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alternated between licking and suckling gently.
And when she found a rhythm between the licking and suckling, waves
of pleasure crashed over Charlotte’s body, stealing her very soul
from her in that moment. She melted and quivered as she climaxed.
As Mary wrung all the pleasure from her body. It was only when
Charlotte pulled away, a little too sensitive for more stimulation,
that Mary slowed. Then she stopped. She pulled her fingers from
Charlotte’s sopping wet sheath, wiped them on the nearby towel and
joined Charlotte on the bed.
    Charlotte lay there beside her
quivering, weakness seeking into her limbs as her heartbeat slowed
to normal. She covered her eyes with her forearm. “I didn’t know it
could be like that,” she whispered, her voice cracking on the last.
Tears seeped from beneath her arm, she knew. But that was the most
beautiful things she’d ever experienced. “Thank you,” she sobbed,
rolling toward Mary. Mary let her rest her head on her shoulder,
and stroked her hair as she quieted, her sobs becoming gentle
hiccups.
    “You’re welcome,” she said quickly,
dropping a kiss on her forehead. Then she patted Charlotte’s bare
bottom. “We need to get you dressed. Trent will be here
momentarily.”
    Charlotte didn’t feel like she could
move.
    “Up,” Mary coaxed. Then she got up
herself and began to roll a clean pair of stockings over
Charlotte’s feet and up her calves. It tickled when she got to her
thighs. But she tied the garters in place and rolled her over. She
popped Charlotte’s bottom hard enough to sting.
    “Ow,” Charlotte cried. But it hadn’t
hurt. She got up and allowed Mary to finish dressing
her.
    “Who chose these clothes?” Charlotte
asked.
    “Someone on His Grace’s staff. He
probably went directly to your dressmaker to have something new
made.” Mary’s eyes met Charlotte’s. “You’re a fortunate woman. He
does not take lovers casually, despite his reputation. He sees
something in you.”
    “You saw something in me,” Charlotte
prompted hesitantly.
    She tweaked her nose. “Because you’re
something special to see.”
    When Charlotte was all dressed, she
spun to face the looking glass. “Do I look all right for
him?”
    “You look beautiful.” Mary bobbed a
quick curtsy. “Thank you for letting me serve you tonight, my
lady,” she said with a cheeky grin.
    “Have you any idea where he’s taking
me?”
    But Mary didn’t answer. Instead, she
slipped out the door as though she’d never been there. Only the
smile on Charlotte’s face was evidence. A moment later, a knock
sounded on the door. “I’m here to dress your hair, miss,” a maid
called out. She didn’t enter the room. Perhaps she knew what had
been going on in the room. Charlotte hoped not.
    “Enter,” Charlotte called absently.
The girl dressed her hair, fluffed her dress and informed her that
His Grace was waiting below stairs for her.
    When she opened the door, she went to
the top of the stairs, and found His Grace standing at the bottom,
glancing at his time piece with a worried expression. “I hope you
enjoyed your bath,” he said revealing none of the mirth or scorn
she’d expected to see on his face. “And that everything was to your
agreement.”
    Heat suffused her face. “It
was.”
    He held out his crooked
arm.
    “Your Grace,” she began.
    “Trent,” he said with a small smile.
“I give you leave to use it.”
    “Where are we going,
Trent?”
    “The Duke and Duchess of Charburton
are having a gathering.”
    Charlotte tripped over her own
slipper. “The duke and duchess?”
    “Yes,” he teased. “Don’t worry. It’s
very informal.”
    When arrived at the duke’s manor
house, the duke and duchess met the hosts at the door. Her Grace
was a regal creature, with her tumbling golden curls piled high
atop her head. Her neck arched delicately to reveal naked shoulders
and a beautiful dip in her bodice. It wasn’t until she looked
directly into the duchess’s eyes