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with the same abandon he’d used on mine.
    When I saw his broad shoulders — the pattern of curls that curved around his chest, forming an arrow pointing to his arousal — I sat back to watch. The only man I’d seen in the altogether had been my ailing father when I bathed him, so this display amazed me. Hyde moved with a sure, masculine grace as he threw his shirt aside and then stood to unfasten his pants.
    He looked feral, like a lone wolf on the prowl, as he stripped. His eyes never left me. Had I inspired that magnificent stiffening? Lord, his cock looked formidable! I doubted I had room for it all. Solomon swayed before me as though it had a life all its own, the head reddened and the firm, tall shaft standing proudly pink. A tiny bead of moisture formed at the hole, and then dripped off.
    ‘My word,’ I breathed, wanting to touch it, yet not knowing if I should. ‘You realise that Mama never explained these things —’
    ‘You were young when she died.’
    ‘— while Papa was too set on my salvation to talk about anatomy. He told me sex was for procreation, not pleasure. Never even said the word.’
    ‘But did he consider that we were created this way? That, if God didn’t want us to enjoy our bodies, He could find other ways to keep our species alive?’
    He wrapped his arms around me, and I revelled in the warmth of his bare skin against mine. Coaxing me higher on the couch, Hyde kissed me with even more intensity than before. He gnawed my lower lip and then slipped his tongue past my teeth, taking me by surprise: its rhythm suggested the movement of his cock inside that Poppington woman, which I would soon enjoy myself! And as I felt his insistent prodding, and heard Sol rustling among my coarse curls, I instinctively raised my hips to take him in.
    Hyde cried out with a desperation matching my own, plunging deep. I paced my thrusting with his, finding an even more primitive heat than he’d kindled while staying outside me. I spread my legs to allow him fullest access, hearing impassioned little whimpers that could only be my own — and which were coming faster as those waves rose within me again.
    ‘Hyde…Hyde, my Lord,’ I breathed.
    ‘Am I hurting you, love?’
    ‘Not a chance! Just don’t stop, oh please don’t stop!’
    With a wicked grin, he raised himself up so he could look into my eyes. ‘Squeeze me,’ he commanded. ‘Squeeze my cock like you’re going to milk it dry, Mary Grace.’
    When I did, Hyde’s ecstatic grimace sent a shimmer up my spine. Then he angled himself higher, putting more pressure on that aching place that so desperately wanted his attention. ‘Grip it,’ he rasped. ‘Drive us both over the edge. My God, but you’re perfect.’
    Inspired by his praise, I concentrated on those inner muscles. I gripped and let go, gripped and let go, until I was bucking beneath him. The settee groaned with our commotion, its leather allowing me to slide in the wetness we created. Pumping faster, Hyde challenged me with those relentless eyes, until the clamping of his jaw sent me ahead of him. My climax was noisy, and my lover’s cries drove me to dizzier heights as he shot his hot seed inside me.
    Hyde collapsed against me. My head fell back on to the upholstery. I felt rubbery and jointless as I draped an arm over his damp, heaving back. For a moment, there was only the cheery crackling of the fire.
    And again I knew it: I loved Hyde Fortune like I could never love another. Despite my earlier reservations about this man of dubious repute, I had accepted him into myself, body and soul. And there could be no turning back.
    He let out a contented sigh. ‘Are you all right, sweetheart?’
    ‘Never better. You’ve made me feel like quite the woman.’
    ‘That you are. I’d swear you were made expressly to satisfy me.’ He raised his head, grinning. ‘I’ll tell Delores Poppington to pay off her damn coffin and be done with it. After loving you, Mary Grace, the thought of