficult, until she lifted her legs, tugged the offending footwear off, and then removed her breeches. More than anything, she wanted his hands back on her body. Shaking from tension and anticipation, she suddenly couldn’t wait to feel his flesh against her body. After shucking his clothing, Herman quickly returned to her side. The firelight glowed on his golden flesh. He shimmered in all the right places, making him the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Dark hair was sprinkled over his chest, forming a thick patch that arrowed down in a narrow line to the patch of curls surrounding his protruding erection. He was large and intimidating in this randy state. She swallowed. The shaft pointing at his stomach 14

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mesmerized her eyes, and she was glad when he distracted her. “You are beautiful.” His dark gaze swept over her smooth, shapely legs before it settled on her curls. “This is sinful.” “Exactly the way I like it.” “Oh.” Swallowing a thick lump that had formed in her throat, she offered no resistance as he lifted her and carried her to the bed. “You have excellent skills. You could easily be a valet or lady’s maid.” “I like removing clothing, not putting it on.” Flashing a charming grin, he placed a large hand on her thigh and began stroking the flesh with his fingertips. Confusing emotions swamped her. One minute, she was stealing from him and the next, she was allowing a seduction. Allowing, hell, she had instigated it. At the moment, she couldn’t understand why all women didn’t instigate seductions. “You appear to be slightly over stressed for the ah…situation.” Indication his protruding erection, she watched as it bobbed in acknowledgement. She gasped. “Do that again.” He did. Glancing down at his engorged shaft, he smiled. Rising to his feet, he turned in a slow circle, proudly displaying his body. Naked before her with his stiffly swollen staff standing erect and protruding from the patch of curly dark hair, he was a splendid specimen of manhood. Tight muscles flexed in his buttocks and his back as he moved. His shoulder and arm muscles, that had revealed his strength when easily lifting her, were covered in flesh as smooth as a 15

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baby’s bottom. She felt like sighing in awe, he was magnificent to look upon. “Stop showing off and come here,” she ordered huskily. Sinking backwards onto the bed, she held her hands up to receive him, needing him. She wanted his heat against her body. Her whole body was alive with want. “Relaxed you, didn’t it?” He gave her a devilish grin, revealing even white pearls, then slipped onto the counterpane and laid his solid warmth over her. A moan of pure pleasure was ripped from her chest as his soft skin stroked against her aching flesh. He was hot and perfect and she was consumed with the need to feel him. Running her hands over his delicious flesh, she was certain she would never get enough. His hand slid over her thigh and found her center with questing fingers. Claiming her mouth, he poured his lust into the kiss, demanding a response she was thrilled to give. Her body bowed into one long, clinched muscle as his fingers plundered between her labia lips, exploring her secrets. He found her clit with his thumb and stroked it. Feeling as though she was going to bounce and fly off the bed, she bowed from his touch, but moved only slightly as his weight held her down. Moaning into his mouth, she dug her nails into the hair covering his chest. An urgency to make him feel as wild as she felt consumed her. Rubbing her hands over his stomach and pelvis, she located his throbbing need and grasped it with her fist. His deep growl of satisfaction made her feel desirable, successful and powerful. Still, he revealed he was the one in control by thrusting his fingers into her wet sheath. Unable to manage the urgency of her body’s reaction, she bucked against his hand. It was her turn to growl and she did so, deep and harsh, pouring all her hunger into the release of 16

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emotion. Grasping his hips, she tugged at him wanting him on top of her, needing him. “No quarrel on my part.” Slipping his fingers from her, he moved on top of her body and positioned his thighs between her legs. He moved with a confidence that revealed his skill and hunger. His lust was blazing in his dark blue eyes when he met her glance. Staring at her face, he thrust into her body and stopped. Claiming her mouth, he drank her cry of pain as he forced through her maidenhead. Then he stilled, deep within her body. Breathing heavily, he held himself tense above her, his tongue thrusting hungrily into her mouth, he revealed the urgency of his emotions to her. Slowly, he withdrew and thrust forward. Never letting up on the force of his plundering kiss, he thrust into her slowly again, building her desire, igniting her passion into a flame. Her muscles clenched around him. Her hands plundered his body, feeling his heat and strength beneath her fingertips was as stimulating as what he was doing to her. Whimpering, she met his thrusts; her body needed him and the satisfaction he offered. He was the fuel on which her life force lived and she needed all of him. A coil of tension built in her body, and she couldn’t move fast enough. Panting, she flexed her body, thrusting up with her pelvis, meeting him, needing him, and suddenly, she burst. Crying out, her muscles locked down and she couldn’t move. Holding onto him, needing his support, she spiraled through the released emotions. He continued to thrust hard into her body, and her muscles quaked around his hard erection. Her body felt like the sky had opened up and dropped her through the air in a burst of stars. Thrusting, he was waiting. 17

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Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes and forced her body to start moving again. His facial muscles were tense as he watched her face. Grasping her face between his large hands, he gazed into her eyes and thrust rapidly into her body with hard strokes that touched against her womb. His eyes closed. He dropped his head, reared back, and growled like a beast. A final hard thrust was rammed into her as deeply as possible, and he froze, as though he could not move. Forcing her limp body to move, she drained the last of his seed from him. Opening his eyes, he smiled. “I am going to keep you.” Breathing harshly, his words were reassuring that she had pleased him. “I don’t think so. Slavery isn’t legal, and I enjoy my freedom.” Panting, it was difficult to talk, but she hadn’t lost her wit with her virginity. Chuckling, he rolled from her body. Gathering her into his arms, he cradled her head on his chest and stroked her as though she were an adored pet. “You can prevent me from going out anytime you wish.” “It’s not too late.” “Everything I want is right here. There is no reason to go out. Would you care for something to eat? I suddenly feel hungry.” “No,” she smiled. “But you go ahead. I just want to lie here for a minute.” Releasing her, he eased away from her body. Quickly, he tossed on his shirt. Leaving it hanging open, he thrust his legs into his breeches. “I’ll be right back.” Walking barefoot and with his shirt hanging open, he strolled to the door. 18

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As soon as the door clicked, Thurston rose and hurried to her clothing. She had to escape before he discovered her intention. Dressing quickly, she hurried to the window. Opening the panes, she crawled through and dropped to the ground. Her natural agility was a great asset in her work. Landing, she rolled onto her buttocks and rose into a hunched position. Brushing off her backside, she glanced around and determined her location. Remaining close to the bushes growing on the lawn, she hurried across the grass. It couldn’t be deemed a successful robbery. After all, she had been seen. Her only hope of not being wanted for the robbery was if sufficient time passed before he discovered the theft. Hurrying home, she kept to the shadows.

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Chapter 2 “Listen to this, dear.” Her aunt, Lady Spader, held the morning’s Gazette close to her face. She was ashamed to wear her much-needed spectacles. “Last evening, the Blood Ruby belonging to the Duke of Rutland’s family was stolen. The Marquess of Falstro has vowed to retrieve the family heirloom. Believed to be the largest perfect ruby in the world, the Marquess fears the culprit will destroy the stone by breaking it up for an easy sale. He vows, if the thief destroys the stone, he will destroy the perpetrator of the theft and his family’s lives.” “Goodness, he sounds awfully angry.” Pouring tea at the sideboard, Thurston filled her cup and then carefully replaced the pot. Her aunt nodded. “Wouldn’t you be, if a priceless, family heirloom you were responsible for was stolen from your home? Not only would you feel raped by the invasion, you would be distraught over losing something irreplaceable. I would certainly hate to be a member of that thief’s family when the marquess gets through with them.” “Indeed.” Sinking onto a chair at the table, Thurston placed her cup of morning tea on the white linen. “I wouldn’t want to be a part of that family either.” She bit her bottom lip as she considered the beautiful ruby in her possession. She had decided last evening that she could not destroy something so beautiful and perfect. Instead, she had 20

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decided to keep it as a memento. This meant she would have to go out again tonight if they were to continue eating. Sighing, she lifted her cup and sipped. “I want you to go with me to the modiste today.” Folding the paper, Lady Yvette laid it aside. “I found the most beautiful material the last time I was at the linendrapers and I want you to help me choose a design.” Another gown? How was she going to pay for it? “Just use one of the new plates. I’m certain whichever design you choose will be lovely.” “Yes, but I want to look as beautiful on the outside as I am on the inside, and I know you have the ability to choose the design that will match the material perfectly. You have a gift, my dear, and I am going to make use of it.” “Yes, Aunt Yvette.” Resigned, she sipped the hot tea. After the meal was complete, they made the trip to the modiste and picked out the pattern. During the ride home, Lady Spader insisted they stop at the home of an old friend. “Countess Wren has been feeling poorly, and I need to check on her.” “I am certain the fact that her son, Marvin, has returned from the continent has nothing to do with this sudden need to visit.” Lady Yvette’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh, has the viscount returned?” Faking innocence was not one of the countess’ accomplishments. Thurston chuckled. “You are not going to be a good matchmaker if you do not learn to lie.” **** That evening after Lady Spader had retired for the night, Thurston changed into her brother’s clothes. The black clothing provided extra concealment and the breeches 21

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allowed ease of movement. Using the backstairs, she stayed in the shadows and slipped from the house without being seen. Running across the lawn, she met Julius in the stable. He had her horse ready with her brother’s saddle. A sidesaddle would be a hindrance, should she be forced to run for her life. Placing her foot in the stirrup, she swung her body up and over the saddle. “You will be careful, Miss Dayle? Don’t take no chances, if you see or hear anyone, you forget about valuables and leave immediately.” “I will be all right, Julius.” “Pass, do you hear? Your life is more important than a little blunt.” “I plan to acquire enough blunt that I won’t need to do this again for a long time.” “Fine, but you have a care.” Smiling, she wheeled her mount about and rode across the back lawn. The cool night air caressed her cheek. The scent of leather and horse sweat mixed with her rose water. Keeping to the shadows, she approached the intended victim’s home. She hadn’t thought of it as raping someone until Lady Yvette had planted the thought in her mind. How did these people feel when they discovered their funds missing? She did try to stick to the more affluent, as she did not wish to risk causing someone to be turned out of his or her home. One good take and she wouldn’t need to do this again for a year. That was always her goal. Just once, she dreamed she would find enough cash to have funds to invest. Lady Yvette believed the money she lived on was from Thurston’s wise investments. In truth, she had been studying investments to discover which were the more popular and profitable. One important thing she had discovered was that her man of affairs was a cousin of the 22

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lock. After a few minutes, the lock released, and she opened the safe. A lovely stack of pounds sat in the middle of the opening. Grasping the money, she shoved it into her bag. She closed the safe and replaced the picture over it. Hurrying across the room, she sat on the window frame, flipped her legs over it and dropped to the ground. Hiding behind the hedge, she made certain there was no one around, and then hurried across the lawn to her waiting mount. Breathing heavily from excitement and physical exertion, she dragged her body onto the saddle. The adrenaline pumping through her body made her excited. It was a shame she did not have the handsome gentleman from last night to expend her energy upon. “Thurston, you are a decadent wanton.” Shoving the gorgeous man from her thoughts, she turned her mount and rode home. Leaving the mount with Julius, she hurried to the house. After letting herself in through the back door, she used the servant’s stairs to reach her room. Pulling the money from the pouch, she sat on her bed and counted. “Two hundred pounds.” It would last them a while, but it was not a grand sum. “Certainly not enough to invest.” Resigned to the knowledge she would have to steal again, she hid the money in her reticule. In the morning, she would place it in the safe. Sitting at her dressing table, she opened a secret door in the table and removed the Blood Ruby. Holding it before the oil lamp, she admired its beauty. It wasn’t her stone. She needed to return it, but that was impossible, so what was she to do with it? Opening her locket, she searched her chamber for an object to bend the silver. Using the heel of a boot and a candlestick, she beat the silver and bent it into a hollowed-out piece of jewelry. She checked the clasp to 24

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ensure it was working properly. Once she was confident, she placed the ruby inside and closed the clasp. Holding the locket by the chain, she placed it around her neck. The long chain dangled, and pulled straight by the weight of the locket, it fell between her breasts. This was the last place anyone would think to look. Pleased, she stroked the locket and smiled as she strolled to her bedchamber. As long as she had the memento, she would remember the night of lust she had shared with the Marquess of Falstro. It was a once-in-alifetime experience. She was a baron’s daughter and the marquess moved in the highest circle of society. He wouldn’t give a poor baron’s daughter a second thought, as she was beneath him socially. Lying on the bed, she touched the locket. Warmed from her flesh, she rubbed it and dreamed of the golden man. Dropping the locket, she moved her hand to her breast. Wiggling the nipple beneath the tip of a finger, she pretended it was Herman touching her. Longing for his male member filling her sheath, she moaned in regret. She would never do that again, of course. It was not acceptable behavior for a young lady. If Lady Yvette ever discovered what she had done, she would be so put to shame, she would make them leave town and hide out in disgrace.

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Chapter 3 Herman knew she was out there somewhere, and he was determined to find her. He hadn’t given her description to the sheriff. Instead, he had called in a Bow Street runner to search for his runaway thief. He didn’t care how long it took, he was going to find her and retrieve his ruby. Once he had it, he was going to tie her to his bed and let her repay him for the cost of finding her. “God’s teeth, just thinking of her makes me hard.” He rubbed his swollen shaft. “Soon,” he promised himself. He closed his coat so it concealed his randy body, and quit his townhouse. Climbing into his landau, he took up the reins and arranged them in his gloved fingers, then set his team into motion with a flick. Rolling along the cobbled street, he nodded to the people he passed. Stopping the horse before the Dowager Spader’s townhouse, he passed the reins to his groom. Stepping down, he strolled across the lawn to the entrance. Admitted by the hall porter, he was shown into the parlor and told to wait. He waited before the windows, gazing out over the garden. Spotting a young lady in yellow with a straw bonnet strolling through the roses, his gaze scanned over her narrow waist, full bosom and upswept hair, then shifted away. He wasn’t interested in a debutant searching for a husband. All he could think about at present was his little thief. He wanted her wild in his arms again. 26

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The next minute, he wanted his hands around her throat for stealing from him. It was his fault for not searching her. Entering the library, he had been instantly suspicious of the young lady dressed as a boy. Then she had turned on the heat and he had wanted to believe her tale. It had made him feel like a love-god to think he enticed her so much, she had become desperate to be with him. Fool that he was, he should have realized that for her to be enamored with him, she must have watched him at a ball or soirée. She was probably a servant. It was doubtful a thief would be moving in his social circle. The next time he got his hands on her, he was going to spank that pretty little ass. The door opened and Lady Spader strolled in. He sketched a deep bow, and then accepted her gloved hand for a kiss. “It is lovely of you to visit an old woman. How does your family fare?” “Mother is well, and she sends her best. Grandfather is in Scotland. His cousin is dying and he has gone to be with him.” “How sad. Do sit and visit with me for a spell.” “I wish I had time, but I fear I have an appointment. Mother wished for me to stop by to inquire after your health. She feared you would not be able to make it to the party, as she hasn’t received an acceptance of her invitation from you.” “Oh, dear, I must have lost the card. Yes, I did receive your invitation. And we will be there, if you do not mind my niece joining us. She is staying with me until she weds.” “I am certain if she is a member of your family, she is worth meeting. Please do bring her along. I hate to rush, but I really must not keep the lady waiting.” 27

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Countess Spader watched him with a serious expression. “Never would I wish to be the reason you were late for an appointment with a lady. Some young women tend to easily take offense. I am pleased my niece doesn’t have that tenacious inclination. Please send my greeting to your mother.” Stepping forward, he kissed the countess’ gloved hand and started toward the door. Lady Spader was matchmaking for a relative again. He would need to be careful around her and her niece. Pausing in the hall, he accepted his hat and coat from the hall porter. “James,” a young woman’s voice called. He glanced over his shoulder as he reached the door and spotted the young woman from the garden. As she hadn’t called to him, he would make his escape before forced to meet her. The night of the party would be soon enough to need excuses to escape her. Sparing her only a fleeting glance, he stepped through the door as soon as the servant opened it. **** On Thursday evening, Thurston joined Lady Yvette in the entrance hall in a pink velvet gown. The only thing she hated more than the low necklines, was being forced to wear nothing but a chemise beneath her gown to prevent distorting its sleek lines. Tonight, she had chosen to wear her hair down with silver combs holding the sides back behind her ears. “Come along, dear, the Dowager Countess is waiting.” Lady Yvette was elegant in black chiffon. “I’m coming.” Working white satin gloves over her hands, she paused while James draped her cloak over her shoulders, and then continued. Lady Yvette walked out the 28

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door before her and was stepping into the coach by the time she arrived. With Julius’ assistance, she stepped into the coach and settled on the seat facing her aunt. “Please tell me you will not embarrass me by pushing me onto people. If a gentleman wishes to dance, he will ask.” “Very well,” Lady Yvette didn’t look happy, but she agreed. “If you will promise to be polite to everyone.” “I vow you will not be able to find fault with my manners.” “Then we are agreed.” They arrived at the corner of Governor’s Square and alighted from the coach onto the fog-shrouded lawn. Lady Yvette moaned. “At least it’s not raining,” Thurston said, encouragingly. Pasting a smile on her face, she tipped her head. “Shall we charm the Ton?” Pleased, her aunt smiled and climbed the steps. Lady Yvette greeted the footman by name and allowed him to take her wrap. Removing her cloak, Thurston passed it to the servant and followed her aunt to the receiving line. Talking quietly with her aunt, she glanced up when they neared the front of the line. Her breath stopped and her eyes widened with recognition. He was watching her with an amused expression on his handsome face. God’s Blood. He was her host! Dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement of her regard, he then returned his attention to the couple before him. Thurston stepped behind Lady Yvette, and she allowed her aunt to advance, while she hung back. “Good evening, Lord Falstro. Allow me to introduce my niece, the Honorable Miss Thurston Dayle.” Holding 29

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her hand raised, Lady Yvette turned to the side to find an absent Thurston. Twisting, Lady Yvette found Thurston standing back from their hosts. “Thurston?” Forced by propriety, Thurston stepped forward. “Lord Falstro.” Dipping into a curtsy, she tensed in preparation of hurrying her aunt forward—or running out the door, if she was charged as a thief. An image of his head approaching to kiss her lips flashed in her mind’s eye. Raising his hand, he waited for her to place her gloved hand on his. There was nothing else she could do and not be rude. She placed her hand in his large palm. Her fingers quivered on his white glove before his large ones closed over them. Tingling heat sizzled up her arm and her hand jumped inside his grasp. A lifting at the corners of his lips as he raised her fingers to them spoke volumes. He knew he had her. He knew her address and name. She was going to prison. She didn’t believe he would call the night watch and disturb his party. Tomorrow would be soon enough to send the sheriff to fetch her. Pressing a kiss to her knuckles, she felt the heat of his lips through the material. Squeezing her hand, he gazed into her eyes. “Will you save a dance for me? I should be through here by the fourth dance.” Flicking a glance to her aunt for assistance, Lady Yvette frowned and dipped her head to the side signaling that she must respond to the Marquess of Falstro. Forcing a smile, Thurston tugged her fingers from his grasp. “I wouldn’t deny myself the pleasure, Lord Falstro.” Stepping away, she grasped her aunt’s hand and led the older woman into the parlor. She lifted a glass of wine from a passing waiter, and sipped while Lady Yvette talked with her friends. 30

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She would have stood at the refreshment table and drank the whole evening had she not promised Lady Yvette to be polite to everyone. With a serene expression, she acknowledged the people that spoke to her. Answering politely and conversing with only half her attention, she wondered what prison would be like. It wasn’t difficult keeping up with the conversation. Much the same was said to each person in turn. Accepting the first dance with Viscount Tulley, she allowed him to escort her to the dance floor. A gangly young man, she fleetingly wondered if he could control his legs while dancing. She was not to discover, as they would be dancing the quadrille. It was the usual slow dance designed for socializing. Taking up position in the group of dancers, they stepped off with the music. The slow steps made it possible to talk to those around them as well as each other. As they moved through the steps, he spoke softly of his expectations for the season. Lord Tulley was seeking a wife, and he made it clear that his interest could be engaged if she wished. Remaining polite as she had promised, Thurston ignored his broad hints. She had more pressing problems than seeking a courtship this season. Her parents had traveled to Venice two years past and caught a lung fever and died. Living with her aunt had been pleasant, until she had discovered Lady Yvette had no head for finances and was headed for ruin. She had assumed the task of restoring Lady Yvette’s fortune at her aunt’s request. As far as Lady Yvette was concerned, Thurston had achieved her goal. Her aunt lived in luxury, totally unconcerned with financial matters, leaving Thurston the freedom necessary to fulfill her task. What would happen to Lady Yvette once she went to prison? If only she had made 31

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Lady Yvette’s finances liquid before being caught, it would have been worth it, but she had failed. After the dance, they strolled around the room speaking with those they passed. Viscount Tulley stayed with her for the full circle of the room before leaving her with the second dance partner. Lord Brille was her aunt’s age and had never married. While he escorted her onto the dance floor, she made a casual comment of how well her aunt appeared in her gown of choice for the affair. She passed on the third dance, using the excuse of needing some refreshment. Once the gentleman had fetched a glass of chilled wine, she politely excused him to find a dance partner. “I was just about to step onto the balcony for a breath of air. The air is sweet from perfume,” her aunt said. “Lead the way, and I shall be right behind you.” Relieved, she followed Lady Yvette across the room to the French doors. Wrapping her hand around a chilled glass of wine, she nodded politely to the people she passed. Heavily perfumed bodies surrounded her. Being of average height, she could not see over the heads of the gentlemen surrounding her location. Squeezing her way between bodies, she held the glass close to her chest to prevent spillage. The moisture on its side revealed that the wine had indeed been chilled before it had been poured. When she stepped into the cool night air, she inhaled deeply. “I would love to fetch my cloak and remain out here for the rest of the evening.” Lifting wet fingers from the glass, she rubbed them against the side of her throat to cool her blood. “Hmm, it does seem as though it would be pleasant. However, I suspect after a short time, the damp air would begin to chill the bones.” 32

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“How ironic, we would be dying from fresh air.” Thurston’s attempt at gaiety fell flat. “Are you all right, dear?” Looking at her with a concerned expression, Lady Yvette made her feel guilty. “I’m well, just a touch of melancholia.” “I trust you are not taking ill, my dear. It would be most unfortunate to spend the season in bed recovering from a brain fever.” When Herman approached, she sensed him before she could see him. Lady Yvette looked in his direction and she knew it was Falstro by her aunt’s pleased expression. A natural born matchmaker, Lady Yvette wasn’t bashful about her attempts. Pressing a hand to her fluttering stomach, she felt excitement mingled with fear. Her muscles tensed and her breathing became labored. With her next breath, she inhaled his masculine scent, so heady and tantalizing. The muscles in her shoulders were so tight, they felt as though they should be drawn up to her neck. Warm breath feathered across her cheek before she relented and turned to face him. The strong column of his neck, then his chin, then those titillating masculine lips filled her view. Swallowing, she licked her lips, remembering how they had drugged her and made her forget everything else. “My dance, I believe.” The deep timber of his voice was a siren’s call, tempting her to her death. Lifting her gaze, she met his smiling eyes. He was so pleased with himself, his smugness was obvious. Forcing a smile to her lips, she stepped back from his close proximity. “Good evening, my Lord. I am pleased to have been invited to your gathering,” she lied. His lips twitched. He knew he held her future in his hands, and he was playing with her like a cat does a rat. 33

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“It was my pleasure to have you.” His smiling gaze dipped down to her breasts and lingered before returning to her face. His double meaning was not lost on her quick wit. “And my pleasure to come.” Arching a meaningful eyebrow, she turned to her aunt. “If you will forgive me, my aunt wishes to play a few hands at the card tables.” “Oh, it isn’t necessary for you to accompany me, my dear. Run along and dance with the marquess.” He presented his arm, and she allowed him to lead her away. “You weren’t trying to avoid me, my dear?” “Certainly not.” She glanced at the people they passed, hoping someone would stop their progress to the floor. Instead, the crowd parted, allowing them easy access to the dance floor. He turned her to position, and suddenly, she knew it would be a waltz. Her eyes lifted to his, and he smiled. “You do know how to waltz, lady thief?” “I would hate to insult you at your own party, my Lord, but you seem to have mistaken me for someone else.” “I don’t think so. You have my jewel, and I want it back.” The music began and they began moving around the floor in time with the beat. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Will your aunt? Perhaps I should have both of you arrested and your home searched.” Her chin lifted a notch. “You shall do as you please. However, you shall only embarrass my aunt and yourself as no stone of yours shall be found in our home.” “Ah, you have sold it then. To whom?” Maintaining a pleasant expression, his deep voice demanded a response. Her eyebrow arched. “I have sold nothing.” 34

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His mouth tightened. “If you consider it your payment for an evening of pleasure, you must remember that you ran away before morning arrived. You haven’t earned ownership, as yet. However, I am willing to come to an arrangement.” Heart leaping in her chest, she had no trouble understanding what arrangement he had in mind. “If you are offering me a position, I am not seeking employment.” “I wasn’t and well you know it. Ready to slip out?” Before she knew what he was doing, he swept her into a turn and out the side door to a patio. Then he was pulling her into the shadows. “What are you doing? People will notice!” “Who will notice? Your aunt is playing whist. No one else knows you well enough to be concerned with your location or actions.” “Being a member of the peerage does not give you the authority to do as you wish.” “Unfortunately for you, it does.” Pulling her firmly against his body, he dropped his head and claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss. Touching him, kissing him, was as wonderful as she remembered. With the touch of his lips, she was once more inflamed with desire for his possession. Running her hands over his strong form, she indulged herself in the sensual feeling of his mouth. The soft caresses, the hard plundering of his mouth filled her with a demanding need that pulsed through her body and her blood. “Damn, woman.” He spoke against her mouth, holding her hips and grinding his engorged erection against her. Stepping forward, he backed her against the corner, behind a hedge. His mouth devoured hers with hungry desire, and his hands moved over her as though he were feeling the 35

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same urgency she was experiencing. No portion of her body was unexplored after only a few minutes. Welcoming his touch, she pulled away from his lips. Panting, she leaned her head back against the wall and glanced over his shoulder. They were only a few feet from the patio door. The music spilled through the doorway, the candlelight on the patio had shadows moving in it as people walked past the balcony. Kissing the exposed flesh on her shoulder, she felt Herman’s hands wiggling at her thighs. “What are you doing?” Whispering, she felt cool air touch her calves and looked down. Lifting her gown in front between their bodies, his fingers found her thigh. But he didn’t stop; he lifted both gown and chemise up her thighs. “What?” “I am going to make love to you.” “You fool; we are but feet from the door.” “Then I recommend you keep silent.” Claiming her mouth, he slid his hand between her thighs and covered her mound. His knee nudged, helping spread her thighs, while his fingers found her aching clit. Gasping into his mouth, she groaned softly as he pressed against the nub and rubbed hard with his thumb, while his fingers probed her slit. “You are wet for me. Ready for me.” “Not here.” Where could they go for privacy in this house filled with guests? Silencing her with his mouth, he proceeded to prove his power over her senses. Plundering her mouth, he placed her hand over his hard member and moved it up and down the hard shaft. It felt like silk over steel. His fingers working her nub, she was at the mercy of her lust. There was nothing she could do but grant his every desire. His hip movements rocked his hand against her 36

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pelvis, while his fingers stroked her swollen clit and probed her opening. Groaning into his mouth, she willing helped by spreading her legs wider as he made love to her with his hand. Rocking against his hand in eager thrusts, she was lost to everything surrounding them. The world had shrunk down to the area where they were standing and contained only the two of them. Shaking with tension, her body burst and throbbed around his fingers, her juices covering them. Trembling with aftershocks, she lay back against the wall in willing submission. His hard shaft thrusting into her clenched palm, he finally grunted and she felt his seed spill into her hand. Dropping his head to her shoulder, he panted, his weight pressing her against the wall. “Herman, anyone could have come upon us,” she scolded, panting. “You are a hot little thing.” Lifting his head, he slid down her body and dipped his tongue between her labia, the hot tip stroked over her sensitized nub. “Not here.” Pushing against the top of his head, she tried to free her gown from his grasp. Refusing to budge, his arms circled her thighs and held her in place. His tongue overwhelmed her clit, sending her into another shattering climax. Quivering, she sank to the ground, unable to hold her weight with her weak knees. Circling her neck, he held her against his shoulder. “I think we shall finish this conversation tomorrow.” Shaking her head, she lifted away from him. “There is nothing to discuss.” “I don’t recall saying the word discuss. I agree, there is nothing to discuss.” Rising, he helped her to her feet, then leaned around her and dusted the back of her skirt. “I don’t think there will be any stains. Come, we shall walk into the 37

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light and discover if we must hide you while I send for your carriage.” “Lady Yvette is going to be furious with me.” “Don’t worry. Leave it to me. I know what to do.” Taking her hand, he led her into the light on the patio. “Walk ahead.” He stopped at the edge of the light. “Turn,” he instructed as she strolled forward. On shaking legs, she passed through the light flowing through the French doors. Clenching her hands before her stomach, she wondered how he managed to get her to willingly comply with his wishes. “I see no stains.” Walking up behind her, he circled her form at a respectable distance. “But the front of your gown is crumpled. “Oh, dear.” “I will fetch your carriage and your aunt. I will tell her that you have taken a spill in the garden. Go around the house to the left, it will take you around front. Wait in the shadows until your coach arrives.” “I really hate you.” “I shall remember that each time you shatter in my arms.” “There will be no next time.” Grasping her shoulders, he planted a deep, penetrating kiss on her lips. Then he was gone. “Shite.” They had been standing in the light before the French doors when he had kissed her. Had anyone seem them? If they had, there would be a quite a bit of speculation over her disappearance. “God’s blood,” speaking under her breath, she slipped into the shadows and rounded the side of the house. When the coach arrived, she hurried forward. 38

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“Julius…” Calling softly to her driver, she hurried toward the coach. Spotting her, Julius hurried to the edge of the seat and dropped down the side of the coach. He helped her inside. “What happened, Miss?” “I fell in the garden and spoiled my gown.” Sliding onto the seat, she glanced out the window looking for her aunt. The Marquess of Falstro appeared in the entrance of the townhouse. On his arm, Lady Yvette’s hand was nestled as she smiled up at him. Sitting back abruptly against the squabs, she fisted her hands in her lap. Not wanting to see him so soon after what they had done in the garden, she kept her eyes straight ahead as her aunt stepped into the carriage. “Thank you so much for you assistance, Lord Falstro,” Lady Yvette was gushing. It would soon be over and they would be away. Breathing a sigh of relief, her head snapped around when the couch rocked as someone else climbed inside. Herman appeared in the doorway. “What are you doing, Falstro?” she whispered urgently. If he departed with them, everyone would assume he was having an affair with Lady Yvette. “You will ruin my aunt’s reputation.” “Nonsense, my dear, only a fool would think the Marquess would be interested in an old woman. Especially when you are here as our chaperone.” Lady Yvette chuckled. “A host should remain at his party,” she insisted. “Actually, it is my mother’s party. This is not my home.” He settled on the seat at her side. “The Marquess has graciously consented to escort us home,” her aunt added, turning to Herman, “A shame the 39

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Duke wasn’t able to attend. I trust his health is not failing?” Her aunt had a tendre for the Duke of Rutland. Although she would never reveal this to anyone, she wondered if it was as obvious to Falstro as it was to her. “I believe my grandfather will outlive us all.” Herman satisfied her aunt’s need for information. Lady Yvette chuckled. “Excellent. You will tell the dear fellow I was asking for him.” “If you wish. However, you and Miss Dayle could accompany me to his home. I am going for the weekend.” “Why, thank you. I should like to visit, if you do not believe your grandfather will object?” “I am certain he would be delighted. Not many visit him in the country.” “Then we shall be happy to attend,” Lady Yvette accepted for Thurston. Thurston snapped her mouth closed. A weekend under the same roof with Herman? Out of the question. She would simply become too ill to travel. “Excellent. Will you be able to leave around noon tomorrow?” “Indeed. We shall be ready.” The coach stopped and Herman jumped down. He assisted Lady Yvette from the coach, and then reached for Thurston’s hand. Her insides quivering, she held out her hand. His touch sent a jolt through her arm and it hit her heart as longing. Damn, what is it about this man that affects me so? “Do come in for a drink, Lord Falstro,” Lady Yvette offered. “Another time. I shall return to the party to save your reputation.” Flashing an easy smile, he climbed back into the coach. 40

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Lifting her gown, Thurston climbed the steps behind her aunt, only now with the cool air touching her arms did she remember her cloak. “I must send someone around to fetch my cloak in the morning.” “The marquess will bring it in the morning. He didn’t want me to fetch it and draw attention to the fact that you were not inside.” “How thoughtful,” she said dryly, as she stepped into the entrance hall. “Yes, it was. A glass of sherry?” “No, thank you. I am fatigued and prefer to retire.” Thurston climbed the staircase to the upper landing and walked to her room. She was furious with Herman for inviting them for the weekend. Did he honestly think she would merely fall in with his plans and allow herself to be manipulated? Well, it would be no problem. She would simply be sick in the morning. Moving to her dressing table, she reached for the combs in her hair. Her hands froze and the air locked in her lungs as she stared at her naked chest in the mirror. The exposed skin was nothing short of scandalous, but she was growing accustomed to that. The exposed skin wasn’t the problem. Her locket was gone. Her hand covered her chest where the locket had rested against her skin. Stunned, she could not believe her bad luck. It had to have fallen off at the party. Well, he has his precious stone back. Once the servants find the locket, they will open it and discover the stone. They will be too frightened to keep it, after all the publicity it has received in the Penny Paper and Gazette. Hoping for a reward, the servants will return the Blood Ruby to its rightful owner. 41

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Perhaps, he will loose his interest now. He may even find an excuse to cancel the outing. Simmering with anger, Thurston bathed and prepared for bed. The following morning, she searched the papers for news of the found stone. There was nothing. After eating, she went to the morning room to attend to the morning mail. An hour later, she was in the parlor, anxiously waiting for the marquess to send his regrets. “Miss Dayle, I have your trunk packed for the weekend. I have asked Julius to bring it down,” her abigail said from the doorway. Turning back to the window, Thurston responded in a tired tone, “Thank you, Lensee. Did I hear someone at the door a few moments ago?” “Yes, Miss, I believe it was a messenger from Lord Falstro’s household.” Thurston’s eyebrow lifted as her head swiveled around. “Indeed. Is anything wrong?” “I wouldn’t know, Miss.” “Thank you, Lensee.” She promptly forgot the maid as she returned her gaze to the window. The sound of the door clicking against the frame was a sign she was now alone in the parlor. Laying her forehead against the glass, she closed her eyes and released a sigh of relief. The stone had been found. Regretfully, she would be unable to claim her locket. With it beaten out of shape, it was of little use to her now, anyway. The return of his ruby was the conclusion of their brief association. A gentleman in his position would have no desire to socialize with a common thief. She couldn’t imagine how poorly he thought of her, but she was certain she ranked down at the bottom with 42

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Napoleon Bonaparte. It was for the best that they not meet again. Falstro affected her morals, as a flame would melt away wax. Once he touched her, there was nothing left of her morals. Weakening and then melting in his arms, she would be better off to stay far, far away from the marquess. She would like to pretend that if she had known who he was, she would have been wiser in her behavior. His powerful presence and seductive aura had been all that was necessary to melt her resistance to his handsome face and body. Over the years, Thurston had learned that gentlemen who wished to court her were after sexual fulfillment. Her beauty had been a temptation, but her lack of dowry had been enough to turn their minds from marriage to carnal lust. She had guarded her virginity as any young lady would, until Falstro. “Thurston?” Lady Yvette called from the hall. “Here.” Turning, she walked to the doorway. Her aunt appeared in the opening before she arrived. “There you are, dear. Come, it is time to go.” “Go?” Eyebrows arching, she was taken by surprise. “But…” “Lord Falstro has arrived. He sent word around that he was able to depart earlier, if we were ready.” About to tell her aunt that she was feeling poorly, Thurston paused as Falstro appeared in the doorway. His watch fob dangling from his hand, only it wasn’t a watch— it was her locket. Suddenly, she remembered Falstro lying on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her and his hands had caressed the back of her neck. She hadn’t dropped her locket at the party; he had taken it from her. He had tricked 43

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her and, if she could find a way, she would search through his belongings and take the stone back. Walking to the doorway, she passed through beside her aunt and snatched at the locket. Quickly enclosing the locket within his fingers, he prevented Thurston from claiming her property. He must know the stone was inside. “I am pleased to be acquainted with two lovely ladies who do not keep a man waiting.” He placed the locket inside his waistcoat pocket. She couldn’t demand its return. If he chose to speak to her aunt and expose her, there was nothing she could do. The only thing she could do was pacify him until he decided to ruin her. She also needed to get him out of her life, before she committed her next robbery. He presented too much danger to her and her remaining family. If only she could tell her aunt what difficulties her irresponsible spending was causing Thurston. If only Thurston knew why Lady Yvette was doing this to her. Was Lady Spader playing matchmaker, or was she unknowingly placing Thurston in danger because she wanted to be closer to the Duke of Rutland? Thurston assumed Lady Yvette wished to use any excuse to be closer to the duke. If using her niece achieved her objective, Lady Yvette would, as long as she didn’t realize she was placing Thurston in danger.

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Chapter 4 A silver crest on the door glinted in the one ray of sunshine that peeked through the clouds. Strolling slowly behind Lady Yvette and Herman, Thurston felt like the clouds were going to fall down on her head at any moment. Standing to the side, she waited while Lady Yvette entered the landau, then he turned back to her. Holding out her hand, she hesitated over stepping forward and laying it upon his. She didn’t want to touch him. Not wanting to feel the jolt of recognition and longing that sang through her flesh with every touch of his hand, she pulled her own back. Grasping her skirt in her fist, she stepped forward. Silently, she cursed as he continued to extend his hand toward her. Her breathing hitched in her lungs. The pounding in her ears increased to a roar. Glancing inside the coach, she saw her aunt lean forward and look out at her with a puzzled expression. Stopping at his side, she dropped her skirt and lifted her hand. Instead of taking it, he continued to wait for her to make contact. Hovering over his hand, her fingers trembled. Hesitating a moment longer, she waited for him to take charge and give her no option. Glancing down at her hovering, shaking fingers, he then lifted his eyes up to her heaving chest, onward to her lightly parted lips, and then met her gaze with an inquiring expression. His eyes glinted with secret knowledge. 45

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Trembling, she lowered her hand onto his palm, and his fingers wrapped possessively around hers. A jolt raced up her arm and lanced through her chest, then pierced her heart and continued through her stomach and settled in her sensual center. Her muscles jumped and a mild groan rumbled in her throat. “Is something wrong, dear?” Lady Yvette queried. His fingers squeezed her hand gently as he assisted her into the coach. “No, Aunt, I am fine.” “But you moaned, dear.” Flicking a glance up at Herman as he dipped his head slightly, Thurston said, “I hadn’t realized I made any sound. I felt a twinge from a sharp rock. It was nothing.” Moving inside, she settled on the seat beside Lady Yvette. Catching her breath, Thurston arranged her gown and cloak around her legs. Her gaze downward, she saw his legs move in front of her as he settled on the seat opposite, and she knew he was going to torture her all the way to his grandfather’s estate. Turning away, she looked out the window as the scenery rolled by. There wasn’t anything to look at other than the brownstones of London and an occasional person on the street. Because of the cold weather, few people were about. Herman and Lady Yvette talked in suppressed tones for several minutes before Lady Yvette forced her to join the conversation by asking the question, “Did you know the Marquess looks like his grandfather did at his age? Thurston?” “I have never met the duke.” Thurston didn’t want to look at him, but his relaxed frame came into view as she turned. Dressed in a navy velvet riding coat and black satin waistcoat, he made her mouth dry. His open coat revealed 46

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the solid trunk of his frame, reminding her of the night they met. Memories of the touch of his hot hands and the feel of his warm, smooth lips, caused a deep longing for him to grow within her. It was ironic that she would long for something she could not have, just as Lady Yvette was longing for the duke to pay her attention. Falstro’s smooth gaze slid from Lady Spader to Miss Dayle and back to her aunt. He did it so casually, it looked unintentional. “My family fought the invasions in the past, and they will continue to do so in future. I resigned my commission when my father died. I was the last in our line and I must produce an heir before I get myself killed.” Falstro was telling Lady Spader, when Thurston began listening to their conversation. “It is a sad goal to live only to produce the next generation,” Thurston spoke without thinking. “Indeed. However, I did not say it was my only goal in life. I would like to have a pleasant wife and home before producing an heir.” “I think it is a wonderful idea. A mature man gets tired of spending all of his time playing games. Having your family around you fills your life with joy.” Lady Yvette smiled. It was easy for Thurston to know what her aunt had in mind. If the marquess was looking for a wife and had invited them for the weekend, it was a natural conclusion that he might be interested in her niece as his future bride. Next, she would be thinking up ways to thrust them together. Sighing heavily, Thurston turned her gaze to the view beyond the coach window. Not that she objected to the view sitting across the aisle. The marquess could have 47

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“Yes, Aunt, I have heard every word.” “Then you agree?” She had no idea what Lady Yvette was talking about. “Yes, if you think it would be good.” “I am certain the duke hasn’t had much entertainment of late. If he is feeling up to it, of course.” “Of course.” Glancing at Falstro, she wasn’t pleased with his smiling eyes watching her. He knew she didn’t know what they were talking about. “We wouldn’t want to tax the duke.” “I am certain he can sit up long enough to watch us dance,” Falstro enlightened her. Heat rushed into her cheeks. Dancing would require touching. Her eyes dropped to his hands lying in his lap. It would have been a relief when they reached the duke’s estate if Falstro hadn’t stepped down and held his hand out to assist her from the coach. “Aunt, you go ahead. The footman can assist me.” “Nonsense, the marquess doesn’t want to spend all his time with an old lady.” Looking at him, Thurston saw by his amused eyes that he knew what she had been attempting. Accepting her hand, he assisted her down the steps. “Chicken.” Head snapping up, she encountered his amused expression. “I am afraid I don’t know what you are talking about, my Lord.” “A liar, too.” “How dare you!” “Don’t try to pick a fight with me. Your aunt would never forgive you.” Mutinous, she clamped her lips together and strode toward the front steps. Catching up with her, his long legs carried him with ease at her side. The entrance of the castle 49

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was made of white stone. A carved archway was over the doors. A footman opened the door and, as they stepped inside, Herman placed his hand on her waist. His heat was like a ball of fire warming her back. Shrugging to the side, she moved away and out of his reach. He still held his arm out toward her, as though he were using it to include her. “Steves, this is the Honorable Miss Dayle and Countess Yvette Spader. They will be staying with us this weekend.” “The Duke of Rutland is in his private chambers,” the footman informed them. Dressed in the duke’s colors, he stood stiffly and kept his chin tucked back, causing his chin to double. It was a small room with a settee and a large hall tree for holding hats and coats. An archway opened from the entrance into a circular great hall that had the staircase leading above and halls branching east and west. The walls were paneled with white oak and the furniture was heavy. “I shall go up and announce our arrival. Steves will show you into the parlor and arrange tea. Won’t you, Steves?” Herman gazed at the hall porter with a serene smile. What was the marquess up to? “Honored to, my Lord.” The footman escorted them to the parlor. Before entering it, Thurston cast a last glance at Falstro’s receding back as he climbed the wide staircase. Even from behind, he had a masculine frame that was appealing to the eyes. They were sipping tea when Herman returned. He strode into the parlor and greeted them with a large smile. His presence charged the room with life. Silently, Thurston sighed. She was beginning to enjoy this man’s company too much. She didn’t care if he kept his old stone, but she wanted her locket. She had felt too guilty over stealing it to 50

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sell the darn thing. It had been of no practical use to her. Still she longed to have it as a memento of her first sexual experience. He had made it wonderful. She knew it was not always so with ladies. Just thinking of their time together made her sheath ache. “Grandfather will be down later.” He strolled into the room and stopped. “If you will come with me, I will show you to your rooms.” Rising, she followed Lady Yvette from the room, and Herman fell into step at her side. Entering the great hall, she glanced around the empty room. “As large as this place is, I expected to see servants all over the place.” “My grandfather keeps a small staff. He doesn’t have need of a full staff these days. I will show you around later if you wish.” “Yes, I would like that—would you, Lady Yvette?” “I have seen it all, my dear. This isn’t my first visit. But don’t worry about me. The duke and I get on quite well. We will keep each other company while you explore.” Climbing the stairs, Herman moved close to her side and massaged her buttocks. She knocked his hand away, but he kept returning it. He was aggravating her in this teasing manner, and he was smiling widely when she turned to glare at him. He persisted until they reached the landing and his hand fell away before Lady Yvette glanced back at them. “Am I to be in the chamber I normally stay in?” “You are, indeed. I have placed Miss Dayle in this first chamber. He stopped at the first door as he entered the south hall. Your aunt will be in the chamber in the middle on the right.” Lady Yvette walked down the hall and 51

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entered the door he had indicated. Arching an eyebrow, he watched her. Hesitating, Thurston lifted her eyes to his handsome face. She wanted him to kiss her, not tease her by tickling her buttocks. When he didn’t move closer, she reached for the doorknob of the bedchamber door. Her throat tightened with the awareness that they were alone. Clearing her throat, she opened the door. “I would like my locket.” Holding out her other hand, she waited. Gazing at her hand for a long moment, he finally took it in his palm and lifted it to his mouth and kissed her wrist at the pulse. “Is there nothing more I can do for you?” “You mean besides giving me my property back?” “Indeed, what can I do to please you?” “You could stop looking at me like I am your next meal. My aunt is not blind.” Dipping his head forward he gazed at her with serious eyes. “I will endeavor not to look at you with lust in the presence of your aunt.” “That was not exactly what I meant.” Holding up a finger, she attempted to explain. “I meant, I want you to stop looking at me like—” “You are babbling, my dear. After you rest, perhaps you can explain.” Turning, he walked away, went around the corner and disappeared. He left her stunned with her mouth open. Tipping her head to the side, she wondered what had happened. Shaking her head, she walked into the room. It was breathtaking. Green trimmed in gold with Queen Anne furniture. However, she was not interested in the furnishings. Herman Kensington, the Marquess of Falstro, had her 52

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confused. Why had he brought them here after he had his stone back? Was it merely because of her aunt’s friendship with his grandfather? “Of course, that has to be the reason. He has no reason to be interested in me now.” A feeling of relief washed over her. Strolling around the room, she stopped to sniff the collage of flowers. The sweet scent tickled her nose. It was pleasant, but she still recalled the scent of him filling her nostrils. His heady scent seemed to fill her and her thoughts drifted to the time she nuzzled against his warm skin. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she walked to the bed with the intention of falling upon it. But it was higher than usual, raised on a pedestal. She was forced to climb onto the high mattress. Crawling on her knees, she looked around the bed for steps. There were none. Shrugging, she fell back against the feather pillows. “Oh, this is nice.” Looking down at the foot, she realized the bed was long. “It was made for a tall person,” she reasoned. Lifting her gaze to the canopy overhead and down to the gold curtain, she marveled at the luxury a person could have in a guest chamber. “The duke must be very rich.” Finally, she relaxed and dozed for a short while. A maid entering the chamber woke her. “Oh, Miss, I am sorry. I was only coming to see if you needed anything. I knocked and I thought I heard you call for me to enter.” “Indeed. Perhaps the chamber has a ghost.” “I do beg your pardon.” “It’s all right, just don’t make a habit of entering without my permission. I don’t have any valuables with me, so there is nothing to steal.” Her brown eyes round, she shook her head with her hands clenched before her waist. “Oh no, Miss, you’ll not 53

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have a problem here. The master pays us well. We wouldn’t risk losing our positions to steal from anyone.” “I am heartily glad to hear it. I will only need you to dress my hair before we dine and draw a bath for me before I retire.” “Each night, Miss?” “Each night.” “The marquess is like that. He has this thing about being clean. I was taught it wasn’t healthy, but he is never sick that I am aware of.” “Your name?” Rubbing her brow, Thurston wanted the woman to stop rattling on. She didn’t like to listen to servant gossip. “Rose, Miss.” She bobbed a curtsey. “Is there naught I can do for you now, Miss?” “Since you are here, you can dress my hair for dinner.” Sliding from the bed, Thurston crossed to the basin and washed her face with the cold water in the pitcher. Pouring some of the cold water into a glass she drank it down quickly. Moving to the dressing table, she sat on the low stool for the servant to arrange her hair. “I don’t care if it is simple, as long as it is neat.” “Oh, I can do better than that, I am good with hair, Miss.” “As you wish.” While the girl combed and arranged her hair in curls and ribbons, she dusted her face with light power. Then she added the lightest touch of rouge to her cheeks and lips. “Shall I smooth your gowns, Miss? I will hang them, of course, and unpack the rest if you wish.” “Don’t bother with anything but the gowns. You can hang those. Are you assisting my aunt, Lady Spader, also?” 54

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“No, Miss, I am your maid. You can count on this staff, Miss. We see nothing and hear nothing.” “I assume working in a bachelor’s household, you need to have tact.” “Yes indeed. You won’t find any vicious gossip within these walls. We respect the duke and the marquess too much to give them troubles. The marquess was born in this house. Mrs. Steves was here when he was born. She is the cook and a right good one. You won’t be getting the winds here.” Closing her eyes, Thurston shook her head. “I am certain I shall appreciate her efforts.” “When you are ready for me, just ring that bell twice, and I will come running.” Finishing with her hair, the maid laid the comb aside and then reached for the perfume and sat it close to Thurston. “This is the marquess’ favorite scent, Miss.” “Thank you, but I brought my own. You may go now, Rose, I shall send for you when I am ready to retire.” Waiting until the servant was gone, she then moved to her trunk and removed the rose water from the bundle she had carefully tied in the center of the clothing. Carrying it to the table, she set it beside Herman’s favorite bottle of perfume. Lifting his bottle, she sniffed the light berry scent. Did he leave his favorite perfume so all the ladies could wear it? Did he not realize how insulting that could be? Replacing the bottle, she lifted her rose water and applied it to her earlobes. Rising, she removed her wrinkled gown and laid it aside. The stays she wore pushed her breasts up and out, while the chemise covered the dusky flesh. Once she was dressed in a new gown, she returned to the parlor where they had shared a brief tea. Her stomach 55

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was demanding food. As the tea tray was no longer present, she couldn’t steal a few bites before dinner. Inspecting the bottles on the table, she lifted and sniffed the sherry before pouring a splash into a glass. Sipping it, she strolled to the window to look out over the garden. “It is quite beautiful when everything is in bloom.” A deep male voice spoke from behind her. Turning, she faced an older gentleman with steel gray hair. His round face was smooth shaven, with wrinkles across his brow and laugh lines around his eyes. For a gentleman in his sixties, he was a handsome man. She dipped into a curtsy. “I am sorry, your Grace. I did not know anyone was in the parlor.” “I arrived a few minutes before you.” “I am the Honorable Miss Thurston Dayle, I am told you are acquainted with my aunt, Lady Yvette Spader,” she introduced herself. “Indeed. I am looking forward to seeing Lady Spader again. Charmed to meet you, Miss Dayle. I believe your father was a Baron.” She nodded. “Have you been friends with my aunt for a long time?” “Yes, in better days, we were close friends. My finances have suffered of late. If my grandson was not a fine gentleman, I would be living in the streets. I lost my home, you see, Herman took me in and gave me the use of his hosue until my death. He stays here to keep an old man company when he can.” “I am certain he wants to spend time with you. I enjoy being with my aunt.” “Excellent, then you will not mind visiting once you are wed.” 56

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“Wed?” “Wed?” Lady Yvette spoke from the doorway at the same time as she. “Who is getting wed?” Advancing into the parlor, Lady Yvette bent down and kissed the duke’s cheek. “Good day to you, your Grace.” “I was just asking your niece, if she would mind visiting after she is wed,” his grace explained. “I would be honored to visit, your Grace.” “Excellent, then it is settled.” “What is settled?” Herman asked as he strolled into the room. “Nothing.” “Thurston has agreed to visit Rutland after she is wed.” His eyebrow arched, he strode to her side. “I hadn’t realized that you were betrothed, Miss Dayle?” “I’m not.” Satisfied with her answer, he moved to the sideboard and poured himself a drink. Holding the glass, he returned to her side. “I hope you like the brandy.” “It is tasty.” “Excellent. Wait until you taste cook’s food. It will melt in your mouth.” “It certainly smells good.” “Come sit with me.” Taking her hand, Falstro guided her to the settee. Once she was seated, he sat beside her. His knee brushing her knee, he smiled at her. “We can take that tour of the castle after dinner if you wish.” “That would be lovely, if you don’t mind.” The sweet scent of his cologne filled her nose. She wanted to curl up beside him and nibble on his neck. Were they alone at this moment, she would indulge herself. “Are there ghosts in the castle?” 57

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“Heavens, child! What ever put that idea in your head? There certainly are not.” Bernard Kensington, the Duke of Rutland, rose from his chair and took Lady Spader’s hand. “It is time we retired to the dining hall.” “The lady’s maid that came to my chamber said she thought someone had answered her knock, and it wasn’t me,” Thurston explained, heat warming her cheeks. Taking her gloved hand, Herman helped her to rise, but then refused to release her hand as they strolled down the hall behind their elders. She noticed Lady Yvette was holding the duke’s hand, and she decided the older gentleman needed assistance and Herman didn’t want him to feel self-conscious. It was really too nice of Herman. If she didn’t know he was a rogue, she would think him an excellent gentleman. But she knew he slept with strange women on a whim—even a thief. Over the meal, the duke told her about the history of the castle. She tried not to watch Herman, or even look at him to often. Her eyes seemed to drift to him of their own accord. He would smile gently at her and it made her wonder what he was thinking. Was he amused by the fact could not keep her eyes from him? Was he thrilled by it? Or was he so accustomed to being admired by women that he didn’t notice anything unusual about her actions? Forcing herself to listen to the conversation and make an occasional comment, she hoped her host and aunt did not notice her distraction. When the meal ended, the duke shooed them from the room. “Go show the lady around, Herman. I am certain she prefers the company of a young buck over that of an old man.” 58

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Smiling, Herman moved to her side. Taking her hand, he led her from the room. Turning her in the opposite direction from the parlor, they started down the wide hall. A candelabra was sitting on a table in the middle of the long hallway, dimly lighting the way. “Are you a skilled guide?” “Allow me to demonstrate.” Tugging her hand, he led her to a dark gallery. “This is the family gallery. It holds portraits of many of my ancestors.” She couldn’t see the pictures, so she didn’t see the point. “I will return in the morning to see them.” “I promise most of them look best in this light.” The huskiness of his timber revealed he wasn’t interested in art. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he drew her against his side. “You must stay close so you will not get lost.” “Is there a problem of that happening here?” Sliding her arm around his waist beneath his coat, she massaged the flesh beneath the shirt where his waistcoat ended above his waistband. “Oh, indeed,” he teased. “Why, only last year a lady walked this way and we have not found her to this day.” “Please tell me you are funning.” She couldn’t help but smile. “No indeed, she refused my kisses, so I allowed her to get lost in the maze of rooms in the castle.” Drawing her closer, he dropped a kiss on her mouth. “You would never do that, would you, my lovely lady?” His eyes swept over her face and settled upon her lips. “I gather you do not fear being seen by the servants.” “I respect you enough to protect your reputation as well as your aunt’s from scandal. However, my grandfather’s servants are trustworthy. They will not breathe a word if they catch us kissing.” 59

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“Ah, my aunt, is that how you intend to blackmail me?” “Little lady, I do not need to blackmail women for their kisses. Take you, for instance. You are probably wet for me right now, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Her chuckled sounded nervous. “Yet—I haven’t agreed to anything. I only came this weekend for my aunt.” “I am glad you are so protective of your loved ones. However, it isn’t necessary. Your aunt and my grandfather have been having an affair for several years. I believe I have finally convinced him to make an honest woman of her.” “You think he is going to come up to scratch this weekend?” “Yes, and you and I are going to stay out of their way. As in meaning, we are going to give them time alone. That it benefits our needs is a bonus.” He nuzzled her ear, and her knees went weak. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” “I promised Grandfather we would leave them alone. You don’t expect me to break my word.” Backing her against the wall, he steered them behind a curtain into an alcove. “You, sir, are a scoundrel. I am not going to stand here kissing you all evening.” “You could try to find your way back to the parlor, but I advise against it. Remember the lady that was lost. Anyway, we are not going to stand here kissing all evening.” Claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss, he held her against the wall with his pelvis and thighs. Free to roam, his hands did their duty and caressed her breasts and waist. Opening her gown, he pushed it from her shoulders and kissed his way down her throat to her collarbone. He claimed her nipple and suckled through the material, 60

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A sound in the hall disturbed their concentration. Lifting his head, Herman released her and stepped back. He looked down the hall and reached out a hand for her. Tugging her gown and chemise up, she made herself presentable. Taking his hand, she allowed him to pull her into the hall. Facing the portrait on the opposite wall, he gazed up at the painting. “This was Ulysses, the second duke. He was reportedly quite a rogue.” “Is that hereditary?” she teased, and then gathered her wayward emotions in. Squeezing her hand, he guided her down the hall to the next painting. “This was Josephine, Ulysses’ wife. She had numerous affairs, and he vowed if he discovered any of his heirs were not of his seed, he would kill her.” A maid came down the hall with a stack of linen. She scurried past, as though frightened of disturbing them. “Let us go.” Tugging her in the opposite direction, he turned down a side hall, up a flight of stairs, down another hall, and then into a chamber. It was her bedchamber. Turning the lock, he faced her. “I want you out of those clothes.”

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Chapter 5 “Lord Falstro, I am not yours to command.” Thurston raised her chin. They might be in her bedchamber, but that didn’t mean she had to allow him to order her around. “You are going to be very soon. I intend to spoil you with my loving, until no other can satisfy you.” Advancing, the marquess slid her gown from her shoulders and pushed it down to reveal her breasts to his view. “If I recall, you owe me a night.” “I don’t owe you anything,” she countered, breathless. She couldn’t believe he expected to strip and love her in his grandfather’s home. She backed away from him, and he smiled. She turned to flee, and he grasped her around the waist. Nuzzling her neck, he turned her and kissed her with all the passion burning in his body. When she responded with equal hunger, his fingers moved down her spine, opening her gown. “I didn’t give you leave to undress me.” His hot breath caressed her naked shoulder. Then his lips pressed a soft kiss at the base of her neck. “Love me, Thurston. Love me with all that passion burning inside you.” Moaning, she turned, and he spread his arms, releasing his hold on her gown. It slid and pooled at her feet. She giggled. It took him only a moment to push her chemise 63

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down her hips to join it. Lifting her, he carried her to the bed. Stroking his strong neck, Thurston thrilled to have him under her fingers again. He was fully clothed, and she naked in her bedchamber in the early evening—she worried that the timing was wrong. Her aunt or his grandfather would wonder where they were. Laying her on the bed, he moved to the foot and took her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed. Releasing her ankles, he removed his cravat from his throat. Wrapping the cravat’s ends around her ankles, he tied them. “What are you doing?” Breathless with excitement, she raised up on her elbows to watch him. He tied the cravats together, leaving a loose length between them. Giggling, she waited to see what he would do next. Moving to the pillows, he removed one of the cases and slipped it over her head. “Hey.” She reached for the pillowcase, but he stayed her hands. Chuckling, he removed it. “That wasn’t a good idea. I will find something else, if you will kindly tell me where you keep your scarves.” “The little chest on the floor.” She pointed to it, sitting beside the dressing table. Moving to it, he tossed open the lid and rummaged through the chest with hurried movements, without regard to the neatness of the contents. Finding what he thought would be suitable, he returned to the bed with a red satin scarf. Smiling, he settled on the bed at her side. Leaning over her, he tied it about her eyes, being careful not to snag her hair in the knotting. Dropping a kiss upon her lips, he paused to lick them. Feathering kisses across her shoulder, 64

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he followed the soft inner side of her arm to the elbow. His mouth moved to her peaked nipple. Back arching, she moaned as his hot mouth covered her air-cooled nipple. “Don’t forget I have two,” she reminded him, breathlessly. Her hand ran through his dark hair, caressing his scalp. Abandoning her proud nipple, he moved to her other breast. His tongue flicked the nipple several times, before he sucked it in. Dragging in a deep breath, she panted the air out in slow puffs. “You are taking my breath away. It feels so strange, not being able to see. Unlike being in the dark, I know you can see me. It makes me feel wicked. Do I look wicked?” “You are lovely. Pure creamy flesh that is eager to be seduced with kisses.” He followed his words by running his slick tongue down the center of her stomach. The muscles clenched and rippled beneath his tongue. “Soft as silk against my lips and creamy as pudding against my tongue. You taste delicious, like the lightest honey. Follow my lead and just feel. You hands are free to touch me and your own body, but not the scarf. Touch yourself, if you feel the urge. I would love to see your fingers rolling and plucking at your nipples. Maybe even caressing the soft, wet flesh of your sex… Shall I proceed?” His words filled her with excitement. Would she dare be bold enough to touch herself while he watched? “All right.” Smiling, she bit her lip. He was asking her to trust him, but he wasn’t forcing her. With her hands free, she could untie herself if she wanted.

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Touching her, he nudged her with his knee. “Over please, on your hands and knees.” Rolling her onto her stomach, he instructed her to rise onto her hands and knees. “Back to the foot of the bed.” “Herman, what is this all about?” “Sex games.” Following his instructions, she backed onto his waiting finger. Pleased, she wiggled on it. Sliding it in and out slowly, he rubbed his thumb over her throbbing clit. She felt so wet, she feared she was dripping. “You are so beautiful. You cunny is as lovely as the rest of you. Even your ass is lovely.” Removing his finger, he began rubbing it around the sphincter of her anus. Startled, she crawled forward, away from his hand. Grasping the cravat between her ankles, he stopped her retreat and pulled her knees from under her. “Going somewhere,” he spoke in an amused voice. “We shall discuss your objections to me touching your ass later. I would never harm you. There is no need to run away.” “I am not your sex slave.” He moaned. “Don’t give me ideas. I would love to have you for my sex slave.” “I am here of my own free will.” “I know. I really wouldn’t have it any other way. Do you find me as irresistible as I find you?” “I suppose so. I am here, aren’t I? Tell me what you want to do to me. This is making me nervous.” “Sorry, that wasn’t my intention. I want to lift your legs over my head to give me easy access to your cunny without the bed being in my way. The cravat will hold you in place while I pleasure you.” “That doesn’t sound bad.” Her insides relaxed. 66

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“Good, here we go. Turn over.” Waiting until she was on her back, he caressed her ankles where the scarf was tied. Passing his fingers beneath, he tested the tightness and the surety of the knot. Taking her ankles, he lifted them and spread them. Pulling her toward the end of the bed, he lifted her legs high. Then she was on her back with her legs suspended in the air. “What is holding me up?” “The curtain ring holder. I was in bed one night and noticed them and the idea popped into my head, and I thought of you in this position. It has plagued my thoughts ever since. I couldn’t wait any longer to try it. This is the first time I have tried this, so I am uncertain. Is it comfortable?” “Yes, it feels odd, but I’m not uncomfortable.” “Good, I need you to slide down a little. I will help.” Grasping her hips, he pulled her down further. She felt him between her legs, spreading them as he pulled her closer to him. Hot hands slid down her thighs, first his breath, then his lips touched the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. His mouth covered her labia; hot breath warmed her and the air locked in her lungs. Then his tongue was licking and flicking over the protective lips. Although she felt parted by her position, his tongue never touched inside her cleft, almost as though he were deliberately avoiding the soft flesh of her sex. One finger, then a second, slid into her sheath. It felt so strange to be suspended there. She was at his mercy in a sense, and she felt like his sex slave for the moment. Did he feel the same? “Does it feel like…are you fantasizing I am your sex slave?” “At the moment, you are.” 67

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Husky with desire, his deep timbered voice vibrated with emotion. His seductive words inflamed her desires as much as his charged touch. Her desire escalated as his tongue thrust into her cleft. He lapped up the juices at her opening, and then continued upward to her clit. Shaking from the bombardment of sensations, she cried out softly. Pushing with her elbows, she pressed her body down to meet his probing tongue. Suckling her clit, he moved backward away from her, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. Wiggling her shoulders, she followed after his tongue. As he grasped her bum with hot fingers, shivers covered her body. Squeezing gently, he kneaded the flesh in and out. Feeling totally wicked, she raked her fingers across her nipples. He froze, and she knew he was watching her. Smiling, she plucked and rolled her nipples. She stroked them slowly. It felt different from his touch—good, yes, it was wonderful. Especially when he licked her at the same time she touched herself. “Oh, my Lord!” “Oh, yes, sweet thief. You are driving me wild with lust. I cannot wait to drive my hard cock into your soft cunny.” Suddenly, tension was spiraling in her body. She dug her fingers into the coverlet and held on. Wrapping his arm around her stomach, he pulled her closer to him, lifting her up he burrowed his tongue into her sheath, rubbing his nose against her clit as he probed and lapped her cunny until she convulsed and cried out his name. Inhaling deeply, she shivered with aftershocks, while he lowered her legs onto the bed. “Scoot back. Make room for me, my lady thief.” His hands quickly released the tie around her ankles and then he climbed onto the mattress 68

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between her legs. Without a by-your-leave, he positioned himself and thrust deep into her still quivering body. “Oh, Herman!” He filled her with intense sensations of pleasure that clenched her heart. He stretched her sensual imagination, and destroyed all her inhibitions. She met him thrust for thrust, shaking her breasts against his chest and thrilling as it increased her pleasure. His balls caressed her anus, his thigh slapped her butt cheeks, and it was perfect. He was perfect for her. Clawing at his shoulders, she wanted to hold him forever, to seal this bond between them, so he would never leave. Her demanding body wanted more and she reached for him with each thrust of his body. Crying out, she felt her climax peaking. Grasping her head, he removed the scarf and held her face between his cupped palms. “Look at me and come for me, my beautiful lady thief. Look into my eyes.” Stroking her cheeks with his thumb, their gazes locked as he thrust into her with determination to give her what she needed. Her eyes locked with his, and she gritted her teeth and screeched between them while she climaxed. Dropping his head, he kissed her deeply, then pulled away. Meeting her gaze again, his eyebrows pulled down in a painful frown as he growled deep in his throat and spilled his seed into her contracting sheath. Dark with passion, his eyes held her gaze as he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. “That...” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips between each word. “was…the…most…wonderful…sex…I…have…ever…experienced.” His shaft throbbed inside her body, and she clenched her muscles around him. “Oh, yes, do that again,” he murmured. 69

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Smiling, she did. He claimed her mouth in a deep, penetrating kiss. It felt as though he was putting a seal of approval on their joining. Rising on his elbows, he braced them on either side of her head and gazed into her eyes. His fingertips brushed her hair from her forehead, and his tongue licked the sweat from her upper lip. “I’m in love with you.” Her heart skittered. Dropping her gaze to his mouth, she licked her lips, tasting him. “You don’t need to say that because of this.” “I’m not. I want you to wear the blood ruby to show the world you are my love. I am having it made into a necklace for you to wear over your heart. Marry me? We can apply for a special license and get married by next weekend.” “Herman…” He interrupted, not giving her time to speak. “We can have a double wedding, if Lady Spader agrees to wed Grandfather. I have no doubt she will. She will be my aunt and grandmother, and your aunt and grandmother.” “Herman…” “Don’t think— just say yes. Thinking at a time like this will only get in the way. It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me now. With the attraction between us, you will learn to.” She giggled. “If you would give me a chance to speak.” He waited. She could feel the tension in his body. “Yes,” she whispered. Grabbing her, he laughed and rolled, carrying her with him until she was on his chest. Placing a hand on the back of her head, he tugged her lips down to his, kissing her deeply. 70

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Then smiling against her mouth, then kissing her deeply again. Ending the kiss, he gazed deeply into her eyes. “Let’s go tell the relatives we are getting married.” He set her aside and scooted to the edge of the bed. “I wonder if Grandfather has asked your aunt to marry him yet.” Moving to the end of the bed, he grabbed up his clothes and began putting them on. When she didn’t move, he hesitated and glanced at her. “Aren’t you coming?” “I really don’t want to move.” Rising slowly, she slid to the edge of the bed. When her feet hit the floor, her legs wobbled beneath her weight. Holding onto the bed for support, she turned to him. “My legs feel like rubber. It must be from lack of blood. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have my legs up like that.” He chuckled. “It’s from having an explosive climax. It makes the bones melt. Sit for a minute. It will pass.” Sitting on the bed, she watched him dress. He stood in front of the cheval glass and tied his cravat as expertly as his valet. After decreeing himself perfect, he helped her dress. “It is getting late. Do you suppose they are still in the parlor?” “You want to check Grandfather’s chamber first?” “No.” Laughing, he squeezed her to his side. “Come, we will find them, and disturb them if we must. Holding her against his side, they strolled from the chamber. “Does your aunt know you don’t wear a corset?” “Sometimes I do, and don’t you tell her.” Smiling, he dropped his head and stole a quick kiss. “I like that you don’t wear a corset, it makes it much easier to undress you.” 71

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“Shush. Someone may hear.” “I don’t care if the world knows; we are betrothed.” Stopping before a bedchamber door, the marquess knocked. “Grandfather, it is I,” he called. A minute passed before the duke opened the door in his nightshirt. “Herman, could this not wait until morning?” “We need to speak to both Lady Spader and Your Grace. May we come inside?” “Certainly not. Go below to the parlor, we shall be along. I will send a servant to fetch Lady Yvette.” “Certainly, we will expect you soon.” He waited until the door closed before drawing Thurston into his arms and kissing her deeply. They lost awareness of time while they enjoyed the passion that flowed between them. When the chamber door opened, Herman glanced up with hooded eyes at Lady Yvette. “Excuse us, my Lady. We meant to wait belowstairs, but we became distracted.” Shrugging a shoulder, he drew Thurston to his side. “Lady Spader, I do formally request your permission to wed your niece.” Lady Yvette, her face red from embarrassment, could not fail to notice the way Herman was holding Thurston. “I gather my niece has already agreed to this marriage.” “Yes.” Thurston nodded. A smile blossomed on Lady Yvette’s face, and she held her arms out to Thurston. “I am pleased to give my consent. In truth, I was wondering how I was going to tell you, I am soon to be married myself.” Moving into Lady Yvette’s arms, Thurston hugged her. “My very best wishes for your marriage, Aunt.”

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Chapter 6 A week later, Thurston and Lady Yvette stood by their lovers and said their wedding vows. The duke and his lady returned to his castle to live. Their marriage took the burden of providing for Lady Yvette off Thurston’s shoulders. Falstro carried Thurston to his London townhouse to consummate their marriage. Promising to depart on a wedding trip soon, he insisted he couldn’t wait and carried her straight to his bedchamber. “I want to love my lady thief.” Tossing her upon the master bed, the Blood Ruby on a chain laying on her breast was her only clothing. He proceeded to remove his clothing, while she watched with eyes dark with passion.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Belita Renn is a dedicated romantic. She lives in Georgia with her family. A collector of gargoyles, she does crafts, studies psychology, which she says goes into dry storage. A relative of actor Buster Keaton, she has written under the name Belita Keaton, and Kim Parson. A retired hairstylist and real estate agent, she writes full-time and spends most of her free time doing research and promoting her work. Visit her website to learn everything she has been up to at www.BelitaRenn.com. The main question most people want to know is why erotica? Answer. Sexual situations are a real part of life, a natural part of life, it should be included in our writing. Belita’s first Sensual Romance was released in February, 2005, but she has half a dozen under contract with various publishers including www.whiskycreekpresstorrid.com. With reviews stating she is a recommended read that reveal the quality of her writing, this author is expected to provide us with hours of pleasure. Watch for her books.

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