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loudly of her desire as her nipple hardening against his palm. His movements were languid and silent as he began kneading her. He rolled her peak between his fingers and felt her head fall back against his shoulder in silent encouragement.
    "You like that, don’t you?" Lord Reynolds asked.
    Aidan could only imagine what the man was doing to the lady on his bed, could only imagine what sensual caresses would stir Lady Rivenhall to scream with carnal satisfaction.
    "Oh, yes, Jonathan. Don’t stop, please," the woman cried.
    "I’m so hard for you, Fiona. Oh, that’s it, yes."
    Aidan gritted his teeth. He had been to bordellos that were less stimulating than this. His hand continued cupping Lady Rivenhall’s breast as he rocked his arousal against her delectable derrière.
    "I need to be inside of you, Fiona. Now," the man begged.
    Aidan’s lips fell to Lady Rivenhall’s neck as Lord Reynolds thrust into his paramour, eliciting a sensual moan. The feel of her breast in his hand and the taste of her warm flesh set Aidan’s heart to pounding.
    He kissed the length of her elegant neck, but when he felt her backside rubbing rhythmically against his shaft, he nearly came undone. Aidan bit his lip to stifle a moan of pleasure, and began moving with her, against her.
    Lord Reynolds shouted, "Oh, God," when he reached his peak and then fell silent. The only sound in the room was the huffs of exertion from the lovers and Aidan’s own heartbeat as it pounded in his ears.
    "Fiona, you are the most wanton piece I have ever bedded," their host panted.
    "Thank you, Jonathan. Oh, damnation, is that the time?" The woman asked anxiously, accompanied by frantic rustling. "My husband will be looking for me. I was to meet him in the garden at midnight."
    "Turn round and I’ll lace you." More shuffling. "I want you all evening on Thursday."
    A kiss and a giggle. "Very well, my lord."
    The door opened and closed, leaving Aidan alone with Lady Rivenhall. He withdrew his hand from her bodice and closed his eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control. His breathing was becoming steady, but he realized his other hand still held her crushed to his aching body.
    The woman was so damn desirable. He trembled with the overwhelming need to drag her to the rumbled bed and make love to her, trembled just as Napoleon must have shaken.
    She was the emperor’s mistress, Napoleon’s woman.
    Aidan grasped her upper arm and spun her to face him. "We seem to have a knack for escaping detection. However, I’m afraid I must insist you accompany me to His Majesty’s Foreign Office."
    He began to step away from the armoire when her hand flew to his chest in frantic appeal.
    "Wait."
    Aidan looked down at the fair woman and was startled to see desire lingering on her refined features.
    "Not yet," she whispered. "Take me in a moment, but not yet." Aidan stood frozen as her crimson lips pressed to his. Confusion, desire, and rage battled for rule of his mind, but then she pressed her exquisite body to his, and desire won the day.
    He could delay for a moment, after all how could she escape if she were in his arms, if she were beneath him? Aidan surged into her mouth, stroking the soft heat with his tongue and reveling in the taking of Napoleon’s woman.
    She tasted just as he remembered and spent long nights trying to forget. It had taken nine days to find a British regiment, and nine nights of being haunted by his ethereal capture. His desire for her was reprehensible, and he had convinced himself that it was his months of celibacy that were to blame.
    But now, as he held her in his arms, the women that had warmed his bed since his return vanished from his mind. He circled her tongue, echoing his own spiraling desire. One hand drifted to her breast and the other fell to her rounded backside. He kneaded and caressed, pulling her against his throbbing shaft.
    Lady Rivenhall’s hands roamed over his chest and abdomen. She stood on her tiptoes, kissing him