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marriage.
    Julian had never done such a thing to her. Hishabit had been to press a few dry kisses to her mouth, then lift her gown and shove himself inside her. The process had been vaguely pleasant until he entered her, and then it became uncomfortable. Even hurtful. Maggie had come to dread their marital encounters.
    Clearly, there was more to intimate relations than her husband had ever shown her. There could be tender caresses that perhaps only a lover would share. Not a spouse.
    â€œOpen for me, sweet,” Thomas said, looking into her eyes, while his fingers continued their intimate caress. Maggie should have felt mortified, but the passion in his gaze held hers. “Ah, that’s it.”
    And suddenly, she felt the breath sucked out of her lungs, and a burst of savage pleasure overtook her. Her womb contracted, and her internal muscles quivered in utter bliss. She felt as though she were coming apart, and only the strength of Thomas’s arms kept her intact.
    â€œYes. Come for me, love.”
    Maggie could not have stopped the flow of feelings, even if she’d tried. She clamped her legs around his hand as the wild sensations flashed through her like a flood over a dam, and held on to his shoulders as though she would fall away into nothingness if she let go.
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    She went limp in his arms and spoke so quietly that Tom couldn’t quite hear the words she whispered. Nor did he know if he was going to be able to walk once they reached his newly purchasedhouse just north of Town. He tried to compose himself as he smoothed down her skirts, but his arousal continued to rage, the evidence of which was painfully obvious.
    He let his hands drift to her breasts, his thumbs caressing their pebbled peaks while he tortured himself with the promise of an intensely carnal interlude with her in his bed. He leaned his forehead against hers as her breathing returned to some semblance of normal.
    His own was still out of control.
    â€œAre you going to…” she started dubiously, though Tom did not doubt she could feel him hard and ready against her hip. “Do you need to…”
    â€œBed you now?” he replied with some difficulty. “Not here in the carriage. We’ll soon arrive at the house.”
    Tom pressed his hand against her mound as the last few shudders of her orgasm took her. Her breath caught, and her eyes were glazed. He could hardly suppress his need to be inside her.
    â€œHouse?” she whispered, her eyes shooting open, her gaze suddenly clear.
    â€œYes. I bought a house yesterday. It’s not far.” Thank God. Because he didn’t think he could wait much longer. He was ready to explode.
    Her face went pale and she started to pull the edges of her bodice together. “Oh, but—I didn’t think…I cannot—”
    He kissed the side of her neck.
    â€œWe will be completely alone,” he whispered, moving her hands away from the plump, feminineflesh she was attempting to cover. “There will be no servants there yet, besides Oliver. My coachman. But he—”
    â€œIt’s not that. I…I’ve never…”
    â€œOf course you haven’t.” He circled one of her pretty, pink nipples with his tongue, aware that she was as innocent as a virgin. She might have borne a child, but her husband had obviously never made love to her, for it was clear she’d just experienced her first orgasm.
    He took her hand and placed it upon the placket of his trews. She pressed her hand against his hard length, sliding it up and then down, shivering, her nipples tightening even more than before. She seemed to forget her objections, losing herself in his kiss, but then breaking away suddenly.
    â€œThomas…”
    She removed her hand from his swollen member and pressed it to her chest, and a mounting wave of pure frustration came over him.
    â€œI’m not…” She closed her eyes and tried to gather herself. “I