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flooding her senses.
    “Then I will be quick about it.” Pushing her
down on her knees, he knelt and crouched over her.
    Honoria had only been on her knees once. From
this angle it felt like he was banging the back of her throat. He
slammed into her so quickly; she barely had time to brace herself.
Tension coiled at the base of her spine, and made her cry out.
    Michel abruptly stopped and got to his
feet.
    Honoria rolled over panting, eyes wild. “You
can’t leave me like this!”
    Michel pulled a small linen square from his
coat and wiped his still erect cock. “There are any number of men
roaming the night. If you would like a cock, I’m sure someone will
oblige you. If you want me to fill that hungry little hole, I will
send a carriage three days hence.” He bowed politely and pushed
himself into his trousers. “Until then, mademoiselle.”

Chapter Two
     
    If there was a hell, Honoria wished Danton
and Michel joy of it. Three days without a word from her on and off
again lover, and a bad case of the blue devils from Michel’s abrupt
finish. By the time Michel’s wildly expensive, but very discrete
carriage rolled to a quiet stop just outside the servant's entrance
she was so highly strung she couldn’t stand still. Daisy unlatched
the gate for Honoria and grabbed at her hand when she would have
passed.
    “Be careful, m'lady! His servants call him
the Devil!”
    “Do they really?” A delicious shiver swept
Honoria.
    Michel’s eyes were certainly devilish, and
the way he'd awakened all her baser instincts put him—if not in
league with Satan, then certainly on the road to perdition.
    “If you're not back by morning,” Daisy
continued vehemently, clinging to Honoria’s hand, “I'll send
Robbie.”
    Sleeping with her maid had created a tiger.
Daisy’s already strong concern for Honoria had turned into a
protective streak. Honoria checked to make sure no faces were
staring out of the windows and risked a quick hug. “Thank you,
Daisy.”
    Daisy hugged her back. “Be careful,
m’lady!”
    The carriage door swung open and a short
little man who barely came up to Honoria's hips jumped out. Dressed
in heavy, old-fashioned livery and a neatly powdered wig, he gave
her a faintly cynical look and jerked out an awkward bow.
    Honoria accepted his help and settled into
the plush interior. The seating was beautifully upholstered in soft
red velvet, and everything that wasn't carved and gilded was inlaid
with ivory or mother of pearl. Honoria swept a hand over the
luxurious seat cushion and glanced out the window into the damp
London night.
    She would have preferred Danton. Everything
was a hundred times better with Danton smirking up his shirt
sleeve. Not that she was difficult to find if he’d had the
slightest inclination to look for her. Drat the man and his
secrets. They didn’t know each other well enough for confidences,
although that was his fault. She’d followed him to London. She
wanted to talk to him. Her hand clenched abruptly and just as
abruptly opened to pinch the skin between her eyes. She’d
followed him to London? It was a wonder he hadn’t run screaming
at the sight of her. Was she that desperate?
    The little man got into the carriage,
clambered up on the opposite seat and rapped on the panel behind
him. “We shall be at Little Oakham within the hour, my lady.”
    Honoria forced herself to smile.
    The strange little man leaned back in his
seat and watched her. “You're very pretty,” he said finally.
    “Thank you,” said Honoria.
    Light from the carriage lanterns made his
pale brown eyes stand out. “My lord told me to make sure you
enjoyed yourself.”
    The man lurched across the carriage, lifted
her gown and burrowed his face between her legs. The first touch of
his hot, wet tongue on her flesh made her jump. He didn't try to
touch her in any other way, just plunged his tongue between her
nether lips and ran it down her cleft, licking into her hole. His
face pushed against her,