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on the goal within their reach.
    “Come to me now, sweetheart. You’re almost there. Don’t hold back. Oh, God, I’m … I can’t…”
    He heard her call out his name, felt her body contract, felt her tight passage squeeze around him, and he spewed forth his seed. He came in a great, gushing upheaval of body and spirit so intense that it defied description. He’d always enjoyed the games associated with sex—the chase, the seduction, the ultimate possession—but nothing this earth-shattering had ever happened before.
    Did Lady Flora Randall possess mysterious powers that transcended simple earthly pleasure? Nothing as sublime as what he had just experienced could be considered mundane. If he were a poet he’d describe it as an affair inspired by heaven.

Chapter 3
     
     
    H er eyes were closed. Her head rested on his shoulder. He stared at her curiously. What was there about her that seemed so familiar? Nothing about the mysterious Lady Flora made sense. He had enjoyed her immensely and knew he had given her pleasure despite her innocence.
    Why was she, a married lady, still a virgin?
    It mystified him, but he didn’t let it deter him from his course. There was so much he wanted to teach her. He looked forward with relish to all the nights to come, when they would explore every nuance of sexual pleasure together. That thought brought an instant resurgence of lust, and a groan slipped past his lips.
    She must have felt him harden against her, for she blinked up at him. He gave her an owlish smile. “The night is still young and I’m ravenous.”
    “You’re hungry? My maid has gone to bed, but if you’d like, we can raid the kitchen.”
    His grin widened. “You truly are innocent, aren’t you? I usually prefer experienced women, for they rarely demand things I can’t or am not willing to give, but you’re a refreshing change. Why didn’t you tell me you were untouched? Has everything you told me been a lie? Is mere truly a husband?”
    “Aye, there is a husband. He … he’s impotent and cannot perform in bed or produce a child. He needs an heir and approves of what I am doing. He insisted that I come to town, find a man to my liking, and … well, he knows having a child would make me happy and he cares about my happiness.”
    Dismayed, Sinjun stared at her. Did the kind of man Flora just describe really exist? Could a man be so anxious for an heir that he would encourage his wife to let another man impregnate her? If he were Flora’s husband he would never allow her to bed another man, no matter how old and decrepit he became or how desperately he wanted an heir.
    “How very cavalier of him. I would not be so generous were you my wife. On the other hand,” he said, drawing her against him, “I’m deliriously happy with the choice you made. I’m curious to know why you chose me. Dare I hope I’m the only man who appealed to you?”
    “You may hope anything,” Christy said with asperity. “As I explained to you last night, I heard you were a man without principles, so I assumed you wouldn’t make demands upon me should I bear a child from our association. It didn’t hurt, however, that I found you physically attractive.
    “And you’re married,” she continued, “just as I am, and therefore not interested in commitments or lasting relationships. When I return to my husband, as I must, I know you will have no trouble finding another mistress. Men like you are interested only in casual affairs. Am I not right?”
    “This conversation is beyond the pale,” Sinjun groused. Her description of him made him sound callous and shallow. “In all my days I’ve never met a woman, and there have been many in my life, who became my lover for the reasons you just specified. I think I’ve just been insulted.”
    “I thought I was speaking the truth. Besides, I want the terms of our affair clearly understood.”
    Sinjun stilled as her insult sparked his anger. “What exactly are those terms, my lady?