Tessa's Redemption

Classics Rekindled 3

Tessa’s Redemption Tessa Derbyshire believes she’s lost her soul. Alex D’Bushey seduced her two years ago, resulting in a baby that died. When she was to marry Angel LeClare, she confessed her past. He declared her ruined and cast her out. With nowhere else to go, she returned to Alex. Alex suspects she still loves Angel. He’ll do anything to keep Tessa, even share her. Angel longs to make amends to her, so they come to an uneasy agreement. Tessa is shocked by Alex’s proposal. Then Angel kisses her. She discovers tenderness in Alex and passion in Angel. But the men distrust each other. In and out of bed they fight over her. Sick and ashamed to be their plaything, she withdraws. Can Alex and Angel set aside their animosity and find a way for the three of them to be together? Or will the sins of their pasts doom them forever? Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 24,795 words

TESSA’S REDEMPTION Classics Rekindled 3

Josie Dennis

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Chapter 1 Somerset, England, 1856 Tessa Derbyshire sat at the vanity, running a brush through her long, dark curls. She wore a nightgown of the finest lawn, trimmed with lace three inches thick and tied at the bodice with satin ribbons. The room reflected back at her was as finely appointed as herself, with rich furnishings and sumptuous fabrics draping the windows and large four-poster bed. Deep burgundy, gold, and ivory made the space the prettiest she’d ever seen. A fire burned in the grate, perfect on this autumn evening and adding its golden glow to the few candles lit. A perfect place to sin. “Good evening, love,” a masculine voice said behind her. She turned, running her eyes over the fine form before her. Alex D’Bushey, her…Lover seemed too tame a word. Jailer? Seducer? Redeemer? It was true Alex was the only choice left to her. She’d made another, last spring, but that marriage had come to naught. Alex was the husband of her body, if not of her heart. She knew she should be grateful he still desired her, ruined as she was. She frowned a bit. She supposed it was fitting, since he was the one who ruined her. “Good evening, Alex,” she said.

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He smiled at her, a handsome expression that caused her heart to trip and her body to heat. He wore a dressing gown of burgundy, the color picking up the auburn lights in his thick, wavy hair. Full lips, teasing brown eyes, strong chin. He was beautiful in a blatantly sensual way. She’d never known another man intimately, and her body recognized its mate. Her pussy clenched with wanting, and she stifled a sigh. “Ah, you look incredible.” He stepped closer, proof of his arousal apparent through the fabric of his robe. “I cannot wait to have you.” She set her brush down and stood, fluffing her gown about her. Her nipples tightened as his gaze settled on her breasts. As she watched his eyes darken she reveled in the tiny bit of power she possessed. “That is a surprise, as you had me just this afternoon.” He laughed, that low, deep sound that had been her undoing two years past, and came closer. “I shall never tire of you, Tessa mine.” His. At least she was that, for now. “Take me, then.” He crossed to her and grabbed her to him, molding her body to his. She could feel every muscle in his chest, every ridge on his flat belly, every blessed inch of his rigid cock, as she rubbed wildly against him. “What you do to me.” He growled as he brought his lips to her throat. “You make me so hard when you move like that.” “I am good and ruined, Alex,” she breathed, opening the laces on her gown to bare her breasts to his questing mouth. “Why should I play the innocent?” He stilled for a moment, flicking a glance up at her face before surrendering to his feast. He sucked hard on one nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth. The pressure was exquisite, and she moaned. When he began to tease the other nipple with his strong fingers, she felt her pussy flood with juices. Alex would take her, there was no question. Either hard and fast or slow and deep, it wouldn’t matter. He’d bring her to orgasm, make her scream before losing himself inside her. She could scarcely wait.

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In a moment she was in the middle of that large bed, stripped of her fine nightgown. Alex continued to suck on her nipples, bringing his hand to her pussy and tweaking her tiny nub of pleasure. Like the wanton she was, she let her legs fall open and was amply rewarded when he buried his face between her thighs. “You’re so sweet,” he rasped, flicking his tongue over her clit. “I could eat you all night.” His tongue delved deep inside of her, and she shivered. “I would surely die if you did so,” she managed to say. He laughed again, low and rumbling, and devoured her. Bucking against his mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut as her climax built. Again and again he thrust his tongue, finally sucking on her clit. She screamed as she came, and he moved quickly to bury his cock within her. “Tessa,” he ground out, his body moving above hers. “Tessa mine.” Gripping his braced arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and met his every thrust. He let out a shout of delight and increased his motions until she couldn’t keep a thought in her head. Another climax began from the point of their contact and spreading over her in a rush. Arching sharply, she cried out. “Angel!” Alex stilled then came with a great shudder. She felt him pulse within, spilling his hot seed. In the quiet that followed she knew he stared down at her, and the import of the name she’d shouted struck her. Peeping open her eyes, she glanced up at him. His expression was dark, yet satisfaction showed in his eyes. “Alex.” “Call out for your false husband all you like, my dear.” He ground his hips against her, causing flickers of passion to settle over her. “It might be his name on your lips, but it is my cock in your pussy.” She nodded, closing her eyes. “I am sorry, Alex.” He pulled out with a grunt and rolled away from her. “It is of little consequence.” She could say nothing to that, for he was in the right. Crying over

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Angel LeClare would serve nothing. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she stroked him. He was like granite beneath her touch. “Let us sleep?” He looked over at her then shrugged as he lost his rigidity. “I find I sleep better with you beside me.” She smiled at him and they slid beneath the covers. His chest was a fitting pillow for her head, his arms all the warmth she needed. In a few moments he was asleep, as she’d expected. He did seem to take comfort in her presence as he slept, his expression easing as he slumbered. He was so very handsome, but she’d ceased looking for any familial resemblance months ago. She’d believed him a cousin two years past and had gone to his rich family to beg for work and earned herself ruination in return. Only after her aborted marriage to Angel six months ago had Alex admitted that they weren’t even distantly related. His father had simply liked the name D’Bushey, a noble-sounding version of her own surname. Everything that had happened, between her and Alex, between her and Angel, had started with a lie. At least she lived honestly now, if immorally. She saw a bit of their babe in Alex as he slept, the stubborn chin, the thatch of reddish hair. Though she’d known the child for scarcely a fortnight, she still mourned his little soul. She didn’t know if she would ever again carry a child, nor did she know if she wished to. He’d been as unwanted as Alex’s advances two years ago. But he’d been an innocent. More than she had paid for her sins. The confession of her lapse with Alex, the sad story of her baby, had separated her from her prospective husband on the eve of their wedding. It had been Alex who picked up the pieces of her ruined life and set her up as his mistress. She wouldn’t return to her family, burdened as they were with their own concerns. She had no one else and she was grateful to him. Her body wanted him, but her heart? She feared it was broken beyond repair. Tears burning her eyes, she prayed for a dreamless sleep. One free

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of memories. She scoffed. Whyever would God answer any of her prayers now? **** Alex crawled out of bed before the sun rose. True, he slept like the dead when Tessa was near, but staying that way was growing more difficult with each passing day. In the past six months since making Tessa his mistress, guilt had gnawed at him. Guilt over the lie that brought her into his life two years ago. Guilt over the sexual advances he’d selfishly made on an innocent girl. He’d never known about the child either, not of its birth or of its death, until she’d come to him after that damned Angel LeClare abandoned her. Angel LeClare, the lucky bastard who nearly had her as his wife only to throw her away. He thought she was soiled? It wasn’t her fault that she was so bloody beautiful Alex wouldn’t stop pursuing her until she at last gave in to him. She’d cried afterwards, making him feel like a reprobate for the first time in his memory. She’d stayed with him, too. In spirit, that was. It was a stroke of great fortune that brought a tearful Tessa to him last April. She was his now, and he’d be damned if he lost her again. He rubbed a hand over his face, crossing to the window to stare over the back garden of his house. It was newly purchased and newly furnished and a far cry from that mausoleum his father had insisted on buying along with the D’Bushey name. His parents were now dead and gone, and Alex had seen no reason to keep the estate and farm. No, this pretty house and its manageable grounds suited him. The last thing he needed were tenants to judge his arrangement with Tessa or spread tales in the nearby village. He turned to run his gaze over the slumbering beauty in his bed. Thick, lustrous raven hair a man could get lost in, rose-tinged skin as smooth as it looked. A body meant to tempt a man to sin even as it promised paradise. Yes, he desired her every minute of every day. It

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was more than that, however. She was inside of him now. He would do anything to keep her safe, though she would probably doubt that for the rest of her days. Not that he truly blamed her. She still loved Angel LeClare. He’d known it when he’d proposed their arrangement, and tonight’s passionate declaration confirmed it. He’d glimpsed the fair-haired saint himself just two days past in the village going about his business as if he hadn’t abandoned the sweetest creature on earth last spring. Discreet questions yielded Alex the answers he’d sought. The good people of Oake weren’t aware of Angel’s almost-marriage, but he was still tied to Tessa. If the man should decide to take up with her again, there would be nothing to stop them. Surely not her arrangement with Alex. He had to atone for what he’d done to her two years ago, true. But he wouldn’t lose her in the process. Perhaps he should have a meeting with the pious LeClare. They had a matter to settle. A matter of the utmost importance. Alex grinned in the dark. He’d never cared enough about anything to put himself to any trouble. Before Tessa, that was. Now he would willingly meet with the very man who could, with the crook of his little finger, take away the one person who mattered to him. “Not bloody likely,” he vowed softly. He and LeClare would have a talk. Perhaps come to an arrangement themselves. Alex would do anything to keep Tessa. Even if it meant sharing her with another man.

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Chapter 2 Angel LeClare walked down High Street in the village of Oake, finding nothing particularly remarkable. After the debacle of his aborted wedding to Tessa, he’d sold out the living here, given to him when he left Cambridge. He’d taken the ten thousand pounds and decided to practice law nearby. Why he’d come back to Somerset now, he could guess. Despite what Tessa had done, in his heart she was his wife. Oake was where he’d expected to set up their household, though. The pretty little vicarage here would have suited him quite well with his beautiful, chaste wife at his side. That was not to be, however. Her confession on the eve of their wedding put an end to his idyllic dream. He’d had six long months to stew over what she’d told him. Of course, he’d made his own confession that night as well. Several months earlier he’d spent four sinful days in London with a woman of questionable morals, indulging in every sexual act he’d ever heard of and some he hadn’t. Another woman had joined them one night, each taking their turns licking and sucking him, finally riding his mouth and his cock until all three of them had climaxed together. He’d left those details out of his recitation to his prospective bride, of course, in deference to her virginity and innocence. However, Tessa had been neither virginal nor innocent. No, she’d had relations with her blasted cousin and had borne his child. She was here in Somerset with him now. Living without benefit of marriage. Guilt stabbed at him. Sometimes he believed he was as selfish and sanctimonious a man as his older brothers often declared. “LeClare!” he heard a man call.

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He turned to see D’Bushey himself, strolling down the street toward him with ease as if he hadn’t spoiled the only good thing in Angel’s life. “D’Bushey,” he growled. D’Bushey stopped before him, running a gaze up and down with a curl of derision on his lips. “Angel LeClare, back in Somerset.” Angel held in his own ire. “As you see,” he said with a nod. “I heard you sold out your living.” “What concern is this to you?” he asked. D’Bushey shrugged, but Angel spied the lines of tension around his mouth. “No concern to me personally, I assure you. However, a lady of our mutual acquaintance might be distressed to know that her confessor lives so close by.” “I am not Tessa’s confessor!” Angel said. He glanced about then looked D’Bushey in the eye. “At least I am not her despoiler.” D’Bushey shot out his fist and hit Angel in the face, bloodying his nose and mouth. Pain crashed through him, but he returned a blow to the man’s midsection. “You sanctimonious piece of offal,” D’Bushey sputtered, wrapping his arms around his middle as he gasped for breath. Angel swiped at his nose with his sleeve. “You took her.” He balled up his fist to strike him again. “You seduced her.” It was what he’d wished to believe, in any event. D’Bushey straightened. “True,” he said softly. That stilled him. “What?” “She wanted none of it, LeClare,” he said. “Not really.” Angel blinked at him, then spit out some blood. “Explain.” D’Bushey shook his head. “Not here.” Angel looked about and saw that several villagers had gathered for the bit of excitement on High Street this afternoon. He spied the inn across the street and tilted his chin in that direction. “The Rooster’s Comb.” D’Bushey nodded and straightened his clothes. Fine clothes they

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were, much finer than his own. No doubt he kept Tessa in similar comfort. She was his, damn it! They settled in the dark pub of the inn, each drinking deeply of their ale before proceeding. Angel found he could wait no longer. “Explain yourself.” “I owe you no explanation, as it is clear now that you gave Tessa no leave to make one herself. I will admit that I seduced the girl. That is all.” Angel’s stomach clenched. “Your cousin. Gone to you to live on your family’s generosity.” He nodded. “Yes, well it turns out that we aren’t related in the least. One unfortunate untruth brought her to me.” “And to ruin.” D’Bushey scowled. “Save your damnation, please.” Angel pursed his lips and gave a nod. “I need to know what your intentions are,” D’Bushey went on. “My intentions? You have been living with my wife, well she almost was my wife, and you dare ask my intentions?” “Vent your spleen all you like, LeClare. You are the one who threw her away when she didn’t live up to your sainted standards.” “I…” Angel sighed. “I know.” “Well, you cannot have her now.” He blinked. “What?” “Tessa is mine, and I will fight any man who thinks to take her from me.” “Tessa is your mistress, you mean.” D’Bushey breathed in sharply. “Do not make me bloody your nose again.” Angel spread his hands. “What do you wish me to do?” “What are you feelings for her?” D’Bushey asked as if the words were bile in his mouth. “I have not forgotten her,” he admitted. D’Bushey frowned, then gave a nod. “It all but kills me to admit

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this, but I believe Tessa still fancies herself in love with you.” Something burst to life in Angel’s heart at his words. “How do you know?” “She called out your name while I was fucking her,” he spat. Angel gripped the edge of the table to keep from launching himself at him. “Watch yourself.” “Look, I want Tessa with me. But I suspect she won’t ever be happy until she resolves her feelings for you.” “For me?” Angel repeated. “The man she nearly wed,” D’Bushey grumbled. Angel thought for a long moment. Tessa loved him? Still? After what he’d done to her? “I don’t want her to resolve her feelings for me,” he said. “I want her to explore them.” “What?” “I love her, too.” Pain was clear on the other man’s face. Tessa was obviously more than a body warming his bed, then. “I won’t give her up,” D’Bushey said. “No way in hell will I give her up.” “What are we discussing, then? She loves me, yet you won’t release her? Nothing holds her to you, you know.” “I am fully aware of that.” He seemed to steel himself, then he nodded curtly. “We can share her.” Angel’s mouth fell open in shock. Amazingly something flashed in his mind, the image of the two of them taking Tessa as those women in London had done to him. The other man fucking her from behind as her lovely mouth devoured his own cock. Her delectable breasts, which he’d only glimpsed on the eve of their wedding, bared to his greedy mouth as D’Bushey ate her pussy. Tessa’s sweet cries of release as she sobbed Angel’s name. D’Bushey said she’d done so already. Was she imagining Angel as her lover even now? The temptation was almost unbearable.

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“I do not know if I can be a party to such an arrangement,” Angel said. “Well, I will do anything to keep Tessa, even if it means sharing her with another man.” Angel blinked. “You…you care for her!” “Never mind. She is mine, despite your broken betrothal. What do you say?” Angel knew he shouldn’t do this. He should send the man back to his harlot and go on with his life. But Tessa was not a harlot. She was the woman he loved once and still did. “I treated her terribly after learning of what transpired between the two of you, D’Bushey. I want to be with Tessa now. I admit it. But she will never forgive me.” “Then take what I am offering you. It is all you’ll have of her, I promise you that.” Angel searched the other man’s face, seeing both concern and sincerity. Tessa had been safe in his care these past six months. The good Lord knew Angel had done nothing to ensure that condition. Yes, this arrangement was scandalous. If it were any other woman, it would hold absolutely no appeal. But this was Tessa. “Well?” D’Bushey prodded. “What is your decision?” “I’ll do it.” “This isn’t a lark,” D’Bushey warned. “The girl is innocent in heart if not in body. If you throw in with the two of us, I won’t have you hurting her again.” “I couldn’t imagine a man more devoted to a woman.” Angel felt a smile curve his lips. “Except me, that is. She is the woman I nearly married, after all.” “Nearly, LeClare.” A clearly reluctant smile tugged at D’Bushey’s mouth. “We shall have to procure our lady’s agreement.” “How, pray, will we do that?” D’Bushey leaned closer. “Leave it to me. I know how to make the lady see matters my way.”

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Angel bristled. “There is one little matter, D’Bushey. If we embark on this course, that is.” “What matter?” “Neither of us can take her without the other present.” D’Bushey scoffed. “She lives with me, you know.” “Then you shall have a houseguest.” The other man glowered. “Fine.” He lost his scowl and winked. “Of course, undoubtedly a few days will pass before we commence.” Angel stood. “Why, I would love to stay with you,” he declared to all within hearing distance. “Tonight? That is most generous and accommodating of you.” “Son of a bitch,” D’Bushey grumbled. “Tomorrow, LeClare. Do sit down.” He held up a hand when Angel tried to object. “I shall have to let Tessa know that we are to have a houseguest.” It was Angel’s turn to give a reluctant nod. D’Bushey let out a laugh and leaned close. “Feel free to indulge your imagination tonight, however,” he whispered. “Picture whatever delights and debaucheries you can, for no doubt Tessa and I shall be indulging in all of them and more.” Struck speechless, Angel watched as D’Bushey sauntered out of the pub. “Bastard,” he growled. He could not summon true anger, however. Tomorrow he would move into their house of sin. Then tomorrow night, if D’Bushey had the sway he professed over their lady, Angel would finally have the woman he’d meant to wed. He smiled to himself. Several times, if he had his way. His cock swelled at the possibilities. No doubt D’Bushey had schooled Tessa in the sensual arts. How delightful would it be to have his pretty love perform such duties on him with the other man present? He couldn’t wait to find out. ****

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“He will be staying here, Alex?” Tessa asked, her throat tight. “Angel LeClare? My—that is, the man I almost married?” Alex arched a brow. “Do you know of another?” They’d shared a lovely meal and were now retired to their chambers. She’d changed into another fine nightgown, and Alex wore his dressing gown. The big bed they would soon share beckoned beyond the sitting area. Yet Alex seemed to exercise unaccustomed patience this evening. He poured himself a brandy and leaned back in his chair, relaxation in his stance. The flicker of unease in his brown eyes told her there was more to this tale, however. “He is back in Somerset and in need of a place to stay,” he added. “What of the vicarage?” He was silent for a moment. “So you and he had discussed your future together.” “Yes.” On the night before their wedding. “We did.” Alex pursed his lips then nodded. “It seems your saint is a tad tarnished, my sweet. He sold the living and is practicing law. Or so I’ve heard.” Tessa stilled. “Angel sold his living?” That must have happened after he’d abandoned her. “I do not know what to make of that.” “Perhaps the man is not as pious as you presumed.” “Perhaps.” She shed her slippers and sat beside Alex, tucking her feet beneath her. “I wonder if he still views me as a sinner.” Alex laughed softly. “Oh, I daresay he has altered his feelings on sin and sinning. You shall learn more about that tomorrow night, however.” She studied Alex for a moment. “He will arrive tomorrow?” “Yes.” He sipped his drink and set the glass down once more. “Tonight, however, you still belong to only me.” She blinked. “I do not understand. Does Angel think…What does he believe our arrangement is here?” She gasped. “He doesn’t know about our?”

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“Fucking?” She winced at the word then nodded. “No more lies, then? He knows all of it?” Darkness showed in his eyes, a flicker of anger as well as carnal intent. “Angel LeClare is quite clear on our arrangements, believe me.” She closed her eyes as Alex began to stroke her back. “I don’t know how I shall face him.” “You have nothing to fear.” Alex held her close. “LeClare will stay with us. That is settled.” She flinched, opening her eyes to look at him in alarm. “What he said, Alex. On the eve of our wedding. I cannot blot out the words.” “He will not accuse you of anything untoward, Tessa,” he said, shaking his head. “If he makes you feel less than the remarkable woman you are, I will send him away. You have my word.” She thought for a moment. Alex’s word. What was that worth, really? First the lies about being her cousin, then his honeyed words as he seduced her virtue away from her. Why, even his last name was a lie! “Say you believe me?” Alex asked, looking deep into her eyes. “That you trust me?” She simply nodded, unable to put her concerns into words. Alex smiled, a bright expression she seldom saw, and grabbed her to him. Immediately her body craved the pleasure he could give her. Angel would live here with them, and Alex said he knew about their sinful arrangement. Alex did not seem troubled about the possibility, and she did believe that he would come to her defense should Angel make his horrid accusations again. As Alex led her to their bed she turned her focus toward passion rather than perdition. His kisses were hard, insistent. His hands made quick work of her nightgown, and as the two of them fell into bed, she sought to put aside any misgivings about this startling new turn of events. Angel, here with them. Under the same roof where she gave

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herself to Alex, night after night. Sucking in a breath, she felt herself swell with anticipation. Like tonight. Alex turned her over, lifting her hips to align her precisely right. His rigid cock teased her from beneath, inching ever closer to her pussy. Arching, she took in all of him. Every hard inch of his shaft until he was deep inside her. Their groans echoed in the room as climax after climax crashed through her. Passion or perdition? Tonight, she chose passion.

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Chapter 3 Angel followed the stout housekeeper into the residence, looking about the space. Finely appointed, beautifully decorated. Tessa had a generous protector. “Mr. D’Bushey and the miss are in the parlor,” the housekeeper said. “Follow me.” The woman showed no derision in her expression or tone of voice, just a touch of loyalty. A reprobate like D’Bushey had probably kept several mistresses. Perhaps this woman had been with him for years. “Thank you,” he said, walking behind her. He’d kept his word, waiting until late evening to call. As D’Bushey had predicted, all last night he’d envisioned the man with Tessa. The thought of her calling out his name, not D’Bushey’s, as she came forced him to ease his aching cock. Twice. Voices reached him as he neared the parlor, his host’s deep timbre and a light feminine one he hadn’t heard in six months. His heart clenched. Tessa. The housekeeper showed him in and shut the door behind him. He turned to nod at D’Bushey. He froze as he spied Tessa. She’d grown more beautiful, though that shouldn’t have been possible. It was her remarkable looks that had first drawn him to her. Clad in rich blue velvet, trimmed in lace, she was dressed to fit her beauty. Her incredible hair was piled artfully on top of her head, glossy and thick. He’d smelled her hair once, buried his nose in the silken mass before he’d kissed her that first time. His stomach soured. And the last time. He bowed his head to them both, still unable to look away from the woman he’d almost wed.

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“Tessa,” he said softly. She rose gracefully from the settee, her hands clasped before her. He could see she wasn’t the cool goddess she appeared. Her knuckles showed white. “Angel.” Her voice was soft and hesitant. He rushed to her, taking one of her hands in his. “I’ve missed you, love.” D’Bushey snorted, coming to his feet. “No doubt.” Tessa stared up at Angel, her blue eyes dark. What was she thinking? Had D’Bushey truly told her what they would be about this evening? “Welcome,” she said. She withdrew from his grasp. “We have eaten, but can I get something for you?” “No, thank you. I ate in the village.” He waved her back to her seat. “I trust D’Bushey told you of his plans?” Tessa looked at her lover, apparently seeking clarification. “Alex?” “LeClare will live here with us, Tessa,” he told her. “In every way.” Her lovely mouth gaped open as the import of his words settled on her. “You cannot mean…” D’Bushey nodded, sitting close to her. “Do you trust me?” Angel watched as Tessa considered his question. Her throat worked and she clutched his hand. “Y–Yes.” Something inside him twisted as he saw the connection between them. He was her intended, damn it. Not D’Bushey! “See here,” Angel began. “If Tessa does not wish to…” He couldn’t bring himself to say what he and the other man had discussed. “It should be her decision.” She looked from one to the other then gazed at him for a long moment. He saw affection there and the pain he would now give anything to erase. His heart stilled. “What, pray, am I deciding upon?” she asked.

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D’Bushey laughed softly. “Ah, Tessa. LeClare and I will both have you.” Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed pink. “No, Alex!” “We shall do nothing that you don’t want us to, my sweet,” D’Bushey said. He spared Angel a narrowed glance. “Isn’t that right, LeClare?” Angel saw the speculation on Tessa’s beautiful face. Worry was clear but also the unmistakable heat in her eyes as she imagined what they both would do to her delectable body. Christ, he wanted this. Even if he had to share her with her lover, he wanted to take her in every way possible. His cock throbbed in his trousers. “You have my word,” he said softly. Ignoring Tessa’s lover, he came to sit on her other side. “I’ve missed you,” he said again. Cupping her face in his hands, he brought his mouth to hers. “I’ve thought of none other but you.” Their lips touched, brief and clinging, until he began to work his mouth over hers. She made a sound in her throat and opened to him. For the first time he tasted her. Sweet Tessa, the woman he’d wanted from when he first caught a glimpse of her. In that, he was not too different from D’Bushey. He leaned in closer, tangling his tongue with hers as she wound her arms around his neck. Her breasts were flush against his chest now, her body beginning to curve into his. He pulled back and buried his face in her neck and breathed in more of her scent. “Ah, Tessa.” Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and glistening. She sighed his name. He wanted to take her now, to flip up the skirt of the fancy dress that her lover had bought and plow her pussy. “LeClare!” D’Bushey growled. Angel held Tessa for a moment longer then released her. Tessa was a trembling mass between them, passion clear on her face now as she looked at both men. D’Bushey stood, tugging her to her feet. “Come then,” he said. “Let us retire for the evening.”

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Urging Tessa up the stairs ahead of them, D’Bushey hung back a moment. His brown eyes were intent. “Hurt her and I will kill you,” he whispered, his scowl dark. Angel knew D’Bushey didn’t speak of bed play. The other man could not know, but Angel was certain that he himself would do everything in his power to never hurt Tessa again. “Understood.” D’Bushey’s expression eased and they joined Tessa in the most sumptuous rooms he’d ever seen. She drifted toward what he supposed was the bedchamber, leaving the delectable floral scent he’d caught belowstairs. He remembered that scent, natural and exotic at once, and his shaft thickened. Another snort came from the side, and he found D’Bushey watching him. “She is a remarkable girl,” D’Bushey said. “Which you shall soon learn for yourself.” “You will let me have her?” D’Bushey nodded. “I shall taste her first. I shall lick her sweet pussy until she comes, crying out my name.” His mouth curved in a sly grin. “Then you can take her.” Angel blinked. “You realize this will be like consummating our marriage.” He shrugged as he removed his jacket. “It is of no consequence. That marriage never took place. As I said, you will not take her from me.” Why did Angel suspect that this was an argument they would have over and over again in the coming, what, weeks? Months? “How long do you propose we continue this arrangement?” he asked D’Bushey. “As long as it works for Tessa.” With that, he went into the bedchamber. Angel followed, shedding his own jacket and working his shirt free of his trousers. There was much in the man’s words. Determination, yes, but also a tenderness he would never have expected.

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Before he could say anything more on the matter, Tessa stepped out of what must be the dressing room. A diaphanous nightgown dressed her amazing form and his mouth went dry. This night he would finally have her. “Are you ready, my sweet?” D’Bushey asked her. She looked at the man as he stripped down to his smalls, and nodded. Even Angel could see D’Bushey’s cock was rigid with wanting. Would he keep his word tonight and let Angel take her? Angel refused to let the couple’s obvious intimacy deter him. In for a pence, in for a pound. He wanted her, and they had a gentlemen’s agreement. “You look beautiful, Tessa.” She gave him a small smile and settled in the middle of the big bed. D’Bushey kissed her deeply then knelt at her feet, lifting her gown to reveal the loveliest legs Angel had ever seen. Long, shapely, and very pale. Her lover’s hands were dark in comparison, stroking her flesh until she closed her eyes and purred with delight. Angel stripped as well, though he couldn’t bring himself to take his trousers off just yet. He joined them on the bed and settled near her narrow waist, watching as her every breath lifted her breasts. Her nipples were peaked shadows beneath the fine fabric, tempting him to touch her. He slowly brought his hand to her and did so, running his palm over one pert nub. “Oh!” she gasped. He glanced down to see that she was bared to her waist now. He could glimpse the dark curls adorning her pussy. Beautiful. Her breasts beckoned again and he untied her nightgown, letting the garment fall open. Her breasts were exquisite, round and full with nipples a shade darker than her lips. “My God.” He stared down at her, his every muscle tense, until D’Bushey’s laughter reached him. “What?” he snapped. “She is not a marble statue to be admired, LeClare. Touch her. Taste her.” Angel looked up at Tessa’s face and knew she wanted him to do

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just that. Her eyes were dark, her luscious lips parted. He tweaked one nipple while he brought his mouth to the other. One lick led to two, and then he closed his lips over the nub and suckled. “Oh, Angel.” She sighed. He vaguely heard D’Bushey say something, but he was lost to everything but her taste and texture. She began to move, thrashing about, and he glanced at the other man. He stroked her inner thighs, his fingers coming closer and closer to her pussy. The salty-sweet scent of her arousal reached Angel. “Ah, Tessa,” D’Bushey rasped. “With every lick, with every nibble, your—Angel is making you ready.” Angel knew he wouldn’t call him her betrothed, not now. Not ever. “Please, Alex!” she cried. “What, my sweet?” he returned. “Oh, please,” she cried again. Angel sucked and teethed her nipples as he watched Alex out of the corner of his eye. Alex flicked one thumb over her clit, and she bucked in response. Increasing his own tender assault on her breasts, Angel breathlessly awaited the man’s next move. She was strung tight now, on the verge of climax, and he couldn’t wait to see her come. “Angel, please,” she whimpered, her eyes beseeching him. “Oh, Alex!” Alex buried his face between her thighs and she screamed her release. Alex ate her, moaning his own pleasure, and Angel pulled back and watched as Tessa rode Alex’s tongue. “Oh, yes!” she gasped. Alex dropped a kiss on her belly as she recovered. “I shall never tire of your taste.” He stood beside the bed, beckoning to Angel. “Are you ready?” Angel glanced down at Tessa, seeing the pleasure still coloring her cheeks and rushing her breath, and nodded.

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**** Alex watched as Angel stood and unbuttoned his trousers. He let out a whistle as Angel’s cock sprang free. “Keeping that under wraps, eh?” Angel looked down at his cock in apparent puzzlement. “I don’t know what you mean.” “You’re hung like an ox,” Alex said. He was quite proud of his own manly parts, but he couldn’t help but admire this man’s. Tessa watched as well, apprehension clear on her face. “Angel.” “I shall be gentle,” Angel said. Alex scoffed. Of course he would. He bit back his comment as Angel settled between Tessa’s milky thighs. The broad cockhead nudged her pussy, easing in by increments. “Oh…” She sighed, the sound a combination of surprise and anticipation. Alex fisted his hands to keep from grabbing her. He’d promised Angel he could fuck her tonight. He hadn’t anticipated the man’s cock being so bloody big, however. He watched as Tessa responded, and knew the precise moment when she flooded with juices to ease the way. She closed her eyes and gave that delicate little shiver that signaled her readiness. Angel grunted as he braced himself above her, moving with shallow thrusts as he began to fill her. “I can’t get inside,” he bit out. “Not—not all the way.” Alex bit his tongue once more. Little wonder, that. “Allow me to be of assistance,” he said. He lifted Tessa and slid a pillow beneath her ass. Her eyes widened as Angel deepened his thrusts. He was at last in balls deep. “Ah, Christ!” Angel cried. “Still making sermons,” Alex quipped. Angel barked out a strangled laugh as he pounded into Tessa. She moaned as her pleasure built, her body no doubt overwhelmed by the

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man’s equipment. Alex watched, captivated by the sight of Angel’s huge cock moving in and out of her swollen pussy. Her legs were bent, her neck tense, as she took him all the way in. When she came, arching wildly on the bed, Alex nearly felt it himself. He stroked his cock and came into the linens beside her, each pulse of his shaft in perfect time with her undulations. Angel soon shouted his release, panting as he poured into her. He dipped his head and kissed her, grinning like an idiot, and Alex restrained himself from punching him in his perfect face. “Now it is as if we are truly married,” the man declared, finally withdrawing from her body. Tessa nodded and Alex felt his throat tighten. I have made a colossal mistake. He moved to climb off of the bed when Tessa’s hand grabbed his. Her touch was soft yet insistent. Stilling, he faced her. She smiled up at him, tenderness in her gaze. “Alex.” “Yes?” “Will you sleep beside me?” she asked. “As always?” God, yes! “As you wish,” he answered, keeping his voice even. He rose, extinguished all but one of the candles, and got back into bed. The three of them settled beneath the counterpane, Tessa cuddled against his side, as was their custom. He caught Angel’s eye and gave a nod. He’d like nothing more than to send the man from their bed, but he’d agreed. Angel rolled onto his back, pillowing his head with his hands as he appeared to study the ceiling. For his part, Alex held on to Tessa and welcomed her sweet breath against his neck as she slipped into slumber. He would sleep well tonight with his lady in his arms. Yes, Angel had taken her in their bed. He’d fucked her so hard Alex had nearly felt it, for God’s sake. But tomorrow? Alex grinned into the dark. Tomorrow he would have her.

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Chapter 4 “Good morning, Miss.” Tessa smiled at the housekeeper. “Good morning, Mrs. Iverson.” “I’ve set out a spread on the sideboard,” the woman said. “What with your guest, I was thinking it was best.” Tessa glanced at the sideboard, which was laden with meats and eggs and bread. With two gentlemen in the house at present, no doubt more food would be needed than when it had been just Alex and herself. It was far from the meager portions her family had to subsist upon when she still lived at home. “Capital idea, Mrs. Iverson. Thank you.” “How long do you think the gentleman will be staying, Miss?” Tessa had no notion. She opened her mouth to speak when Alex answered from the doorway. “As long as my lady deems it satisfactory, Mrs. Iverson,” he said. Tessa caught Alex’s eye as he strode into the room. The meaning of his words penetrated. Satisfactory. Her cheeks flamed, but she nodded her agreement. “Very good, Miss.” Mrs. Iverson inclined her head to Alex. “Good morning, Mr. Alex.” “A very good morning to you, Mrs. Iverson.” He crossed to the sideboard. “Lovely breakfast, I daresay.” “I’ll see to sufficient victuals for your guest’s extended visit going forward.” “Excellent.” Tessa studied her teacup during their exchange. She couldn’t look at the housekeeper. Surely she knew why Angel was now living with

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them. If she did not, she certainly must have wondered. After the woman left them in privacy, Tessa faced Alex. “Mrs. Iverson has been nothing but polite and kind to me these past months, Alex. Surely she knows that we are not married.” “Of course.” Alex placed his full plate on the table and sat. “But she will continue that behavior, I’ve no doubt. She has been in my family’s employ for years, and I trust her completely.” His conviction struck her, that worldly air that always seemed to cling to him. Would that she had half of his confidence. Perhaps some of his polish would rub off on her by the time their liaison concluded. “You are always so certain about matters,” she said. “I daresay I cannot be in this situation.” “What situation is that, my sweet?” “Angel is here now,” she whispered. “Last night we…He and I…” Alex’s brows drew together. “Do you regret last night?” Her mind filled with images at his words. Alex, teasing and licking her until she’d screamed out his name. Angel’s huge shaft inside her, stretching her, filling her, until she couldn’t tell where they separated. He’d seemed to touch her heart as he found his climax deep within her. “I do not,” she admitted on a gasp. He nodded. “Then we go on as we have, Tessa.” “But Angel said…” She fiddled with her napkin as she recalled that moment of completion he’d had with her. “Angel said it is as if we are truly wed now.” A clouded expression crossed Alex’s face, and faint lines creased his mouth for a moment. In a flash, it was gone. She hadn’t missed it, however. Perhaps he was not quite as certain about all of this as she’d believed. “Those words change nothing,” he stated. She longed to question him further, but his clipped tone brooked a cessation to the topic. How could Angel’s words not change matters? She had loved him once. Her body clearly felt a connection. She

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feared it would not take much for her heart to fall for him again. Did she even wish for it to? Yes, she had nearly married him six months ago. Yes, she had cried bitter tears when he’d cast her aside so easily because she had not lived up to his expectations. She did not know Angel as well as she knew Alex, however. Even after Angel’s taking of her, Alex was the one in whose arms she’d wanted to slumber. Angel had been a comfortable warmth at her other side, though. His tenderness after their coupling had been a surprise. Oh, she was truly ruined now. “You are worrying again, love,” Alex said. She caught his gaze and managed a smile. “I promise to try my best not to.” Alex grinned. “That is my girl.” Tessa’s heart fluttered at his words. Oh, he had such power over her. It seemed as though lately more was engaged than just her body. Last night, after unbelievable pleasure had left her boneless, she’d still longed to sleep in his arms. She knew her situation was tenuous at best. Alex’s words of this morning seemed to bring that to her mind. As long as my lady deems it satisfactory. But what of Alex’s satisfaction? He was bound to tire of her. Was her enthusiastic response to Angel’s lovemaking a point in her favor? Or would he simply set them both out of his home? She still did not trust Angel, not with his rejection still such a raw wound on her soul. At least with Alex, she knew what to expect. For the most part, at least. The devil you know, and all of that. The devil and the angel. She feared she was condemned to live in that in-between purgatory until one or the other finally cast her aside. “Good morning,” Angel said from the doorway. Tessa’s head shot up, and she found Angel’s eyes focused sharply on her. Their blue depths were unrelenting. She flinched as she recalled the harsh judgment she’d seen on the eve of their wedding.

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That was absent today, however. Yes, concern was evident in his gaze today, and her heart gave a little flip. “Good morning,” she returned. “Angel,” Alex intoned from his seat. Angel turned his head toward Alex. “D’Bushey.” Alex barked out a laugh. “After last evening I daresay we can set aside propriety, Angel. At least in private.” Angel inclined his head. “Alex, then.” “I take it you have settled yourself?” Alex asked him. “Yes. Your housekeeper has seen my things placed in a chamber not far from yours.” His eyes glittered at Tessa, and she knew without question that he would spend little time in that guestchamber. “It is quite nice,” he said to Alex. “Thank you for your hospitality.” Alex snorted. “Help yourself to breakfast then,” he said. He stood, beckoning to Tessa. “Tessa and I are off to the village.” Tessa started and looked at Alex. He just smiled that knowing grin of his. “Alex, what are you about?” “The village?” Angel asked. “Why, pray?” Alex waved a hand. “My lady desires to do a bit of shopping.” “Then I shall join you,” Angel said. Alex glared at him. Angel bristled under the scrutiny but seemed to hold his ground. “I believe you have clients to attend,” Alex stated. “How the devil do you know that?” Angel sputtered. “I have my sources in the village,” Alex returned. Angel glowered at Alex. She had never seen such an expression on his face. Tessa felt the undercurrent of animosity flowing between the two men. This was not about shopping in the village. “Very well,” Angel said at last. Alex held his hand out to Tessa. “Come, love.” She saw a tightness around Angel’s mouth as she placed her hand

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in Alex’s. Despite last night’s shared passion with her, the two men were on far-from-friendly terms. Perhaps she should rethink her hasty acceptance of this tangled liaison. This was far beyond anything she’d ever imagined that day she’d left her home to beg at Alex’s door two years ago. And after Angel threw her out last April? She never thought she would see him again, let alone know him intimately. Again she was struck by the incredible memory of both men loving her into oblivion. The world might condemn her for a harlot, but she hoped with all her heart that Alex and Angel found a way to work out their differences. **** “I do not know why you insisted on driving us into the village today, Alex,” Tessa said. They walked along High Street back toward his carriage, Alex playing lady’s maid as he carried the few items she’d chosen. She never bought much when left to her own designs. Most of her clothing, even her undergarments and other fripperies, he had picked out himself. Sometimes it seemed she was determined to play the poor relation even still. Today she wore a cunning jacket over a lovely walking dress he’d chosen, the autumn colors bright. The day was warm enough in their part of England despite the season. Soon fall would give way to winter. He could well imagine spending that frigid season warm by the hearth in his fine parlor. Would Angel still be with them come the holiday season? Would Tessa? The thought of spending a long, cold winter alone caused his stomach to seize. “Why did I take you to the village, love?” He shrugged. “I wanted to get you alone.” She tilted her head as she leveled a look at him. “You said yourself that Angel had clients to see today. Why not keep me at the

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house?” He flinched at her choice of words. Her utterance assured him that she still thought of herself as only his mistress. As someone to be kept and coddled and used when the mood struck. “Had we remained at the house, Tessa,” he began, taking her hand and tucking it into the crook of his elbow, “I would have easily broken the bargain I made with the saintly Angel.” “The bargain?” She blinked. “What sort of bargain?” He looked away, feigning interest in the front window of the dressmaker’s shop beside them. “Oh, nothing you have to concern yourself with. Just a gentlemen’s agreement.” She stopped, tugging his arm until he did likewise. “Tell me.” He faced her, staring straight into her dark blue eyes. There was nothing for it. She was no longer the little country mouse he’d spoiled two years earlier. Her mind had blossomed along with her body and, with it, her spirit. “We agreed that neither one of us would take you without the other present.” Her lovely mouth gaped as her cheeks turned pink. “Alex!” He assumed an air of nonchalance he hoped she would not see through. “It was necessary to set some ground rules, Tessa mine.” Her brow furrowed, and then she faced forward once again. “I suppose I must bow to those rules as well.” His throat tightened at the implication her words wrought. “Are you saying you wish to be with Angel alone?” “No!” She looked about, no doubt searching the villagers strolling about for any prying eyes. “Not at all, though I shall be damned for that admission,” she added in a softer tone of voice. He followed her gaze, seeing the usual assortment of folks with nothing more to engage them at present than seeking and spreading gossip. His money had shielded Tessa from more than one tale being bandied about in the last six months. However, he was in no frame of mind to make such arrangements today. Not with her so sensitive and

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their domestic arrangement with Angel so new. He urged her toward the carriage. He quickly saw that the driver was still absent. He was probably hefting a pint at the Rooster’s Comb across the way. Alex decided to take advantage of the fortunate privacy afforded by the man’s thirst. “Let us climb aboard, love.” He held her hand as she stepped inside then set her meager packages on the floor. She settled down on the seat and bowed her head. “This is all so new for me, Alex.” He closed the door and sat beside her. “I know, Tessa. I wouldn’t have suggested any of it if I thought there was any other way.” “Any other way?” She glanced up at him, her eyes narrowed. “Pray, what do you mean?” He bit his tongue. How could he ever tell her that he loved her and feared he was losing her at the same time? He smiled at her instead. “I want you to be happy,” he said. “I thought being with Angel would make you so.” Her gaze skittered away. “It has.” There was something more she wasn’t saying, he was certain. He took her hands in his. “Tell me.” “I enjoy what you and I have as well,” she whispered. His heart leapt at her words, all the doubts he’d harbored since last evening fleeing in a rush. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. “Ah, Tessa.” She kissed him back, her delicate tongue stroking his, then pulled away. “You said you promised Angel.” He laughed. “I promised I wouldn’t take you. I never said I wouldn’t kiss you.” She smiled softly and he took her mouth again. His fingers worked at her bodice and soon her breasts were free to his touch. Her supple flesh filled his hands, and he pinched her puckered nipples. “Oh!” she cried. He took one nipple in his mouth, tonguing and teething the tip

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until she melted against the back of the seat. He flipped her skirts up out of the way and tore at her drawers. “Alex!” she gasped. “Yes?” he asked, trailing his lips over the silky flesh of her inner thighs. “You—” She gave that shiver he so delighted in and he smelled her sweet, salty scent of arousal. “You said you were only to kiss me.” “Yes, love. And I shall only kiss you.” He flicked his tongue over her clit. “Everywhere.” He sealed his mouth over her pussy and started the suction he knew would send her crashing toward climax. Again and again he stabbed his tongue at her, licking and sucking and twirling as she bucked against his mouth. He was sure his balls would be sore for the rest of the day due to the deprivation, but he would taste her orgasm now. She cried out his name in the next moment, spreading her legs wide as she succumbed. He lapped at her juices, delving greedily into her cunt as the last tremors ceased. “Alex!” a man’s voice growled. He lifted his head from her delectable flesh to find Angel glaring at him. His head poked into the carriage, a dark frown marring his perfect face. Alex made a show of licking his lips and grinned. “Hello, Angel.”

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Chapter 5 Angel felt a rage he’d never before experienced. He stepped into the carriage and shut the door with a slam, his body shaking. “You gave me your word, you scoundrel.” Alex shrugged, then looked to Tessa with obvious heat in his gaze. Angel followed his lead and drank in the remarkable picture she made. Obviously still recovering from her orgasm, she was a lovely heap of satiation on the seat. When he’d heard that Alex’s carriage had been spotted in the village, that he and Tessa had been seen leisurely strolling about High Street, his senses had sharpened. Seeing the subtle rocking of Alex’s well-sprung carriage had told him what he might expect when he opened the door. However, instead of finding Alex rutting on her as he’d anticipated, he saw the man giving her another glorious climax as he had last night. “You can see that I did not take her,” Alex pointed out. Angel’s mouth gaped, and then his eyes fell on Tessa’s pussy. It was glistening wet, both from Alex’s mouth and her own juices. Her scent was heavy in the confines of the carriage, and his cock hardened. Alex sat back on his heels, his shaft a blatant bulge in his trousers. Angel looked at Tessa again, at her languid pose and wanton display, and an unexpected notion came to him. In a flash, he made a decision. “Take her,” he told Alex. Alex gaped at him now. “What?” Angel unbuttoned his trousers. “We are both present, are we not?” Tessa stirred, letting out a purr of pleasure as she stretched. Her

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eyes fluttered open, and she smiled softly at Alex. When her gaze flicked to Angel she froze. “Angel?” He bowed his head, unable to summon a more courtly gesture. He faced Alex once more. “Take her, Alex,” he said again. “Fuck her.” He settled on the seat opposite and rubbed his aching cock. Alex rose to sit beside Tessa, who wore confusion on her exquisite face. “You…You wish to watch?” Alex asked, his brow furrowed. Angel gave a short laugh. “Hardly. I want Tessa’s beautiful mouth on my cock while you take her from behind.” Tessa’s eyes widened but Alex’s face broke into a wide grin, the rogue. “My pleasure,” he said. Angel freed his cock with a groan. “Mine as well, I imagine. If Tessa agrees.” Tessa gave a small nod and that was all the encouragement he needed. The configuration of the carriage interior proved ideal for his proposal. Alex placed Tessa on his lap, her smooth thighs straddling his legs as he began to thrust up into her pussy. When Tessa began to arch in pleasure, Angel took her hands and placed them on either side of his own thighs. Her mouth was a scant inch from the head of his cock, which began to weep with need. “Suck me, Tessa,” he rasped. She glanced up at him for a heart-stopping moment, astonishment and lust evident in her eyes. In the next moment she engulfed the head of his cock in her succulent mouth. It was heaven. He could tell that Alex fucked her hard, his grunts mixing with Tessa’s muffled mews of pleasure as her mouth devoured Angel’s cock. He had to support his shaft himself as her hands held her braced above him, but that proved to be no hardship. He stroked himself, aiming for the back of her throat as she bobbed her head over him. Her lips, her tongue, her teeth, all combined to make a sublime

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suction that drove him closer to climax. His shaft lengthened as Alex’s cries increased. Tessa trembled between them, and Angel knew all three of them were very close to the end. His balls tightened in anticipation of climax, and he threw his head back and let go. He came in great, heaving thrusts as she began to sob her own release. Alex let out a growl of completion as he joined them in orgasm. After what seemed like more than several blissful minutes, Angel gathered her in his arms. He leaned forward to rest her on Alex’s chest. Alex held her close as Angel kissed her. “That surpassed my fantasies, Tessa,” Angel said. Alex laughed low in his throat as Tessa sighed in answer. He watched as she turned her head to kiss Alex. He had to look away. How strange that he could stand to watch Alex fuck her but not kiss her. It was almost as if that was far more intimate than their coupling. Angel stuffed his cock back into his trousers and settled back against the seat. Alex helped Tessa rearrange her clothing, that simple, caring action rousing a jealousy that the man’s vigorous fucking had not. He stared at the ceiling of the carriage until they were once more dressed. Angel faced them. Tessa’s hair was a bit mussed, but otherwise she looked presentable. Alex did as well. “I’m still fucking her tonight, Angel,” Alex said. Angel stroked Tessa’s soft cheek and stared into her eyes. “We shall see about that.” Tessa stiffened then settled on the seat next to her lover. Her brow furrowed as she lifted the shade obscuring the window beside her. She turned her face toward the window. “May we go home, please?” Angel looked at Alex, who wore concern on his face. Angel longed to soothe her himself but suspected she wouldn’t accept that from him. Not with Alex’s hands stroking hers. Did she regret what they just shared? She’d found her pleasure, that was certain. Did she regret agreeing

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to their arrangement on the whole? He didn’t quite know how he felt about that. While he wanted her for his own, he doubted she would ever give her tender heart to him again. Hadn’t he crushed it a mere six months ago? Not long after that awkward exchange, Alex’s driver returned to the carriage. “Let us go home, love,” Alex said. Tessa nodded, still staring out the window. “I shall see you back at the house,” Angel said, leaving the two of them in the carriage. He walked back toward his office, his mind working. Tessa had been almost unbearably passionate, yet afterward she’d withdrawn from the both of them. There was something amiss, and Angel was damned if he knew what it was or how to fix it. **** Tessa sat at the fine dining table, quiet as the circumspect staff served the three of them and left them in peace. Angel and Alex had dressed for dinner, as she had. Fine clothing, careful coiffure, exquisite manners. There was no sign that the three of them had recently engaged in an unusual sexual encounter. And in Alex’s carriage, of all places! She’d never imagined that the two of them would ever want her at the same time, nor that she would crave that as well. When Alex proposed this arrangement, she’d envisioned a kind of turn-taking with regards to having her. Yet she had never felt more pleasure than having Alex take her while she sucked Angel’s amazing cock deep in her mouth. She was already wondering what would happen if her two gentlemen reversed positions. What she hadn’t counted on was the manner in which they behaved afterward. She’d felt rather like a fleck of meat left on a bone being fought over by two hungry hounds.

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She moved a slice of roast beef about on her plate, absently noting its fineness. It was accompanied by potatoes and vegetables, and it was very pretty indeed. Another sumptuous meal in Alex’s house. She had little appetite for it tonight, however. “How do you find your dinner, Tessa?” Alex asked. She started then looked across the table at him. She managed a smile. “It is done quite well.” “A fine repast,” Angel put in. Alex spared him a glance before facing Tessa again. “I say, you are a bit pale. Are you well?” Tessa nodded. “Quite well, Alex.” “Are you cold?” Angel asked. “No, I—” “I keep my house comfortable, Angel,” Alex cut in. “Are you cold?” “No. Obviously Tessa—” “Pray, tell me,” Alex spat. “You have known Tessa for but a few days now, in spite of almost marrying her.” Angel surged to his feet. “Now, see here!” “I have been the one to see to her comforts once you threw her out,” Alex went on. “I know that full well!” Angel countered. “Although I daresay you did so for your own selfish reasons.” “The hell you say!” Alex said, standing. “She is my concern, and I happily bear the responsibility.” “I am quite fine!” Tessa cried. The two of them gaped at her, their faces wearing matching expressions of surprise. “Tessa, I was merely pointing out to your Angel that he is in no position to question the way in which I keep you.” “Keep her?” Angel growled. She stood, tossing her napkin down on her plate. “Enough!” “Tessa,” Angel gasped.

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Trembling, she looked from one man to the other. Angel appeared quite worried. For Alex’s part, his brows were raised, but a smile teased one corner of his well-formed mouth. “Is something troubling you, Tessa mine?” he asked. All the temper seemed to flee from her at his teasing question. In any event, how on earth would she ever articulate what she was feeling? “No, Alex,” she answered. She sat and placed her napkin back on her lap. “Shall we eat?” She picked at her vegetables and focused on eating. She could sense their eyes on her but would not give them more reason to argue. She would simply set their animosity aside as they concluded the meal and the inevitable glasses of sherry in the parlor. Then they would take her to bed. Both of them. Let them attempt to continue their argument in the bedchamber. She suspected that even she could summon the courage to tell them both where they could take their fine selves should that happen. By the time they’d finished the meal, Tessa felt once more like herself. She’d never been one to raise an objection, not to Alex or to her family before him. Hadn’t she meekly followed her father’s edict to go to Alex’s mother to seek a change in her circumstances two years ago? Those circumstances had been changed, that was certain. “Shall we retire to the parlor, love?” Alex asked her, drawing her from her dismal musings. She nodded and rose, then froze as she caught the expression on Angel’s face. If she squinted a bit, she could almost see hurt there. Oh, he was jealous. Of that she had no doubt. Did he perhaps envy more than her physical attachment to Alex? She swallowed. Would he challenge the safety she’d found here? Her stomach suddenly in turmoil, she preceded them into the parlor. They settled at the table set in one corner. Alex withdrew the playing cards and attempted to teach her whist, but with three players he had a dismal result.

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“Hearts, Angel,” Alex said. “I daresay you know something of them?” Angel glared in Alex’s direction, setting his cards on the table. “Quite. I am in no state of mind to play this evening.” He stood. “I believe you mentioned something about sherry, Alex?” Alex nodded, coming to his feet. Tessa watched him pour the liquor, unable to decipher the expression on his face. Was he thinking about her outburst at the dining table? Would he judge her harshly? In a moment she dismissed that thought. Alex was never one to judge. That was Angel’s position. “I concede the game to you, Tessa,” Angel said with a bow, turning to Alex to take the offered glass. “Thank you.” “Here, Tessa,” Alex said as he set her glass before her. “Do you fancy a game with me alone?” She knew what he asked in truth. As she sipped her drink she thought to give him a dose of his own medicine. “I believe I shall play a game of patience, Alex. There are times when a person can derive more enjoyment in solitary occupation.” He gaped at her then hooted his laughter, elbowing Angel in the ribs. “Well said, love! Though I think I would derive as much enjoyment watching you.” “However could that be?” Angel asked. Comprehension dawned on his face and his eyes grew wide. “Oh! I had never thought of… Well, I daresay that would be…” “Easy, Angel,” Alex said with a grin. “Tessa is merely teasing. No need to get yourself in knots.” Angel frowned, then managed a small smile. “There is much I can learn from both of you, it seems.” Tessa smiled in his direction, feeling as if she’d won this particular hand despite the stacked cards on the table. Taking up the cards, she arranged them for her solitary game as the three of them spoke of happenings in the village.

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“How are you enjoying your work in the village, Angel?” she asked. “I take it your new enterprise is proving advantageous?” “Yes indeed, Tessa. I admit the diversity of the work appeals to me in a manner I wager making sermons never would have.” He spoke of his previous ambition, then. “I admit I blamed myself for your change in circumstance when Alex told me you’d sold your living,” she said softly. Angel flicked his eyes toward Alex, who gave a graceful shrug. “You must know that news travels quickly in Oake,” Alex said. Angel nodded. “I can honestly say I do not miss it, Tessa. It seems I have a knack for this particular work.” She smiled. “I’m glad.” The men pursued a conversation about horses or some other such business, the pleasant timbre of their conversation punctuated now and again as Tessa turned over a card on the table with a snap. She relished the feeling of sharing a space with the two of them and not only sitting there like an ornament. She began to feel like an able companion to them. Even if it was her own delusion, she would embrace it. It was far preferable to the animosity she’d had to deflect in the dining room. A little more than one hour after the awkward conclusion of their meal and her cheeky comment on playing alone, it was apparently time to retire. Alex placed his empty glass on the table beside him with a finality that showed his eagerness. An answering flutter in her belly heralded her own body’s reaction. It wouldn’t be long before her pussy joined in the cacophony, clamoring for the ultimate possession. She bit her lip to refrain from letting out a moan. His strong hands brushed over his well-fitting trousers as he stood. He was so tall, her Alex. So commanding. Was it any wonder that she still melted in his arms? Angel seemed to be vibrating, with anger or with anticipation she couldn’t guess. She briefly wondered what effect Alex’s glib statement in the carriage would have once they were ensconced in the

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bedchamber. He’d said that he would have her again tonight despite Angel’s objections. She wanted Alex as well. Deep inside her in any fashion he wished. Oh, would Angel insist on taking her too? It was her turn to quake in anticipation. She rose on shaking legs and placed her hand in Alex’s outstretched one. “Are we to retire?” she asked, knowing the answer. “Yes, love.” As she’d expected, Angel stood and crossed to them. “Then let us,” he said. She cringed inwardly as she waited for another argument, but instead a silent communication seemed to flow between them. Angel gave a curt nod and stalked past them to the doorway.

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Chapter 6 Tessa and Alex followed Angel out of the parlor. It was a pleasure for her to watch him climb the steps in front of her, the taut cheeks of his buttocks clenching with the motion. His clothes might not be as fine as Alex’s, but they certainly did his physique justice. Alex was close behind her on the stairs, and she could feel the heat of him at her back. His smell was evident as well, sharp and spiced. She’d taken note of Angel’s scent along with his taste in the carriage, and his was a bit different. More like soap than spice but also quite pleasant. Her treacherous body began to tremble again as she envisioned once more having both men make love to her. “You are shaking, love,” Alex whispered in her ear as they reached the top of the stairs. “Are you still vexed with me and your sainted Angel?” She shook her head, keeping her attention focused on putting one foot in front of the other until she and Alex stood in front of the open doorway to their rooms. Angel was inside already, a fierce look of determination on his face. Answering heat pooled in her belly. Alex’s low laughter sent her pulse racing. “Give me but a minute, and I shall have you thinking of nothing but passion.” She slid him a glance out of the corner of her eye. He was so seductive, so sensual. His sly smile, his dark eyes. He was all hers, at least until he grew tired of her. He and Angel both. Angel with his intensity and smoldering looks. His fine form and impressive cock. Setting aside her irritation over their disagreement, tonight would be very easy indeed. “Come, Tessa,” Angel said, taking her hand. He all but dragged

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her through the sitting area into the bedchamber. “I have waited long enough for a taste of you.” At his words, her pussy clenched. The thought of Angel’s beautiful face between her thighs, his full lips and artful tongue stroking her, caused her to flush hot. Again, Alex’s laughter reached her. “I do not blame you, Angel,” he said. “Tessa’s taste is something I can only describe as delectable.” She looked between the two of them, biting her tongue until she let out a sigh. “Oh, I can scarcely wait,” she admitted. They each tore at their own clothing, soon blessedly naked on each side of her. She drank her fill of them both. Their builds were slightly different. Alex was more broad of shoulder while Angel was more lean. She ran her hands over Alex’s impressive shoulders and chest. His chest hairs tickled her palms, and she gently scraped her nails over him. He pulled her to him and began to work her dress off her shoulders. “Can you see how hard I am for you, Tessa?” he asked, his mouth hot and moist on her neck. He pressed against her belly, rock hard. “Can you feel it? My cock is full and aching.” “Yes,” she breathed. She glanced down as she stepped out of her dress, seeing his proud shaft straining toward her. “Oh, yes.” Angel reached around and removed her stays and corset, his hands cupping her bare breasts in clear possession. “What of my cock, Tessa?” he rasped. “Look how much it wants to be buried inside you tonight.” She turned her head to stare at his remarkable cock. It was long and thick, throbbing with lust. For her. She stroked his flat, ridged belly to graze the tender skin just below his navel. He sucked in a breath as she scored his shaft with her nails. “Oh, yes,” she softly agreed. Alex knelt before her and removed her stockings, following his

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fingers with his mouth to kiss and tickle her until she lost her footing and tumbled onto the bed. She giggled as he kissed the arches of her feet, groaning as he slowly licked his way up her leg. “I can smell you, love,” he said. “Mmm, you want us.” Little wonder, that. She was thoroughly wet now, her clit pulsing with every word they uttered. Angel sat beside her. His hands were in her hair now, unpinning the mass to tumble down around her shoulders. “I’ve dreamed of touching your hair.” He buried his face in her hair. “Christ, you smell good.” They began to stroke her breasts, each nuzzling her flesh and tweaking her nipples. Their mouths closed over the buds and began to suckle. For two men so argumentative, they were astonishingly in accord at passion play. Her body thrummed with bursts of fire as they each began to stroke her pussy. Two thumbs, fingers too numerous to count, playing her skillfully like a pianoforte. It was nearly too much, and she sobbed her frustration, squeezing her eyes shut as lights flashed behind her lids. “Lord, you are amazing,” Angel murmured, his breath fanning over the wet nipple between his teeth. “Sermons, Angel.” Alex growled, lifting his mouth from her other breast. “Do you wish to find true enlightenment? Bury your face in Tessa’s pussy.” “Alex!” she cried, her eyes flying open. Angel stiffened then quickly spread her legs wide. He shifted and settled his mouth on her, groaning as he began to lick and suck at her. It was far different from Alex’s schooled seduction, a bit clumsy and tentative, but pleasurable. And vexing. “There, Angel,” she sighed, falling back on her elbows. “A bit to your left.” Alex laughed out loud. “Darling Tessa.” He stroked her nipples as he chuckled, the pads of his thumbs circling delightfully. “She might

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be quiet most of the time, Angel, but she is not too bashful to say what she likes in the bedchamber.” She felt her cheeks heat but set aside any embarrassment. Angel seemed to catch on to the matter, for she was soon cresting toward pleasure. She arched sharply. She was so close. So tantalizingly close. “Stop!” Alex said, grabbing Angel’s shoulder and jerking him from her. “Not yet.” “Damn it, Alex,” Angel began. He was panting, and when she opened her eyes she saw his cock weeping that first salty drop from its head. “We shall both take her tonight,” Alex said. She blinked up at him. “Surely you do not mean…No!” Alex eased her to a sitting position, his eyes twinkling. “What, love? What don’t I mean?” She could not say it. Alex had taken her in her bottom before, and it had been both startling and delightful. Surely he cannot mean to let Angel take her pussy while he did that again? “I daresay I would love to know what you’re thinking, Tessa.” Alex grinned. “I cannot say it,” she told him. He shrugged. “No matter. I promise you there will be time to do everything you can envision.” He winked. “And several things you cannot.” Her mouth gaped as she pondered the possibilities. “Make yourself clear to me, then,” Angel demanded. His fists were clenched and his body was as rigid as his cock. “I was about to bring her to climax, I am sure of it!” “Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Alex said. “I merely thought you might like to find your pleasure at the same time.” Angel and she looked at each other in confusion until Alex pulled her to stand beside the bed. “Lie on your back, Angel. Across the bed.” Enlightenment was clear in Angel’s eyes, and he eagerly did as

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Alex bade. His cock was massive from this angle, and she suddenly longed to impale her aching pussy on it. To take it high inside her. Lord, could she even manage to take all of it? She wished to find out. She wanted to experience everything with them before this ended. “Straddle him, Tessa,” Alex said. She climbed back on the bed and moved her leg over Angel’s waist. His cock grazed her bottom and she gave a shiver. Alex suddenly gripped her hips. “No, love. His face.” She stilled then nodded. “And suck his cock?” Alex laughed again. “That’s my girl.” “Our girl,” Angel corrected. His voice was rough with wanting. “Our Tessa.” “All right,” Alex grumbled. “Our Tessa.” She placed her knees on either side of Angel’s head and gasped as he flicked his tongue over her clit. “Oh!” Arching, she rubbed against his mouth and lowered herself toward his cock. Her breasts stroked over his hair-roughened chest as she moved above him. It was amazing, his mouth working on her pussy as his cock begged for her attention. She and Alex had done this before, and she knew her and Angel’s climaxes would be incredible. When Alex’s hands began to knead her buttocks, she felt her passion rise higher. Angel gripped her thighs and held her still as he made up for any restraint he’d been practicing earlier. His mouth was relentless, so she returned his tender assault in full measure. She licked and nibbled him, tracing the ridge around the head. “Yes,” she murmured, her mouth filled with his cock. “Yes, Angel…” Sweat coated their bodies as the passion between them climbed. Angel’s smell was sharper now, their bodies sliding deliciously against each other’s. The bed dipped as Alex apparently joined them. She lifted her head to question him, closing her mouth with a snap when she felt his

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finger slipped into her bottom. He must have used the balm she’d recalled from the earlier time he’d taken her ass, for now he easily filled her with two more fingers. The pressure was incredible, and she tried to shift both away and toward him. “Hold her, Angel,” Alex said, his voice low. “Take her closer.” Angel followed Alex’s command, his hands tight despite his slippery hold. He licked her, twirling his tongue around her clit and stabbing deep inside her. She sucked hard on Angel’s shaft as Alex placed the head of his cock between her buttocks. Easing inside of her, he let out a shout as he seated himself fully. She was so full of him, so close to release from Angel’s ministrations, that she screamed. Angel began to come, and she fastened her mouth over the broad cockhead, drinking his unique essence. He groaned beneath her, and she answered him in kind. He continued to lick her as Alex moved in and out of her bottom. She needed something more, though. Something to ease the ache spreading outward from her pussy. “Put your fingers in me, Angel.” She gasped. He stilled then did as she asked. It was just the touch she needed, and she screamed again as her climax took her. She faintly registered Alex’s shout of release as he shook from behind her. Alex withdrew from her with a grunt then smacked her bottom playfully. “That was unbelievable,” he breathed. She managed a nod of agreement, her heart racing and her body shaking. She was damp and replete and oh so satisfied. “Christ,” Angel moaned, using what she guessed was his favorite epithet. He would have made an interesting vicar, that was certain. He shifted as she climbed off of him. “Your taste, Tessa. God, your mouth.” Alex slumped on the bed, that knowing grin on his face. She fell beside him as Angel slowly sat up. “Oh, Alex.” “Was my lady pleased?” he asked. Angel let out a lusty yawn and settled on her other side. “Our

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lady,” he corrected. “Do not argue now, pray,” she said, closing her eyes. If they continued to stare each other down, she paid it no mind, nor any attention. “Tessa,” Alex began. She held up one hand. “No, Alex. Maintain your prickly association if you desire. I, however, am content to ignore it at present.” The two men fell silent. In surprise or obedience, she cared not. She chose instead to give herself over to the boneless sensation of being completely and utterly sated. **** Alex cradled Tessa in his arms, feeling the fine sheen of perspiration that coated her silken skin. She began to slumber, he knew. He could always tell when she drifted off to sleep. It was little wonder that she was worn out after tonight’s encounter. She’d sucked Angel’s cock deep down her throat, a feat to be sure. She’d rubbed her sweet pussy all over Angel’s pretty face as the man had clumsily eaten her. Their girl was so responsive her orgasm was probably more due to her innate sensuality than Angel’s clumsy manipulations. He grinned in the dark. Her sensuality and his cock buried deep in her tight ass. “I hadn’t expected that,” Angel said in a low voice. “What precisely do you mean?” Alex asked in return. “That you would…You took her in her bottom,” he whispered. “And it was delightful. If you weren’t so bloody big I would have suggested you do that.” He sensed Angel shift on Tessa’s other side. “Truly?” The man’s voice held a note of cautious hope, and Alex was briefly seized with a desire to crush it. He listened for Tessa’s steady breathing, assuring himself that she slept now before he spoke. “We

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have an agreement, Angel.” Silence met his words. Angel said nothing more, and Alex was not going to broach the subject of Tessa’s odd behavior in the dining room. She’d been vexed, something he’d never seen. Even when Angel had set her from him, the fool, she’d been hurt rather than angry. Alex, however, had been outraged. And astonished by the incredible stroke of luck that had brought her back to him. Now it seemed Tessa was becoming the woman he always suspected was inside. Beneath the docile exterior beat the heart of a goddess. She held a power over the two men in her life, though she didn’t quite accept it yet. He couldn’t be certain of Angel’s feelings, but for his part he relished the notion of his Tessa coming into her own. She was more than a sexual plaything, though she didn’t see that yet. She was everything to him. And, he suspected, to Angel. Damn his hide. With every encounter the three of them shared, Alex felt the rightness of what had started as a desperate measure to keep Tessa to him. Now? Now, unbelievably, he felt pleasure when Angel took Tessa. If she finally let herself go, the three of them could have the passion they’d just shared forever.

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Chapter 7 Angel rode into the village the next morning, his mind on the couple he’d left back at the house. Tessa and Alex had seemed quite cozy there in the parlor, she perched before a little desk set near a window while Alex read through the news sheets. Her position afforded her an advantage she was seemingly unaware of, the morning sun glinting dark fire off of her upswept hair and caressing her smooth cheeks. She was so bloody beautiful she made his heart ache. He had clients to see this morning, damn it. Work to do while Tessa’s lover lived a life of leisure. He smiled to himself in spite of that vexing fact. Was he not Tessa’s lover now as well? Strange, but last night he’d found as much pleasure from Tessa’s mouth as he had from her cries of pleasure as Alex did the forbidden. He took her in her bottom! Forbidden or not, when he’d said Angel should do it, he’d wanted to. Perhaps Alex was right, though. Perhaps his blasted cock was too big for that delicate opening. But what if he was high in her pussy while Alex had command of her ass? She would be an amazing instrument of passion between them. Her hot, wet pussy pulling him deep while Alex’s cock drove her even further over the edge. He hardened in his trousers and twitched in the saddle. It would not do to meet with a client with his cock at full staff. “The innkeeper’s wife naked in the stable,” he muttered. “The innkeeper’s wife naked in the stable. The innkeeper’s wife naked in the stable.” The litany began to ease the ache in his shaft. The innkeeper’s wife had a backside as wide as his horse’s and a face to match. The

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mere thought of her wearing nothing but her apron nearly caused his man bits to shrivel. He’d have to remember that when he wished to delay his climax with Tessa. He made his way to his office, located on High Street, and dismounted. A stable boy ran up to him, tugging his forelock. “’Mornin’, Mr. LeClare,” the lad said. “Good morning, Tim.” He handed him the reins. “Take good care of her today. I’m afraid I have a bit of work ahead of me.” “She’ll be snug and well-fed in the inn stables, Mr. LeClare.” Once again he pictured the innkeeper’s wife and stifled a grin. “Thank you.” The boy led the horse across the way to see to its comforts. Angel opened the iron gate and stepped toward his front door. “Hello, Mr. LeClare!” a woman called from in front of the dressmaker’s shop. He turned and eyed her, searching his mind for a moment. He nodded. “Good morning, Mrs. Carstairs.” The woman hurried toward him on the walk, her eyes bright with excitement. She was an older woman and had three daughters of marriageable age. As an eligible man new to the village, it was no mystery to him that she held such a keen interest in him. “How are you this morning?” she asked. “Fine. And yourself?” “Well, thank you.” She narrowed her eyes. “I heard you have moved out of the inn.” He merely nodded, waiting for what that fact might mean to her meddling mind. “Dare I say you are looking for a more permanent home?” she asked. “The vicarage is occupied, Mrs. Carstairs.” She twittered, an unattractive affectation in a woman of her years. “Of course, of course! I merely wondered where you might be keeping your fine self, if I may be so bold to ask.”

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As bold as brass. “I am residing with friends.” She looked about then leaned closer. “It is said that you are staying with Mr. Alex D’Bushey.” “Yes.” “How can you? Why, you were quite nearly our vicar!” His skin suddenly felt tight. “Excuse me?” Her eyes narrowed. “She is living there, Mr. LeClare.” Her face flushed with obvious titillation. “That Derbyshire girl.” Anger boiled in his belly. “What, precisely, are you saying?” “She is his…” “Watch your words.” He growled. She stared at him owlishly. “Oh, I mean no disrespect to Mr. D’Bushey!” It seemed an odd statement, and one he couldn’t let slip past him. “What do you mean, Mrs. Carstairs?” Now she paled, taking a step back. “Nothing, nothing. Mr. D’Bushey has been good for Oake, Mr. LeClare.” Her words rushed out in a flurry. “I am sure that if he gives shelter to Miss Derbyshire, there is nothing more to say about it.” With that she spun on her heel and hurried away from him. Something had spooked her. Something linked directly to Alex. She hadn’t seemed afraid precisely, but the mention of Alex seemed to strike an off note within her. “Bothersome tale-carrier,” he grumbled as he let himself into the office. The place was quiet and smelled of lemon oil and leather. The office had been unused for ten years at least, and he felt fortunate to find such a location after selling his living. He’d furnished the outer office with a small desk yet to be occupied by a clerk yet to be hired. In his own office a wide desk and comfortable chair were backed by shelves with his books, ledgers, and files. The chair creaked as he sat, not as comfortable as it had been previously. Mrs. Carstairs’s words, both before and after the mention

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of Alex’s name, gave him pause. “Hello?” A man’s voice called from the outer office, drawing him out of his reverie. Angel stood. “In my office,” he called back. A bear of a man stepped into the doorway, the small eyes in his florid face overshadowed by thick, black brows. “Mr. LeClare,” he said with a bob of his bushy head. “I’m a bit early, I know.” Angel smiled as he greeted his first client of the day, a milliner and successful shopkeeper in the village. “Nothing to worry over, Mr. Latham. Come in.” The man lumbered forward and sank into the chair in front of Angel’s desk. Angel sat and withdrew the top folder from the stack at his elbow. “Now, Mr. Latham, I believe there is the matter of your estate in regards to your son and daughter-in-law? The management of your store, the house and its contents, et cetera?” “Yes, yes.” Mr. Latham took the folder from Angel and placed it on the desk without another apparent thought. Angel blinked in surprise. “I thought if you had any points to review, we can—” Mr. Latham waved a beefy hand, cutting him off. “Whatever you’ve written will be sufficient, I’m sure.” Angel blinked. “Well, as much as I appreciate your trust in my work, I must insist you review the documents.” “I will, I will.” He leaned forward, his little eyes gleaming. “I heard over at the Rooster’s that you’re living up at D’Bushey’s house.” The hairs on the back of Angel’s neck stirred, but he kept his face impassive. “Yes, I am.” A sly grin stretched the man’s thick lips. “With Miss Derbyshire.” Angel fisted his hands to refrain from punching the man. “Yes.” Latham leaned back, folding his hands over his impressive girth.

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“Seems to me that you must know a bit of what goes on out there?” “What goes on? Mr. Latham, Mr. D’Bushey has been generous enough to welcome me into his home, as he has Miss Derbyshire. It is nothing more than that.” “Ha! I’ve seen her about the village. Bloody beautiful girl. If my wife were gone, I’d offer her more than hospitality myself.” Angel felt his ears grow hot. “See here, Latham.” “Now, now. I don’t mean no disrespect toward the girl, but there has to be some reason she’s been living with him all this time. Nigh on six months, I daresay.” Red flashed behind Angel’s eyes. “Miss Derbyshire is Mr. D’Bushey’s relation, sir.” It might not be true, but the people of Oake certainly believed so. That tale would serve Angel’s case this morning. “A distant cousin. To suggest anything untoward—” “I ain’t, I ain’t!” Latham hadn’t lost the oily glint in his eyes despite his words. “He’s a wealthy gentleman, is all. Randy, too. Before he extended his, er, hospitality to the girl, he’d rutted with half the women in the village.” That didn’t surprise Angel. “And?” “Just seems to me that if he don’t partake of the generosity of Oake’s ladies no more, there has to be a reason.” Angel pursed his lips, breathing slowly in and out through his nostrils until the buzzing in his head began to subside. He rose and placed his hands on the desk. “Take the folder, Mr. Latham. Please let me know if anything needs clarification and return it to me when you are ready to sign the documents.” Latham gaped at him for a moment, then stood. “All right, all right.” He took the file and turned to go. He stopped in the doorway and faced Angel again, his eyes darting about the room now. “Pray, don’t tell Mr. D’Bushey I said anything.” Then don’t pass tales like a washerwoman. Unable to give a banal comment, Angel nodded. “He’s a good customer,” Latham went on. “Seems every week

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he’s in buying something or other for his ‘cousin.’” With a nod and that last parting shot at Tessa, Latham took himself and his damn folder out of Angel’s office. Angel waited until he heard the door to the street close behind the man’s fat ass before slamming his fist down on the desk. “Christ!” he shouted. The fine people of Oake obviously thought Tessa was being kept by Alex, though they had nothing but innuendo to go on. The allusions to Alex’s generosity and commerce told him that the man had obviously spread his money around to keep Tessa’s name unsullied. He felt a grudging respect for Alex begin to bloom. Alex had said he wouldn’t ever give Tessa up. Protecting her reputation certainly gave credence to that assertion. What had he, Angel, ever done to keep her safe? He sank back into his chair, closing his eyes. Would Tessa ever forgive him for the horrible things he’d said on the night before their wedding? For the way he’d heartlessly cast her aside for a transgression that wasn’t entirely her fault? Whenever he glimpsed that fleeting tenderness in her gaze, he thought her forgiveness was a possibility. There was a strong connection between her and Alex, however. One that was more advantageous to Tessa’s well-being than he would have imagined when he first learned of their living arrangements. As for Tessa’s behavior? The good people of Oake had no notion what kept the girl at Alex’s house. Angel knew. As much as it galled him to admit to himself, he knew full well. Tessa gave herself to Alex not out of any obligation, familial or financial. Of that, Angel knew without question. She cared for the man. Uncertainty churned sourly in Angel’s belly. Why she gave herself to him was more of a mystery. ****

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By the late afternoon Angel was ready to throw up his hands. Taking his noon meal at the Rooster’s Comb had the effect to assure him that Mrs. Carstairs and Mr. Latham were suitable representations of the perceptions of both Alex’s character and Tessa’s ruination. Nothing blatant was stated, not with Angel’s reproach and Alex’s money to consider. That sordid business was good for Angel, though. His ledger reflected monies billed, and he gave a nod and closed it. It seemed that his living arrangements both titillated the villagers and raised Angel’s reputation in their redoubtable estimation. The contradiction was apparently lost on them. He made a few notes of the next day’s appointments and leaned back in his chair. Taking this position in Oake would prove profitable. Living with Alex and Tessa would prove advantageous as well. “We need to see the esteemed Angel LeClare,” a man’s voice called from the outer office. Angel recognized it as Alex’s and set aside his ledger. “In my office,” he called. Alex stepped inside and Angel spied Tessa behind him. His pulse sped up as he drank in her beauty. She looked about the room, shyly curious, while Alex let out a whistle. “It seems you’re doing well.” He snorted. “Perhaps I should charge you for your living arrangements.” “I’d be happy to contribute to the household,” Angel snapped. “Do not argue,” Tessa said softly. Alex touched her hand, which seemed to calm her unease. “We are not here to argue, Tessa. I give you my word.” “Why, then, are you here?” Angel had to know. Alex’s grin was all the answer he required.

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Chapter 8 Alex relished the look of surprise on Angel’s face. Surprisingly, the heat in the man’s gaze as he looked at Tessa didn’t affect Alex the way it would have just last week. Yes, he wanted to be the only man to keep Tessa. But Angel’s involvement brought a level of satisfaction Alex had never truly considered when he’d proposed their odd arrangement. “Tessa and I were just at the milliner’s,” he told Angel. A dark look crossed the other man’s face. “The milliner,” he grumbled. “Surely you do not fault me for buying Tessa some pretty little things,” Alex countered. “No.” Angel rubbed his hand over his face then shook his head. “Mr. Latham was here this morning. Carrying tales.” In an instant Alex grasped Angel’s meaning. He shot a glance at Tessa, whose lovely mouth was an O of surprise. Alex stiffened as heat suffused his body. “Does he not value my business?” Alex growled. Angel laughed harshly, splaying a hand on top of the leatherwrapped ledger to his left. “He pays well for mine.” He met Alex’s gaze. “And he will keep his fat mouth shut.” The glare in Angel’s eyes told Alex far more than any of his repeated professions of regret over his abysmal treatment of Tessa. She had another champion, though Alex couldn’t fault the man for his protection. Tessa was easy to love. “What did Mr. Latham say, Angel?” Tessa asked. Angel shrugged, that glint absent now. “Nothing of import, love.”

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The man’s easy use of the endearment curled sourly in Alex’s belly. “Shall I pay a call on the shopkeeper?” he asked. “No,” Angel said. “He all but told me how much he counts on your business.” Alex settled in the chair before Angel’s desk. “And right he should. As should the lot of those dolts.” Angel opened his mouth to say something more, apparently stopping himself as he gazed at Tessa. Alex would try to get the man alone and question him further. Tessa would not be sullied by the idle gossips in Oake, that was certain. “Let us not talk about the florid-faced Latham any longer,” Alex said. He glanced over at Tessa, seeing that worried frown still marring her face. He gave her a wink. “Tessa, love, do show Angel what we purchased this afternoon at the dressmaker’s.” “But, Alex—” “I am gratified that I convinced you to at least consider allowing me to make some purchases for you, love. Please do not deny me the pleasure of catching Angel’s countenance when he sees my favorite article.” She lost her frown, and, despite the blush coloring her cheeks, she raised the skirt of her walking dress to reveal the whisper-thin stockings caressing her gorgeous legs. Pert pink bows trimmed both garters. To his delight she wore no drawers. Ah, Tessa. She had obviously taken all the naughty suggestions he’d made in the dressmaker’s backroom to her caring heart. Alex could glimpse the dark, damp curls at the apex of her creamy thighs. Alex cast a glance in Angel’s direction. The man appeared to have swallowed his tongue. His nostrils flared, his eyes darkened, and Alex also caught Tessa’s scent. His cock grew hard in his trousers, and he watched Angel shift in his chair as he was equally affected. Angel stood and crossed to her, pulling her to him. “Christ,” he murmured, settling his mouth on hers. His hands stroked over her ass,

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her legs. “I heartily approve of this purchase,” he breathed. “These stockings are nearly as smooth as your legs.” Alex eyed her bare bottom and caught Angel’s urgency. He rose and grabbed Tessa, turning her and bracing her hands on Angel’s fine desk. “I have to have you first, love,” he ground out, caressing her ass. She purred as she wriggled in his hold. Angel shook his head. “Now see here, Alex…” “I must, Angel.” Alex freed his aching cock, giving it a long slow stroke. “If you take her first, she’ll be ruined for me this afternoon.” Angel’s brows shot up in surprise. Did the man truly not realize how big his cock was? He frowned then went back to kissing Tessa’s sweet mouth. “Oh, Alex.” She sighed between Angel’s kisses as Alex reached beneath and fingered her clit. It was hot and swollen, attempting to hide among her slick folds. His thumb was relentless, though, and she arched as she neared release. “Oh, please…” “Tell me, Tessa,” he rasped, slipping a finger deep into her cunt. “Tell me what you want.” Again she blushed, but she turned her head from Angel to look over her shoulder at him. “Take me, Alex.” It was all the encouragement he needed. He surged inside of her with one deep thrust. With Angel’s mouth again on hers, her moans were muffled but no less like music to him. Her pussy held him tight, pulling and clenching as he began to move inside her. He gripped her hips and rotated a bit, earning another gasp of delight from her. “Hurry, Alex,” Angel urged, his preposterous shaft now free and straining in his own hand. “Christ, will you hurry.” One drop of liquid glistened on the head of Angel’s cock, and Alex saw Tessa staring as well. Renewing his thrusts, he brought her closer and closer to release. “Feel me, Tessa,” he ground out. “Take me. You’ll have Angel inside of you soon enough.” She wore that expression of shock again, but it was quickly

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eclipsed by obvious bliss as her climax took her. Her pussy pulled tight around his cock as he clutched the cheeks of her ass in his hands. She was so soft up against his belly, rubbing against him as she sobbed her release. He came in the next moment, great spurts that nearly turned him inside out. “My God,” he said then laughed softly. “It seems I’ve taken up your habit of exalted epithets, Angel.” Angel shook his head and reached for Tessa. Alex slipped out of her pussy, acutely feeling the loss. Angel spun Tessa to face him and bent her back over the desk. He somehow managed to cram his huge cock deep in her pussy, and she screamed with delight. Her lovely legs, clad in those pretty stockings, wrapped around Angel’s waist as he pounded into her. “Tessa, Tessa,” he chanted, his head thrown back. She shook her head back and forth, no doubt lost in her renewed passion. “Angel!” she cried. Alex felt her climax to his soul as she undulated on the desk. Angel was relentless, never ceasing his thrusts until she once more screamed out her release. With heaving breaths Angel shook, his cock still deep within her. He kissed Tessa after his climax and smiled that silly grin. “All right,” Alex managed to say. The scene between Angel and Tessa had affected him in a way he hadn’t imagined. Their pleasure together seemed so right, Angel’s taking of her as she still trembled from Alex’s coupling, seemed to make them all one. How odd that his adversary had somehow become his partner for this brief moment. The strange twisting in his gut was all the evidence he needed that this would take some getting used to. “Come, love,” Alex said. “Let us leave Angel to his business.” Tessa nodded but was slow to recover. Alex helped her to her feet, smoothing her skirts down over her shaking legs. Angel stuffed himself back into his trousers, still wearing that grin. Alex gave him a nod. “We shall see you at dinner?”

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Angel blinked. “Of course.” Of course. Alex watched as Angel bestowed a tender kiss on Tessa’s lips before stepping back. Without another word to Angel, Alex led her out of the office and back to his carriage. She looked pensive as they began the short journey home. “What is it, Tessa mine?” he asked. She faced him, her dainty brows drawn together. “Tell me what you and Angel were trying so hard not to discuss in front of me.” “I don’t know what you—” “What did the milliner say?” she cut in. “I don’t know,” he said. “But trust me on this, love. No tales will pass through the village.” She seemed to want to say more but instead pressed her full lips together. She was a contradiction to be sure. Giving herself so completely to both of them in Angel’s office, a sexual being intent on only pleasure. But now? Now she was the sharp woman whose appearance he’d come to eagerly anticipate. “What is troubling you, Tessa?” “I am not a plaything, Alex,” she stated. Her voice was as soft as usual but held conviction. “I am capable of sharing in more than a tryst with the two of you. I am capable of conversation.” “I suspect you are,” he answered. “Though I admit that one glimpse of that delectable mouth of yours makes me think of things other than words.” She waved a hand. “You do not listen to me.” He tilted his head. “I daresay you held your own the other night in the parlor. However…” “However?” “There is something you’re keeping from me, love.” Pain flitted across her beautiful face. “I cannot bear to think about what I have become.” Anger churned in his belly. “What, pray, have you become?” “I am your mistress but now I am also having relations with

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Angel. It is unseemly.” “Why do you think so? For me it has proven to feel quite fitting.” Her eyes grew round. “Fitting?” “Yes. Angel and I both want you, Tessa.” He gave her a small smile. “I believe what just transpired in his office proves that point.” “Lust, Alex.” She let out a shuddering sigh. “Lust is not fitting. It is…tawdry.” “Do not speak so,” he snapped. She straightened her shoulders. “Am I not allowed to speak my mind, then?” “You are.” “Then do not tell me what my feelings should be or how I should express them.” He hid his smile. For so long she seemed afraid to voice her opinions about anything, from hair ribbons at the milliner’s to what was served in their dining room to what acts they performed in their bed. This Tessa, asserting herself even after giving over complete sexual control to two men, was proving to be more than he even knew he wanted when she came to him last spring. “You have leave to say anything you wish in front of me, love.” Giving a nod, she settled back against the seat. “Good.” He was more determined than ever that Angel would not take her from him. Only now, it seemed to grow more difficult with each encounter to imagine a life without the other man in it as well. His mood soured, and he, too, fell silent as the carriage rolled on. **** Tessa sat at the small desk in the parlor, sheets of paper spread on the surface in front of her. Her little sister’s name was carefully written across the page, a girl who would never get this missive. Over the past months Tessa had written so many letters to her sister. She’d left the family to go to Alex’s estate two years ago, only to return to

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the family’s tiny home after her ruination. The baby had been a shock, one her father never acknowledged. Her mother had been the strong one during the quiet tragedy of the baby’s birth and death, yet Tessa could never contact her now. Not while she still lived in sin with Alex…and Angel. They knew she lived with Alex but still believed he was her cousin. They did not know about her betrothal to Angel nor the abrupt end to it. She wrote feverishly now, pouring out her heart to her sister in the letter. She didn’t confess all of the sinful acts she performed with the two gentlemen keeping her. Their visit to Angel’s office two days earlier had been amazing, but she could never admit that she’d reveled in everything they did to her. She couldn’t bear for her sister to know the true depths of her fall. It was vexing, for she didn’t feel like a fallen woman when Alex and Angel were loving her. In Alex’s arms she felt like the woman she was supposed to be. With every one of Angel’s kisses she felt a piece of her heart mend. It seemed like her heart and her body both reveled in the company of the two of them. She’d come to sense a tenderness in Alex she’d never seen before and a passionate side to Angel she’d never expected. “Tessa?” Alex said from the doorway. She stacked the pages and spread her hands on the desk. Turning, she smiled at her first lover. “Hello, Alex.” He stepped closer. He was dressed well today as always, handsome and smooth and so Alex. Her body gave a twitch, and she suddenly longed to feel his hands on her flesh. He closed the door and came near to her. She could smell his spicy scent now and imagined she could feel his heat from across the few feet separating them. “What are you about, love?” He eyed the sheets of paper and gave a shake of his head. “Writing another letter you will not permit me to see sent?”

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She nodded, then slowly and methodically tore the papers until no words written were whole. “My family cannot know more than where I reside now, Alex. I couldn’t bear it.” “Are you ashamed of what we share, Tessa?” His face was creased with worry lines as he stepped near. “What we now share with Angel?” She nibbled her lower lip. Oh, if only she could lie to him! “No, Alex.” She sighed. “I am not.” A smile teased his lips, but the worried frown only eased a bit. “I do not wish to see you upset, love. When you came to me after Angel…” “Don’t speak of it.” He let out a breath. “As you wish. And before that? Tessa, before that your tears stayed with me.” She blinked at him. He had never spoken of that first time, when he’d taken her against her will. She’d tried to say no, had sobbed and begged until his potent sensuality overwhelmed her. He had seemed unmoved, and it had taken all of her nerve to go to him a year and a half later when the promise of her marriage to Angel was dead and gone. “I don’t like to think of that time, Alex.” “I know.” He took her hand and she rose. He led her over to the settee and they sat. “Tell me of the child.” Pain stabbed at her. They’d never spoken of him. “I cannot.” “Please.” His eyes bore into hers. “Please, love.” She licked her lips and gave a nod. “He looked a bit like you.” He blinked rapidly, then nodded himself. “How you must have hated me then.” “No,” she admitted. “I thought of nothing but getting through the ordeal. He came early and was so small and sickly. As horrid as it is to admit, it is a blessing he did not live.” “Darling Tessa.” He pulled her close. “I regret everything that happened at my family’s estate. Everything that happened between

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you and Angel as well.” He kissed the top of her head. “I regret everything but finding you.” She leaned back and searched his face, seeing sincerity there. He was usually so smooth, so unruffled. This evening, however? This evening he wore an expression of concern she’d rarely glimpsed on his face before. Could he really regret all that happened to bring her to this? “I do not know what you wish me to say,” she admitted. He smiled that Alex smile and stroked her cheek. “Tell me you will no longer feel ashamed, Tessa. Not about the past and not about the present.” “How can I do such a thing?” She shook her head. “This is all very new to me.” “And to me,” he said softly and lost his smile. She stared at him for a beat. “You are very worldly, Alex.” “I have never had a woman live with me, Tessa.” Her mind boggled at that admission. “Never?” “Never.” Thankfully, he smiled again. “Nor the man that was very nearly that particular woman’s husband.” She laughed despite herself at his words. He brought his delicious mouth to hers, and she opened hers to taste him. Soon her pulse sang and her body trembled in his arms. The sound of throat clearing broke through to her, and Alex chuckled against her lips. He pulled away from her and she glimpsed Angel over his shoulder. Her heart tripped, and she feared she was indeed falling in love with him again. “Ah, dear Angel,” Alex said.

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Chapter 9 Angel looked from Alex to Tessa, almost seeing the invisible connection between them. He pushed aside his irritation when he glimpsed Tessa’s face. It was clear to him that she was upset. Her eyes looked moist and the tip of her nose was red. His stomach clenched and he hurried over to her. It would have been a close squeeze to insinuate himself beside her with Alex on the settee with her, so he simply fell to his knees before her and grasped her hand. “Tessa, what is it?” “Are you concerned with her now, Angel?” Alex asked. He glared at Alex and focused once more on Tessa. “Something is clearly wrong. Tell me.” She shook her head, but when she pulled away from Alex by increments, he allowed himself to feel a touch of satisfaction. “Alex and I were just talking, Angel. About the past.” He felt the blood drain from his head. “I was so wrong, Tessa. Last spring, when I—” “We spoke of earlier,” she cut in. “The time before.” In an instant he knew she spoke of Alex’s assault. And of the lost child. “Tessa, I…” He couldn’t form the words. “This doesn’t concern you, Angel,” Alex bit out. “Ah, but it does. In a fashion.” Tessa lifted her head to face him. “How?” He took in a breath. “When you told me of that, I only thought of myself,” he said, his throat thick. “I should have comforted you. Not condemned you.”

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“But condemn her you did,” Alex snapped. Tessa closed her eyes and Angel felt the full impact of what he’d done to her in the spring. “Forgive me,” he said. She opened her eyes again. “Angel, I…” She said nothing more as she caught Alex’s eye. Something passed between her and Alex, and he could not ignore it at present. “Tell me what I can do,” Angel said. She shook her head. “It is all in the past. As sharp as the pain of everything that happened was…” She looked at Alex again. “Matters have seemed to set themselves to rights.” “I do not understand.” “What happened between Alex and me two years ago,” she said, closing her eyes briefly. “What you did to me last April…Everything brought me here.” “Then you’ve forgiven Alex?” he scoffed. “Of everything he did to you?” “Angel, see here!” Alex said. Tessa placed her hand on Alex’s arm, and the man calmed. “Please, love,” Angel implored. “You’ve forgiven Alex, and I have no right to speak against that. Say you will consider according me the same consideration? God knows I do not deserve it, but I must know you will at least consider granting me such a boon.” She searched his face, but he would not guess what she looked for. He would pray, however, that she could see the sincerity. He was wholly and completely sorry for what he’d done. At last she inclined her head. “I shall consider it.” Unable to stop himself, he grabbed her and kissed her sweet lips. Her mouth opened to his tongue, and everything he’d felt since he’d walked into the parlor, guilt, anger, and frustration, seemed to dissipate. In the next moment his body went rigid, his cock beginning to throb with need.

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“Easy, Angel,” Alex said. “I cannot,” he answered, all but dragging Tessa onto the floor with him. Alex cursed. He rose and crossed to the doors, sealing them tight. “Then at least allow me to lock out the staff.” Angel waved a hand as he sat on the settee, Tessa all but in his lap. “Do what you must. I have to taste Tessa now.” He made quick work of her bodice. He freed her amazing breasts to his hands, his mouth. “Ah, love,” he murmured, dragging his tongue over one nipple. “Angel,” she gasped, clutching her fingers in his hair. She arched against his mouth, and he settled his aching cock between her thighs. He worked her skirt up to her waist, stroking her hot, wet pussy through her drawers. “You want me,” he whispered. “In spite of everything, you want me.” “She wants both of us,” Alex said. “We are two lucky bastards.” Angel lifted his mouth from her sweet breast and saw Alex watching intently. “Both of us?” Angel asked. Alex grinned. “What do you say, Tessa?” Her eyes widened. “Surely such a thing isn’t possible?” “Ah, but it is,” Alex said. He opened a drawer in a side table near a window and lifted a jar into the air. Angel had no notion of its contents, but Tessa apparently did. “Oh!” she cooed. Alex threw his head back and laughed. “Ah, Tessa! That’s our girl.” Angel felt a touch of satisfaction at the man’s words. She did belong to both of them, and Alex at last acknowledged that fact. “Wait,” he began. “What is the import of that jar?” “Balm, Angel,” Alex said. “It shall ease my way into Tessa’s lovely ass.” He knew in a flash what Alex meant. He would take her bottom and Angel would take her pussy. “At the same time?” he had to ask.

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“Trust me, Angel,” Alex said. He lifted Tessa to her feet and began to undress her. “Sit up and take your clothes off. I’ll show you how perfectly we all shall fit.” Angel scrambled to a seated position, and a wondrously naked Tessa settled in his lap. He tore at his jacket and shirt, stripping down to his trousers. He was on fire now, his cock so heavy it was almost painful. He freed himself with a groan. “Do hurry,” he said, sucking her breasts once again. “I’m full to bursting.” Alex stepped behind Tessa, naked now. “That is why I’m taking her ass and you’re taking her pussy.” Angel glanced down at his straining cock and knew there was a good chance he’d hurt her if he tried to penetrate her bottom. However, when Alex fingered that secret hole she let out such a purr of delight he wished for a heartbeat that he was less generously endowed. She arched toward him, her thighs squeezing tight as Alex probed her. Angel caressed her buttocks, feeling every ripple of sensation that trembled through her body. “Oh, Alex,” she urged. “Don’t tease me.” Alex laughed low in his throat and began to press closer. When Tessa closed her eyes in rapture, he knew Alex was inside of her now. “That’s it,” Alex said, moving in and out of her ass. “Take me, Tessa.” She nodded wordlessly, clutching at Angel’s shoulders. Slipping one hand underneath her, Angel touched her pussy. She was scalding hot, dripping wet, as Alex thrust inside her. He fingered her clit, earning a cry of sheer need. “Angel!” She was so hot between them now, writhing as he teased her from beneath. He shoved two fingers into her pussy, stunned to feel Alex moving in her ass from within. What would that feel like when his cock was high inside her? “Are you ready, Tessa?” he asked, flicking his thumb over her clit. Alex grunted then let out a growl. “Fuck her, Angel,” he

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commanded. “Take her pussy now.” Tessa nodded again, moving in rhythm to Alex’s thrusts. Angel wanted to join them in perfect accord. Positioning the head of his cock at the lips of her pussy, he shifted so that she slipped closer. Inch by inch he lowered her onto his shaft as Alex followed her without missing a stroke. In one thrust she engulfed him. “Oh, my God!” she cried. “So much!” Angel stilled. “Are we hurting you?” he managed to ask. His cock throbbed in protest as her pussy pulled tight around it. “I’ll stop if you wish it.” “No, no,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Take me, Angel.” He began to move again. He thrust inside as Alex withdrew and then they reversed the movement. The effect on his cock was astounding, her pussy clenching tight as Alex stroked within her from behind. Tessa made the most delicious sounds as they both roused her to a fever pitch. “I can feel you, Angel,” Alex groaned. “You’re so bloody big inside of her.” “I feel you,” he rasped, squeezing his eyes shut as his climax neared. “I never…Christ!” In a moment of clarity he fingered Tessa’s clit and was rewarded with her sweet scream of release. Her pussy drank him in as he began to come. Again and again he thrust up into her as Alex let out a shout of completion. Angel was lost in sensation as Tessa collapsed against him. He was still in her, could still feel Alex in her as they settled in a satisfied heap. Alex slipped out of her and collapsed at Angel’s side. Tessa cuddled in Angel’s lap and kissed them both. “I have never…Oh, to have both of you!” Angel couldn’t stop grinning if he tried. Alex gave a nod, his eyes slipping closed. “What we just shared…The three of us. It was amazing,” Alex

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said, breathing hard around his words. “We belong together, Tessa. Admit it.” Tessa said nothing for a long moment, and Angel began to fear that Alex had said too much. “Yes, Alex,” she whispered at last. “We belong together.” Alex sighed in obvious satisfaction, but Angel heard something else in Tessa’s voice. He had very nearly become a man of the cloth, after all. To his ears, her admission sounded very much like a confession, and with it something more. Remorse or shame or guilt, he couldn’t guess. Trepidation filled him. Loving her as Alex moved inside her as well brought him more pleasure than he could have imagined. He’d felt every stroke of Alex’s cock as they both made love to her. Something had indeed changed between the three of them tonight. More than that, however, their dear Tessa had changed as well. Angel feared that change would not bode well for the three of them. He held Tessa close as their bodies lost the heat of passion and a chill danced over his flesh. “Come, Tessa. Let us get you dressed.” Alex roused as well and the two of them clothed her with far more care than the manner in which they’d stripped her earlier. Once dressed, she wore a contemplative expression on her face, mirroring the note Angel had caught in her voice earlier. The languid satisfaction that had filled his limbs not five minutes earlier fled as unease soured his belly. He and Alex dressed as well, and the three of them climbed the stairs to their chambers to ready for dinner. Long after dinner, after they had licked and kissed and fucked her again in Alex’s big bed, Angel could not shake the worry that had gripped him since their explosive encounter in the parlor. Had it been too much for her? Was she coming to the realization that she does not need two men in her life? In her bed? He might have almost been her legal husband, but Alex was her rescuer. Angel

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would have to discuss the matter with him. He had said there was no way he would lose Tessa. Well, there was no way in hell Angel would either. He only prayed that Tessa wouldn’t make the decision for them. **** Alex stared up at the dark ceiling, Tessa curled up against his side. He and Angel had wrought three climaxes out of her tonight, even after their taking of her in the parlor. Their girl was so hot, her entire being so sensitive to their loving, that she melted with them. God, the feel of her tight ass holding him as Angel slid his massive cock in and out of her pussy had been like nothing he’d ever felt before. He wanted to do it again, and soon. He grinned to himself. Not that licking her pussy as Angel thrust into her mouth wasn’t delightful, too. Then she’d sucked Alex as well, keening with pleasure as Angel fucked her from behind. It was simply astounding. She’d been so quiet at dinner, though. She wasn’t a woman to prattle on about things, that was true. But a thin line of worry had marred her brow, disappearing only later when she came so hard his ears still rang with her cries. Had what he and Angel done been too much for her? She came in the parlor, that was undeniable. Yet their conversation before and after Angel’s arrival stuck with him. She still worried over what had happened in the past. She fretted over their living arrangement now. She might have spoken her forgiveness, but it was a poor substitute for having her at last give herself completely, body and soul. Her body they had for certain. Her soul? Maybe Angel should read a few sermons here in their bed to lend some comfort to their girl. Alex had originally wanted to keep her for himself. However, now that he and Angel had fucked her together, he felt himself shifting his desires to include the man in his future with Tessa. Did he want to

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keep Angel with them? Did Tessa want to make what they shared a permanent arrangement? She let out a sigh and burrowed against his neck. Setting aside his worry, he breathed in her scent and it calmed him. Tomorrow would be soon enough to discuss matters with the sainted Angel. Tonight he would take comfort in the knowledge that even after giving herself to Angel so many times now, she still preferred to sleep in his arms. He would take that as a good omen. One of the luckiest days of his life had been the day she’d shown up at his mother’s house, second only to the day she’d come to him after Angel cast her out. He was no fool. He’d been blessed with good fortune and was damned if he would let it slip away from him.

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Chapter 10 Alex strolled once more down High Street, alone this afternoon. He’d tried to entice Tessa into a shopping trip, but since their interlude in Angel’s office three days past, she had refused to leave the house. Mrs. Iverson took care of her needs, food and drink and any creature comforts. Alex saw that nothing came up lacking. There was no true need for Tessa to ever venture into the village. He did not, however, wish for her to avoid the place. He paused in front of the milliner’s. Perhaps he would pay a call on the lecherous lout. He passed two women on their way out, their arms holding packages. “Why, Mr. Latham,” he drawled, letting the door close behind him. “Mr. D’Bushey!” the man crowed. “Welcome, welcome!” Alex threw a glance about the crowded store and arched a brow. “Business must be good.” “Yes, yes.” Latham stepped closer. “Are you here in Oake to pay a call on Mr. LeClare, perhaps?” “Of course.” Alex answered. “Although, Mr. LeClare is staying at my home. Surely you must know that we speak quite regularly.” The man went as white as the linens spread on the table before him. “Oh, I…Mr. LeClare has proven very valuable to me.” “Oh?” Alex asked. “I do recall his saying you have business with him. Of course, that is not all he said.” Latham’s fat cheeks wobbled as he hurried over to Alex. He motioned wildly for Alex to join him at the back of the store, away from the prying eyes of his patrons, no doubt.

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Alex followed at his own pace. “I take it you have something of a private nature to say to me?” “Pray, do not take offense. I know of your familial connection to, ah, Miss Derbyshire.” Alex stared at him for a long moment, relishing the unease on his ruddy face. “I do not much like for my cousin’s name to be bandied about the village, Latham. I thought we had discussed this several months ago.” “Yes, yes!” Latham rushed out. “I merely asked after the lady’s welfare, is all.” Alex snorted. “Hardly. But as long as you do not persist in talecarrying, I have no qualms continuing my patronage. And that of my houseguests.” “Capital, capital,” Latham said. He brightened and gestured about the store. “Surely you would like to purchase something for Miss Derbyshire this afternoon?” Alex laughed softly. “You have a set of brass balls, Latham,” he said. “However, I do believe she might like those silk scarves I saw in the window. The pretty blue ones on the left.” A smile curved the other man’s thick lips. “Let me make a gift of them.” He barked an order to a clerk near the front of the store to retrieve them and faced Alex once more. “It is the least I can do for such a valued customer.” Alex gave a nod as he waited for the scarves to be wrapped. He took the parcel from the clerk and turned to go. “Have a good day, Latham.” “Thank you, Mr. D’Bushey! You as well.” Alex said no more as he left the store. “Perverted old goat,” he grumbled as he strode toward Angel’s office. He opened the door to the outer chamber and called out a greeting. “Come, Alex,” Angel returned from his office. Alex shut the door to the street and entered Angel’s space. “Good

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afternoon, Angel.” Angel held up a hand as he feverishly wrote something on the paper before him. He quickly perused the sheet, gave a nod, and slipped it into a folder. Setting it aside, he raised his head to face Alex. “Good afternoon.” “Business is good?” Alex asked, far more interested in Angel’s answer than he had been in Latham’s. “It’s growing,” Angel allowed. He stretched to peer over Alex’s shoulder, a hopeful expression on his face. “Is Tessa not with you?” “No.” He sat the package of scarves on the desk and sat to face Angel. “I could not entice her to join me this afternoon.” Angel’s fair brows drew together. “That is not…Alex, I have an inkling that something grave is troubling our girl.” Alex opened his mouth to correct his words, and then he shut it. Tessa was their girl, in spite of Alex’s intentions when he’d first proposed this arrangement. “I do as well.” Angel raked his fingers through his hair and leaned back in his chair. “That night we both took her.” The memory of bliss crossed his face, gone in a moment. “Something changed that night. I felt it.” “I feel it still,” Alex said. The words that had come to him over the past few days rose to the front of his mind. Taking a breath, he forged ahead. “Angel, I love Tessa. I have almost from the start.” “You admit it at last?” Angel asked. Alex blinked. “At last? What do you mean?” Angel fiddled with the papers on his desk, his eyes downcast. “I have seen it, Alex.” “You’ve seen…I cannot deny it.” Angel swallowed audibly. “She loves you, too.” Alex’s heart tripped at the other man’s words. “Tell me you’ve seen that as well?” “Yes.” Angel let out a sigh. “I can no longer fathom taking her from you.” Alex felt a blooming in his chest. “God, what fools we’ve been.”

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Angel slid him a look. “Explain your meaning, pray?” “I wanted to keep her to me. She loves you, it is clear to me. And you believe she loves my blighted soul? Astounding.” Angel folded his hands. “What do we do now?” Alex shook his head. “I admit that something changed that night. And not just for Tessa.” Angel smiled now. “I admit it surpassed anything I ever thought to experience.” His pretty face reddened. “I never felt anything like it. Alex, I…When I first saw her I was captivated by her beauty.” “Who wouldn’t be?” Alex offered. “It nearly drove me mad.” Angel shook his head. “No. I asked her to marry me, but I never took the time to know her soul. She is all sweetness and fire, a compelling combination.” “Our girl is amazing, Angel. We have to find a way to keep her with us.” “Together?” Alex blew out a breath. “Yes. Can you see yourself staying with us?” Angel took a breath then shrugged. “To be perfectly honest, I cannot see myself without the two of you.” Alex stood and clasped him on the shoulder, letting out a laugh. “Who would have thought it, eh?” Angel laughed as well. The both of them sobered shortly, however. “What of Tessa?” Alex asked. “She seems so withdrawn, save when we’re loving her,” Angel said. “She writes letters to her family, Angel. Letters she refuses to let me post. And today? She declined a ride into the village. I’m sure it is because of what the villagers are saying.” Angel frowned. “No one will make our Tessa hide from the world.” Alex thought for a moment. “We have to convince her that we

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love her. That she isn’t just a…What did she tell me after that time in your office? Ah, she said she wasn’t merely a plaything.” “She is unaware of just how right she was. She is everything, Alex.” “But will she believe us if we tell her so?” Angel wore a look of contemplation then shook his head. “I don’t know.” Alex stood. “Are you finished here?” “Yes. What of my horse?” “My driver will see it secured behind us. You and I have much to discuss on the short ride back home.” **** Tessa stared at the sheet of paper before her. It was blank, save for her little sister’s name. She couldn’t bear to write another letter to the girl. What was the point? She would never let Alex send it. To allow her family to know about her situation would mean admitting that she let herself be carried away by her passions and emotions. Just like her fall with Alex years ago, she’d thrown herself under the direct influence of another. She laughed without humor. “Even worse than that. I am now under the control of two men.” Two men who argued almost unceasingly over everything involving her life. The other night, after they’d argued over the temperature of the room, for goodness sake, she had had enough. And yet she had eagerly welcomed both of them into her body again. She craved them, which made her a weaker soul than she’d worried she’d become when she agreed to Alex’s naughty proposition. She couldn’t go home. She had fallen so far below those poor but decent people. She could move into the village. Work as a clerk in the milliner’s, perhaps. Mr. Latham was always kind to her, though after what Angel and Alex had discussed that afternoon last week she

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guessed that the shopkeeper traded in gossip as well as hats and fripperies. The Rooster’s Comb could undoubtedly use a new serving maid. She’d served her father for years and helped her mother in the kitchen. She gave a nod. It was a sound plan. She wiped at the tears suddenly on her cheeks. It was a pity that her plan gave no consideration to her primary concern. She was hopelessly in love with two men who considered her nothing more than a bauble to fight and fuss over. She stared at the paper, her dear sister’s name blurring through her tears. Crying out in frustration, she crumpled it up and threw it to the floor. “Tessa?” she heard Alex say from the doorway. She looked up to see Alex and Angel standing there, identical expressions on their faces for once in their short association. They looked both concerned and curious. She would not take note of how lovely they both looked, though. Alex’s dark sensuality set beside Angel’s bright beauty was an intoxicating combination. “Yes,” she managed to answer. “What is troubling you?” Angel asked, coming closer. She sniffed and smiled up at him. “Nothing.” “Bollocks,” Alex said, striding over to join them. “Look at me.” She took a breath and looked into his eyes. What did he see? A woman longing to stand on her own two feet? Or the object of sexual desire that kept the two men entertained for the time being. “You’ve been crying,” Alex said. He toed the crumpled paper and sneered. “Writing another letter to your family.” She waved a hand and turned away. “I will not send it, Alex. It is of no consequence.” He muttered something and Angel took her hand. “We have something to say to you, Tessa.” He appeared nervous, almost like he’d looked on the night before their wedding when he admitted to his indiscretions in London. “I daresay it is something that should have

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been said weeks ago.” Tessa blinked and looked to Alex. He wore a grave expression. A cold realization settled on her. “Oh, no,” she murmured. This is what she wanted, was it not? To be set free to make her own way? With the prospect before her she felt her breath leave her in a rush. “Say it then, Angel.” She trembled but stood her ground. “Alex, do just state your intentions.” “Our intentions?” To her surprise, he laughed softly. “Tessa, our intentions are honorable.” “Honorable?” she whispered. Angel smiled. “As honorable as we can arrange, love.” “W–What?” she asked. They each took one of her hands in theirs. “We want to live with you,” Angel said. “Forever, here in this house,” Alex put in. She looked from one to the other, seeing only determination. Anger, hot and sharp, suffused her. “Absolutely not!” she shouted. “Tessa…” Angel began. “I will not continue to indulge in such a sinful manner, Angel. With either one of you, Alex.” “Tessa mine,” Alex put in. “Yours?” She let out a harsh laugh. “Yours. Of course. Until Angel wants to fuck me. Then you’ll watch until your jealousy gets the better of you.” Alex shook his head wildly. “No, love. That might have been true the first time—” “The first time, the last time. It makes no difference. Alex, admit it. You fight like two dogs over the last scrap of meat in the larder.” “Do not speak so of yourself, Tessa,” Angel implored. “I assure you, we do not think of you that way.” She rounded on him. “No. Truth be told, the two of you only think of yourselves. Well, I will no longer be a property to be bartered over

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and bargained for.” Alex pulled her to him, holding her tight as he rained kisses on her hair, her cheek. “Tessa, love. I was wrong to propose this arrangement like I did. It was selfish of me.” She stilled and looked up at him. “What?” “I was selfish, but I had good reason. I was afraid you would leave me otherwise. Tessa, I love you.” Gone was the smooth sexuality, the playful, teasing rake. In that man’s place was a sincere lover with raw emotion clear in his gaze. Her heart beat slowly, fearfully. Could she trust this Alex? “You love me?” she asked. He nodded. “I have from the start. I was afraid to tell you.” He smiled that Alex smile. “I didn’t think you would believe me.” And in that instant, she did. “Oh, Alex.” He kissed her then pulled back to motion to Angel. “Tell her your piece, Angel.” Angel stepped close to them and cupped her face in his gentle hands. “I am more sorry than I can say for the horrid way I treated you the night before our wedding.” The last thing she wished to do was to relive that night. “Angel, don’t.” “I love you,” Angel went on. He kissed her, his tongue stroking hers as Alex continued to nuzzle her neck. Oh, the two of them made her feel so good! Although the act nearly killed her, she pulled away from both of them. “Do give me a moment!” she said. They looked at each other once again, appearing for all the world like two men teetering on the edge. Not of passion this time, no. Of love. “I love you both,” she admitted on a sigh. They stared at her in stunned silence for the space of a heartbeat, then shouted out their relief and apparent joy. This was what she

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wanted. This was what she needed. “What happened between us, Alex,” she began. “Two years ago. It is in the past. And Angel, you sent me to Alex.” “What are you saying, love?” Alex asked. “We will live together, Alex.” She stroked his face, running her fingers over his delicious mouth. “And you shall not fight over me, Angel?” She touched his face as well, and he turned to place a kiss in her palm. Standing so close to them, feeling their heat, roused her. Oh, she was indeed a wanton, but she was loved! Walking from them, she went to the parlor doors and locked them tight. She turned with a slow smile, feeling power course through her body. “Tessa?” Angel asked, his hot eyes running over her. “What are you about?” Alex asked, his body rigid with growing desire. “If we are to make a life together, there have to be some changes,” she said. She walked back to them, running her hands over their chests to stroke their cocks through their trousers. They grew hard beneath her palms as they each gave a low groan. “Changes?” Angel asked. “Yes. I am to be considered a part of this odd household of ours, not a pretty trinket to set on the mantle when you to are finished playing with it.” She released Angel’s shaft from his trousers. “And I shall be allowed to direct our love play now and again.” Alex chuckled then let out a moan as she freed his cock in turn. “Anything you wish, Tessa.” “Angel?” she asked, stroking the broad head of his magnificent cock. Angel closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “Christ, yes,” he answered. Feeling empowered for the first time since running to Alex after Angel’s desertion, she grinned.

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By the time they were a tangle of satisfaction on the parlor’s fine carpet, she knew she had made the right decision. She’d thought that nothing could rid her of the sins she carried, the mistakes she’d made. But by choosing to live her life with the two men she loved, they were all washed clean.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Josie Dennis writes erotic romances for the discerning reader. Her characters find love in the most amazing places and the Happily Ever After is a guarantee. Readers who like their romances hot and their heroes and heroines open to ideas they’ve only explored in their fantasies will find her erotic romances quite satisfying. Josie divides her time between Central Florida and New England.

Also by Josie Dennis Ménage Amour: Classics Rekindled 1: Wild Heights Ménage Amour: Classics Rekindled 2: Emmy’s Lesson

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