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insistent orgasm started to build deep inside her, Jeremy pulled back. She gasped, and fought to contain the sensations his mouth had unleashed.
    When those sensations had subsided, she felt his tongue return, going around and around her pussy in ever-tightening circles. By the time he came back to that magical button, she knew, as he did, that there would be no more containment. He slowly, deliberately, moved his tongue back and forth, and she felt as though he were touching her very essence. Her orgasm consumed her. It rose up and took up all the space not just in her body, but in her mind and her spirit. She had never, never felt its like, and as it ebbed she marveled at its power.
    She didn’t realize her eyes were closed until she opened them and saw Jeremy standing over her, smiling and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She’d also forgotten that her hands were tied until Jeremy bent down to release them.
    “Are you all right?” he asked as he handed the silk stocking back to her, quite a bit worse for the wear.
    “I am,” she said, and looked at the torn, misshapen stocking a little ruefully. “But had I known what was in store for my stockings, I think I would have chosen the cotton ones.”
    Jeremy laughed. “I’m terribly sorry about your stocking,” he said. “If you let me have it, I will try to find a replacement of the same color next time I go up to town.”
    “That’s very kind,” said Georgiana, “but I think I shall keep it as a memento.”
    “My memento will be your scent,” said Jeremy, holding his hand to his nose and inhaling deeply. “I’m not going to wash until you get back from Penfield,” he said. She was planning to leave the next morning, and this would be the last time she and Jeremy would meet until she returned.
    “But I can’t leave you like this,” Georgiana said, tracing the clear outline of his erect penis through his trousers.
    “Ah, but you can,” he said. “I want what you just felt to be the feeling you take with you. That is,” he added, “if you really must go.”
    “It’s not a question of must,” she said. “I want to go. Paulette is a dear friend, and the party is one of the best in the country.” Paulette was Lady Loughlin, and the party was the annual masquerade ball that the Loughlins hosted at Penfield, their country estate in Hampshire.
    “Why don’t you come?” she continued. “I know your father frowns on masquerade balls, but really—we’re only five years shy of the twentieth century. Can’t you convince him that what simply wasn’t done when he was a young man is now done by just about everyone?”
    “It’s not just masquerades in general, as you very well know,” said Jeremy. “It’s the Penfield masquerade. It has something of a reputation, and not the kind that my father looks kindly on.”
    They both smiled, he ruefully and she expectantly. He needed to stay in his father’s good graces in order to keep both his allowance and his expectation of financial independence once his father went to his maker. As the younger of two sons, he was at his father’s mercy. The estate was entailed on his elder brother, John, but the crumbs—substantial enough to support a family in something like high style—were his father’s to distribute as he would. If Jeremy started socializing with the likes of the Loughlins, the Viscount Newbury most certainly wouldn’t distribute them to his younger son.
    Lady Georgiana understood all this, and didn’t press her lover.
    “I’m sorry you won’t be there,” she said, “but I’ll be back in a fortnight, at the most.”
    He kissed her hand with a gallant intimacy. “Enjoy yourself, but come home to me,” he said, and took his leave.

TWO

    A s she rode to Penfield, Lady Georgiana thought about what Jeremy had said. When they first became lovers, they had agreed that theirs was an intimacy without conditions and without expectations, but Georgiana was beginning to think that