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was a sweet unexpected stretch, and she sucked in a breath. “Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh yes.”
    “What’s happened to yer fine words now, my lady?” His long forefinger was probing her arse. With a groan she relaxed onto it. He tried another. It too was sucked up with subjugated resistance to nestle beside the first.
    “Oh, you want it, don’t you, you little harlot? You want it right up yer tight hot arse. And luckily for you”—he slapped his rock-hard erection across the cheeks of her bottom—“I’m more than up for the job.”
    Yes, she wanted it, she wanted that red fullness, that stretching, cramming feeling she only got with a cock there, but even Lady Atherton needed a little preparation. She tensed, pulling away.
    “Don’t fret. You know me…always prepared.” A smooth, cool substance was smeared over her. And there it was—his hard, thick cock-head pressing deeper and tighter into her most guarded space.
    “Don’t look around,” he stated with steely conviction as his cock entered her arse. Edward went at her with long, slow strokes. She felt the tight muscle grip him on the push in then expel as he withdrew. Always her favourite and, as she knew from the moans of the man possessing her body, his favourite too.
    Isabella lay with her head resting on the cool, dark wood, thinking only of the complete stinging stretch of cock inside her. And what a cock. She’d had many. The convention of a monogamous life had never appealed, although she had at least kept her carnal shenanigans private. But, Edward! Her King of Cock. As her arse took him deep and true, each thrust sending much needed pleasure-pained fullness into her psyche, she knew he was the one.
    When he came in her arse she felt it even more, felt the heat of his juice pouring into her. And fuck, she wanted that now. She moved against him, urging him to release hard. As he crammed the last of his seed into her, she tipped over. This man did it like no other. Profound pleasure. Isabella’s orgasm shattered her senses, tearing through to her very bones. She lay afterwards, damp and limp, unable to move for a time. Edward pulled out with a chuckle, wiping her arse with his own handkerchief.
    She eventually pushed herself up and smoothed her skirts down, turning to him with a ferocious glare. “Don’t you ever do that to me above stairs again, you depraved bastard.”
    “What? I got the feeling you rather enjoyed it.”
    “Someone could have seen.”
    He laughed long. “Do you honestly think people don’t know about yer little dalliances, my lady? You’re out of yer mind, Isabella.”
    She tried to hit him again but this time he was too quick for her and caught her arm. “Uh-uh. You won’t do that again. If you let me spunk in yer arse, you can let me call you by yer name. Isabella. Isabella. It’s a beautiful name. Isabella. I like the sound of it on my tongue as much as I love the taste of you on my tongue.”
    She met his eyes, bright and blue and penetrating her very soul. And it was suddenly so clear. Isabella curled her arms around him and let herself drown in his kiss. “Anywhere, everywhere, Edward, Edward…I can’t be without you, you know I can’t.”
     
    And, at that precise moment, Edward didn’t think he could either.
    They pulled away slowly and he rested his forehead on hers.
    “I’m going away with His Lordship in a few days,” he said heavily.
    “I know. I hate it when you’re not here.”
    “You’ll find a way to amuse yerself, I’m sure.”
    “Anyone else is just a substitute for you.”
    “I know that. I don’t mind, y’know. I like the thought of you with other men, as long as…”
    “As long as what?”
    “You’re the one in control with them. I’m the only one who can have you like that, understand that.”
    She showered him with kisses again. “I do understand, oh God, I do, I do. I want you again, I want to feel your hand on me now.”
    He chuckled and extracted her arms from round his