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flirtations.
    Yet, he was sure he had not seen a posterior of such fine dimensions in an amazingly long time. As she was without a chaperone, Geoffrey expected she was a local milkmaid or tavern wench with a few minutes to herself. He had enjoyed the eager offers of a number of such country lassies in his past. Maybe this one would oblige him too.
    Not being in a particular hurry and hating to miss a view with such promise for future enjoyment, he leaned himself against the closest oak. With avid interest, he watched his quarry move blithely through the meadow selecting the choicest of flowers.
    After due consideration, the marquess convinced himself he must make the most of his opportunity before it was too late. If he waited too long, she would finish her preoccupation and be lost to him.
    Fleet, yet quiet of foot due to a number of years in the King’s service, he prowled noiselessly around behind the lass, then silently up behind her. As he neared, his manhood became fully aroused and demanding. In seconds he was upon her, pushing his hips against her derrière as he bent over and firmly grabbed full, lush breasts in the cups of his large, strong hands.
    “I have you now, lass. You shall be my afternoon delight this day,” he exclaimed triumphantly.
    Lady Angeline Hartley was most astonished by this brazen act of male ego. She tried to stand up but found, to her great dismay, she was held fast by the hands upon her heating flesh. She was appalled to realize her nipples had tightened, her breasts had swollen, and there was a tingling sensation in most every part of her anatomy.
    Every time she moved she felt the hard sex of the man against her derrière through her flimsy muslin skirt, and then a mysterious jolt of desire would sweep through her.
    Her face flushed. Her body heated. A strange tightness came to her stomach while a warm wetness welled between her thighs. She had never felt such a confusion of feelings before and knew her sheltered life had protected her from such impure experiences. But the rush she was feeling made her almost giddy.
    Her anger flew to her defense.
    “Unhand me, you pernicious profligate. I am no common milkmaid you can subdue for your own pleasure. I am a lady from a nearby estate. I am a virgin, and you have no right to handle me with such lack of esteem! Unhand me this instant.” Livid with anger but tingling all over from the feel of his highly aroused sex, Angeline dropped her bouquet, then dug her nails into her rapacious assailant’s hands.
    “I see I’ve caught a wildcat. Lucky for me I know how to tame such as you,” asserted her assailant.
    “Tame me? Let me go and you shall never get near me again. Let me go, I say!” Angeline spewed the words viciously at the man still holding her in a vise-grip.
    “A virgin, are you? I seriously doubt that. Rare is a virgin more than eighteen years. I shall find out for myself.”
    Shifting one hand round her waist, still holding her tightly against his groin, he removed the other hand from her breast and slid it up under her skirts, over her thighs, between her legs. “Soft, warm and wet you are for me, my lady,” his last address delivered with sarcasm.
    “I demand you let go of me,” she responded as her body shivered from the gentle touch of his hand upon her delicate, virgin flesh.
    “Stop that!” she cried as she felt his fingers tease the fur of her nether regions. In desperation, she lifted her right foot and slammed the heel of her half-boot on his instep.
    “By God, you’re a tigress,” he groaned in pain. “As you wish, madam. I will let you go. But you should not go out unattended, much less wave this delicious backside in a stranger’s face, if you wish not to be assailed by any man who passes.”
    Still held tight within his grasp, Angeline struggled to release herself. “I am on my own lands, sir. I am known by all in the vicinity, except, I expect, you. I should be as safe here as I would be in my bed,”