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extraordinary body turned her
    mind to mush. With his curly black hair flecked liberally with silver, a face like a Greek
    god, and his finely honed masculinity, he made her long to submit to him completely. It
    would be wonderful to be under his protection. He could give her what she wanted. He
    could protect her from the situation she'd gotten herself into with the new Earl of
    Chetwood.
    But lying to him had left her bereft. And for all they would share, she knew they
    would never have that extra something she so desperately wanted—love. It too had lain
    dormant, lost in apathy and lassitude. Love would never be. For now, she would
    content herself with having her sexual needs satisfied and with satisfying his.
    "I trust you can occupy yourself," he said matter-of-factly. "I shall be out for
    much of the day. Your suite is prepared and Marjorie will help you to get settled."
    "I look forward to it," she said, still lost in thoughts of her deception.
    "Until later, then." He bowed to her, and the heels of his Hessians clicked loudly
    on the parquet flooring as he exited the morning room.
    Until later . Guilt shrouded her, making her feel like the wretch she knew she was.
    She dismissed her desolate feelings, and soon all she could think about was
    having Lucien's hands upon her body and how much she looked forward to their next
    encounter. Moisture pooled between her legs, and her body nearly swooned with the
    excitement of it. His deep, rich voice, encouraging her to take more while he played
    with her sexually, was all she could ever want. Unbeknownst to her, she'd married a
    man who was sensuality personified.
    A footman came into the room and began removing the serving dishes. She
    realized she'd allowed her tea to grow cold, signaling an end to her meal. She'd no idea
    what she would do to occupy her time over the next few hours, but she desperately
    needed to be alone lest the telltale signs of arousal become evident to all who saw her.

    Chapter Six

    Business had called Lucien away early that morning, but he returned to their
    residence a little before three. What a difference a few days in Serenity's presence had
    made. He'd found himself with a fierce need to see her.
    He found her in a room she was in the process of adopting as her sitting room.
    He greeted her pleasantly with a kiss to the cheek.
    She startled at his touch, and she worried her poor hands.
    "Is there anything amiss, my dear?"
    "Nothing a nice tumble with you wouldn't cure."
    Lucien smiled, pleased with her frankness. "Well, to be propositioned by my wife
    is a welcome surprise."
    "Yes, I've thought of little but your cock since you left me this morning."
    "Oh, so it is my appendage you have pined for and not me, with all my infinite
    charm?"
    Serenity smiled, bowing her head, her cheeks flushed.
    "I vow it is your infinite charm and your cock that have me in the state I am in. I
    demand recompense for the agony you have caused by leaving me alone."
    "Soon enough, my pet, but now you must go to your chamber. Marjorie is
    waiting for you there. She will prepare you for your spanking." His hand cupped her
    bottom and squeezed. "I won't be as gentle today, so you should prepare yourself," he
    whispered. He took her hand and placed in on the bulge that was making his breeches
    tighter than they should have been. "Now, go along. There is much preparation to be
    made."

    * * * * *

    Indeed, Marjorie was waiting for her with a bath prepared, scented with rose
    water and steaming pleasantly. Marjorie helped Serenity disrobe.
    "I shall bathe you, Mrs. Damrill. You need to simply relax."
    The bath was heavenly. While the maid's ablutions cleansed her body, Serenity
    tried to calm her mind. She was overanxious for her rendezvous with her husband. Her
    body craved what he offered. She needed it. His hand was sure but without malice. She
    wanted to feel his hands and the lash upon her, teaching her with each stroke to be
    submissive to his and only his wishes