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    â€œSo how do you feel about being spanked a little? Does that interest you?” His lips are sculpted, but somehow also soft and sensual, and when they curve into a little smile, the way they are doing now, they make me want to wriggle and touch my sex to soothe its aching. So much for wearing my best knickers. They must already be saturated with juice, I’m so turned on.
    â€œI think we could enjoy ourselves together, you and I,” he continues. “I’m not offering eternal love and devotion, but we can share a little pleasure and perhaps expand your horizons in a way that doesn’t involve flying thousands of miles.”
    Those crazy notions caper around my mind again, taunting me with the prospect of what he isn’t offering rather than what he is.
    â€œRose?” he queries, swirling his glass in the face of my continued dumbstruck silence.
    I want it. Oh, how I want it. And even just the mutual pleasure if I can’t have the other thing. But I’m scared. I feel as if I’m stuck between reality and some kind of weird dream. I still can’t speak, but I take another swig of my gin.
    The marquess frowns. It’s not a cross frown, just a sad little frown, sort of regretful. “I’m sorry. I’ve come on too strong, haven’t I?” He tips his head to one side, his dark hair sliding across his shoulders as he lets out a sigh. “Look, don’t worry about it. Don’t think any more about it. Just finish your gin and we’ll say no more about it. It was wrong of me to ask.”
    I don’t know whether I’m relieved or disappointed. I felt so close to him for a moment, and God, I wanted it all so much. My heart thudding, I swig down my gin and get to my feet on wobbly legs.
    The marquess rises immediately, perfect manners second nature to him. He comes forward as if to escort me to the door,and does so as I make my way toward it, my heart sinking at my own craven lack of daring.
    With one hand on the door handle, he touches my face. The contact is so gentle yet so meaningful, I feel quite faint.
    â€œDon’t worry, Rose, there’ll be no hard feelings. It’s just a might-have-been.” He sounds so kind, so ineffably kind that it’s almost like a knife in my heart. “I may have lost all my money and be a poor excuse for an aristocrat, but I do try to behave like a gentleman. We’ll speak no more of this and just go back to a friendly working relationship.”
    â€œNo!”
    He stares at me. The frown is a puzzled one now.
    â€œNo…I mean…yes, I am interested. Definitely. It’s just something that’s completely out of my experience…. Yes,” I repeat, aware that I’m babbling. “I’m definitely interested.”
    His stern, elegant face lights up as if the sun’s just come out. He looks happy, genuinely happy, in a way that seems quite astonishing in a man so obviously worldly and experienced.
    â€œSplendid!” He sets down his glass, and leans forward. “I’m so glad.”
    Without any warning, he leans down and dusts my lips with a tiny, fleeting kiss.
    â€œFor luck. To seal our agreement.” A wry, strange smile flits across his face. It’s almost as if he’s surprised somehow, but not by me. “Come then.”
    He takes my hand and leads me back toward the fireside.
    When he reaches his armchair, he sits down in it, all elegant, languid grace, and draws me between his outstretched thighs. I suddenly feel very small. Like a naughty little girl, and as that registers, I realize it’s exactly what he wants me to feel. Suddenly, I’m staring at my toes, too embarrassed to look at him, even though he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
    â€œAh, now then, my Rose…” He reaches out, lifts my chin with the tip of his finger and makes me look at him. His browneyes are electric, gleaming and wickedly