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reasoning.”
    David made no answer but placed both of his hands on the front edge of her gown and carefully lifted the material up to expose her naked mound. After securing the quantity of fabric in her lap, he slowly fluttered his fingers up the soft skin on the crease between her exposed thighs to come to rest upon the soft curls of her cunt. Vivian dimly registered the sounds of the horses’ hooves striking the ground as they made their way through the busy London streets. A moment later, Lord Maxton’s warm hand began massaging her swollen bud.
    His fingers moved over the sensitive skin in a gentle caress back and forth until she felt herself stiffen with desire and her cunt begin to throb with yearning for sexual release.
    Suddenly the viscount’s coachman called an order and the coach rolled to a stop. Lord Maxton pulled away from Vivian, murmuring an oath. “Unfortunately, my dear, it appears that we have reached our destination. Had I known you would be so hot for me so soon after our sojourn in the garden, I would have ordered my coachman to drive aimlessly around the neighborhood for some time before reaching your lodgings.”
    Vivian did not answer. Her head was still spinning from the pleasurable effects of her companion’s caressing fingers upon her nub. As she slowly moved her hands across her lap in a feeble attempt to straighten her gown, Vivian became embarrassingly aware of a pool of moisture that had collected between her legs. Lord Maxton assisted her in lowering her gown to adequately cover her limbs. She marveled anew at her body’s heady and instantaneous reaction to the viscount’s touch.
    Lord Maxton retrieved his gloves from the floor and exited the coach, then turned to assist her as she made her way, somewhat unsteadily, down the vehicle’s steps. “Allow me to have a word with my driver, my dear,” the viscount advised her.
    He joined Vivian moments later. “I instructed my coachman to take the horses back to my stables. I will walk home this evening and possibly stop by my club on the way.”
    Vivian nodded but made no comment. She feared that her tone of voice would be anything but even if she were to attempt to speak at that moment. She turned to walk to a private entrance on the side of Madam Page’s establishment to be used by the ladies when returning home from evening appointments. Lord Maxton strolled by her side. Upon reaching the threshold, Vivian produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the door.
    The door opened onto a small vestibule. The room was gloomy, dark and unwelcoming. Vivian briefly registered this fact as she acknowledged to herself that she was loath to part with her companion. She turned toward the viscount.
    “The light is equally close and shadowy in this room, my lord. Would you care to continue the activities that you started inside your coach?” She gave him no opportunity to answer. Experiencing a type of desperate yearning in the pit of her stomach that she would ponder later in the privacy of her room, Vivian extended her gloved hand to grasp his arm and pull Lord Maxton inside. With a deft motion, she then reached out with one foot and kicked the door shut.
    Vivian turned to her companion once again with the intention of explaining her rash actions. However, it seemed he needed no explanation. By the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains from a tiny window by the door, she watched as the viscount divested himself of his coat and gloves and tossed them onto an adjacent settee. Suddenly intent on not being left behind, Vivian also removed her gloves and then hastily reached up to the crown of her head to remove the pins that attached the veil to her hair. As the last pin was dislodged, she swiftly lifted the confining drape off her head and flung it and the other items onto a nearby table.
    “Come over here, my dear,” Lord Maxton murmured as he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his lean body.
    Vivian