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streaks over the plants three feet away. Vaughan’s knees buckled. He clung to the metal bench for support, crying out in ululating gasps as the moment rolled over him with such intensity that he could feel it in every cell.
    “Ah, that’s good.” Lucerne’s orgasm brewed equally swift and sticky. He stayed inside Vaughan’s arse until the last tremor faded, his arms wrapped possessively around him. “There’s no going back now. I’m going to want you like this again.”
    Vaughan huffed out a grunt. “Maybe if you ask extremely nicely.”
    Lucerne turned him around so that they were facing. Vaughan’s bare bottom rested against the warmed metal.
    “Maybe next time I won’t wait for an invitation. I’ll simply take, just the way you do.”
    A laugh rumbled up Vaughan’s throat. He made to hitch up his breeches, but Lucerne knocked his hand aside. “She’s still singing. Let me do a little something for you.” Not waiting for an answer, Lucerne dropped onto his knees and took Vaughan’s half-hard cock into his mouth. The sudden stimulation sent a surge of life back into his shaft. Within moments he was rolling to Lucerne’s rhythm again, enjoying the soft warm comfort of his lover’s mouth. Lucerne’s talent for fellatio had improved greatly with practice, and he gave him plenty of practice. It was more unusual for him to independently volunteer.
    Vaughan tangled his fingers in Lucerne’s golden blond hair. Lucerne had a way of using his tongue that exerted just the right amount of pressure in all the right spots. In moments, he was as erect as if he’d never come, and keening lowly.
    He watched Lucerne’s head bob. His eyes were closed, so that his long eyelashes shadowed his cheeks. My Lucifer… My fallen angel —a smile tweaked his lips upward at the thought. What he wouldn’t give right now to just click his fingers and have them appear at home. He wanted time to savour this experience, but the singing performance seemed to be building to its crescendo.
    Once they got home, he’d have Bella watch while he got Lucerne to pick this up where they left off. He loved forcing her to watch, especially when having banned her from touching him first.
    Bella did so struggle with restraints.
    Her image filled his thoughts, brown hair tumbling over her shoulders in waves, her curves tightly confined by her rigid corset, and the dark triangle of her quim peeping enticingly beneath the cream of her stays. Maybe he wouldn’t just let her watch. Maybe he’d let Lucerne swive her tonight. Each breath she made would be rapid and loose. Yes, and while Lucerne took her, he’d take him. Neither of his lovers would protest the plan.
    Applause broke out on the other side of the door. Vaughan turned his head in that direction, but foliage blocked the view. Time they ended this. He upped the pace, and chased his climax to completion. Bemused, he watched Lucerne wipe the shiny evidence of their lust from his lips before rising to straighten his clothes.
    They slipped back into the salon room, faking deep conversation as if the discussion were all that had led them away from the entertainment. Mrs. Wincombe spied them almost immediately and tracked determinedly in their direction, leading her niece by the wrist. “Milords, may I present to you, Miss St John.”
    The girl, thrust before them like an ornament for inspection, dipped into a graceful curtsey. Vaughan managed a very thin smile. He barely looked at her, choosing instead to peer over her head having already sensed what was coming.
    Un-swayed by his action, Mrs. Wincombe bundled her niece into his field of vision once more.
    Vaughan scowled. If he went into dinner with the girl it would be all over town by morning and the society matrons would expect a proposal within a week. Better that he draped Bella off his arm instead. Masquerading her as his cousin had certain advantages. So, fine, it didn’t quell all the speculations, but it did make things