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her thigh. She had no time to tell if the intimate grip was intentional or not. All she knew was that his hand was between her legs, only inches from her cleft, and that she was hot there from the excitement of his presence.
    He steadied her, taking the whole of her weight, bracing the ladder with his leg, just holding her and feeling her.
    ‘Now what does Miss want me to do?’ he asked cynically.

4
Giving His Mistress a Hand
    ‘LET ME DOWN,’ Gael snapped, trembling with the sensation of Flanders’ hand between her legs as he stopped her falling from the ladder.
    He pushed the ladder upright, still supporting her, and his hand slid further up her leg as she leant on him. His fingertips touched the fringes of her sex just fleetingly as he guided her down and set her on her feet.
    She turned to him angrily but quenched her rage when she saw that he was genuinely concerned about her. When she began to tremble with the shock, he put his arms around her shoulders and held her closely.
    He kissed her head. ‘Are you all right, miss?’
    Her breasts against his chest felt hot. His heart was beating fast as he yoked her neck and kissed her temple. She pulled away. Damn it, was he trying to seduce her?
    Her rebuff seemed to make him angry. ‘You might at least say thank you. I could have let you fall.’
    She threw her head back haughtily. ‘But then you wouldn’t have been able to put your hand where it had no business to be, would you.’
    He pulled her close again. ‘But you liked it. You’re moist where a woman only gets moist when she wants a man. Don’t pretend you don’t want me. I can see it in your eyes, miss.’ She felt that he added the ‘miss’ out of habit, not because he felt subservient to her.
    She snapped, ‘Firstly, Mr Flanders, a woman might become moist without craving for a pig like you. Secondly, I don’t want you, except to do the gardens.’
    ‘But I think you do.’ He held her so gently as he whispered the words that she was beginning to soften to him.
    She stiffened. ‘Then you think wrong. Let go of me.’
    As he defied her, she began to feel vulnerable but she was determined not to let him get the better of her.
    His breath was hot upon her face as he put his lips to hers. ‘Did you enjoy watching me and Sophie last night, miss?’
    That took Gael by surprise. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ She whispered it meekly, realising that she was losing control of the situation as well as her reactions to the man.
    ‘You know full well what I mean. I heard a twig snap and saw you dart behind a tree.’
    Gael’s solar plexus heaved. So the show had been for her benefit. He had purposely made remarks about having ‘Miss Goody-goody’ just to goad her. And he had probably put on his display with Sophie in the belief that it would stimulate the watcher.
    The veins in his neck pulsed as he looked down at her. ‘Did you enjoy watching me fuck her?’
    ‘There’s no need to use language like –’ She stopped abruptly as he bit her ear.
    ‘But that’s what it was. I wasn’t making love to her. I was fucking her. That’s what she wanted. It’s all she ever wants.’
    Gael snorted. ‘That’s what you think she wants.’
    He raised an eyebrow. ‘And how would you know what the little hell-cat wants or doesn’t want from me?’
    Gael flicked her hair back angrily. ‘Because she told me – that’s how!’
    Now he came in close again, whispering in her ear, ‘And what did she tell you, miss? Did she say how muchshe likes me to tie her to the bed and lick her armpits, down her flanks and up between her legs while she cries out for my cock?’
    Gael didn’t answer. He was too close and she was too excited by him for her mind to reason properly.
    ‘Or did she tell you how she likes me to hang her by the ankles in the hay loft with her legs splayed wide apart while I stroke her fanny with a feather duster?’
    Gael brought herself up tall. ‘No – she did not. And I think you have