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of that obscene statue. At the moment he’d wager his cock was far larger than Pan’s in any event.
    She was running her hands down his back, spreading them over his buttocks, pressing him against her.
    He cradled her jaw and returned to her mouth. Before he could plunge inside, she slipped her tongue tentatively past his lips and teeth. Ah. Who would have thought this girl would be so delicious, so responsive, so—
    So virginal. So respectable. So closely related to two of his friends.
    He froze. He’d actually been thinking of lifting Miss Parker-Roth onto the bare desktop, raising her nightdress, and—
    Sanity came crashing back like a migraine. He straightened and jerked his hips back.
    â€œWhat…what are you doing?” The soft little words were hardly more than a whisper. She sounded completely confused.
    She looked completely seductive, but it was past time he started thinking with his brain and not his…
    Long past.
    He tried to push her gently away from him, but she wasn’t moving. She wrapped her arms around his back and held on.
    â€œMiss Parker-Roth—”
    â€œJane.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œJane. My name is Jane.”
    Had he known her Christian name? No. He’d never paid much attention to her, frankly. She’d been just another attractive item decorating the ton ’s ballrooms—like a potted palm or a ficus tree.
    Little had he known.
    â€œWhat’s your name?”
    The question hit him in the gut. Surely she knew whom she’d been kissing? And rather more than kissing, actually.
    He found he didn’t at all care for the notion that he was just an anonymous male. “Motton.”
    She shook her head. “I know that. I want to know your name. ”
    Ah, his Christian name. No one called him by that except the aunts. It felt rather…intimate to share it with her. “Edmund.”
    â€œEdmund.”
    She murmured it as if she were exploring how it felt on her tongue. Damn! He could not think of Jane—of Miss Parker-Roth—and tongues. Her tongue had been so sweet, so shy. He would dearly love to feel it on—
    Think with your brain, Motton! He firmly detached the woman and stepped back out of her reach. “Miss Parker-Roth, it cannot have escaped your attention that we are in a dark room without a chaperone and you are in your nightclothes.”
    She grinned, the minx! “Yes, I know.”
    â€œI shudder to think what society would say were it to learn of this…” What? Scandal? Disaster? Monumental lapse in judgment? All of the above? “This situation.”
    And why wasn’t Miss Parker-Roth having the vapors? Surely a gently bred miss should be in hysterics at the treatment she had just received. Not that she’d been struggling. Oh, no. She’d been a very active, a very willing participant.
    She dimpled up at him. She did have a most attractive smile. “Oh, don’t go all poker-faced.”
    It wasn’t his face that was pokerish. If he didn’t start thinking about something besides Ja—Miss Parker-Roth’s—tongue and soft bottom and lovely breasts, he was not going to be able to light a candle and reveal his very impolite proportions.
    Blast! His proportions just got even more shocking. Miss Parker-Roth had moved so her back was to the hearth. There was sufficient illumination from the fire’s embers to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her waist and legs and—
    He turned away to step closer to the open window. It was suddenly infernally hot in the damn study.
    â€œSociety won’t say anything because no one will find out,” she was saying. “As you point out, there are no witnesses, and I’m not going to go blabbing about…” She paused, and he glanced back at her. He’d wager if there were enough light, he’d see her face had turned bright red. His eyes dropped. There was definitely enough light to