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the bedside table and took a long swallow, but it did little to soften the coarse rub
of irritation riding over the heavy disappointment. And after all the debating whether
to come to Thornton's bedchamber, after all that pacing and arguing with himself, he
found this.
But something he needed to see for himself, a blunt reminder of Thornton's true
nature.
He set the glass down and scrubbed a hand over his face. Leave . Yes, indeed, he
should go back to his bedchamber and get a few hours of sleep before returning to
London to start his search for someone to share his life with. Staying the full length of
their short holiday was now out of the question. More days spent with Thornton would
only make it harder to leave. But…
His gaze traveled once more over the sinfully beautiful man sprawled on the large
four-poster bed. Their previous encounters had been hasty affairs, clothing only
unbuttoned enough to bare the essentials. He was already here… What harm could
come from indulging one last time? He nudged the whisky bottle with his toe, pushing
it against a leg of the bedside table. Thornton likely wouldn't remember it anyway. But
he would.
One night of complete and utter abandon. The chance to give free rein to every
sexual impulse he had ever tamped down. And to do it with Thornton, a man
accustomed to walking away in the morning without a backward glance.
Such an opportunity would likely never present itself again. Such stark, blinding,
raw lust did not go hand in hand with a steady, amiable man capable of a long-term,
discreet commitment. The only type of man he would share his bed with once he
returned to London. But as long as he kept the knowledge of exactly whom he indulged
with in the forefront of his mind, he was fairly certain he could survive one night with
Thornton and walk away with his heart intact.
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He toed off his shoes and whisked his shirt over his head, flicking it to the floor
before he could give it another thought. The navy coat, waistcoat, and cravat had been
discarded a good hour ago, well before he'd even left his own bedchamber. Anticipation
now coursing through his veins, he stood and removed his trousers, leaving them in a
pile at his feet. His erection sprang free, hard and heavy and eager to feel those skilled
hands and lush lips one last time.
Gaze pinned on the most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on, he went to the foot
of the bed. Careful not disturb the mattress, he slowly crawled up Thornton's body and
dropped a light kiss on that firmly rounded arse.
* * * * *
A light, soft tickle roused Leopold from a deep sleep. He reached back to swat
lazily at his bum and encountered…
He levered up on his forearms to look over his shoulder.
A dream? He blinked and passed a hand over his eyes. His head certainly felt
fogged. But he never dreamed of Arthur when he overimbibed before bed. He looked
again.
Arthur. Naked. Crouched behind him, his head bowed over Leopold's arse, his
lips less than an inch from his skin.
Holy hell . He had come after all. Grinning, Leopold shook his head in amazement,
happiness flooding his senses, chasing away the despair that had nearly broken his
heart.
“Evening, Barrington,” he said, voice raspy from sleep. “Find anything that
interests you back there?”
The sharp nip zinged along his nerves and made him ache for more.
“Most assuredly.” At Arthur's low, rumbling growl, blood pooled to Leopold's
groin so quickly his head went light.
Even in his wildest fantasies, Arthur Barrington hadn't bitten him on the arse.
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Dragging his lips along his spine, Arthur crawled up his body. Pressed kisses
across his shoulder to his neck and up to his ear. Soft, light kisses that made Leopold
feel cherished. Wanted. Treasured. With a moan, he hung his head, resting his forehead
on his pillow, and lifted his hips, brushing against Arthur's erection. Arthur let out a
barely
of irritation riding over the heavy disappointment. And after all the debating whether
to come to Thornton's bedchamber, after all that pacing and arguing with himself, he
found this.
But something he needed to see for himself, a blunt reminder of Thornton's true
nature.
He set the glass down and scrubbed a hand over his face. Leave . Yes, indeed, he
should go back to his bedchamber and get a few hours of sleep before returning to
London to start his search for someone to share his life with. Staying the full length of
their short holiday was now out of the question. More days spent with Thornton would
only make it harder to leave. But…
His gaze traveled once more over the sinfully beautiful man sprawled on the large
four-poster bed. Their previous encounters had been hasty affairs, clothing only
unbuttoned enough to bare the essentials. He was already here… What harm could
come from indulging one last time? He nudged the whisky bottle with his toe, pushing
it against a leg of the bedside table. Thornton likely wouldn't remember it anyway. But
he would.
One night of complete and utter abandon. The chance to give free rein to every
sexual impulse he had ever tamped down. And to do it with Thornton, a man
accustomed to walking away in the morning without a backward glance.
Such an opportunity would likely never present itself again. Such stark, blinding,
raw lust did not go hand in hand with a steady, amiable man capable of a long-term,
discreet commitment. The only type of man he would share his bed with once he
returned to London. But as long as he kept the knowledge of exactly whom he indulged
with in the forefront of his mind, he was fairly certain he could survive one night with
Thornton and walk away with his heart intact.
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He toed off his shoes and whisked his shirt over his head, flicking it to the floor
before he could give it another thought. The navy coat, waistcoat, and cravat had been
discarded a good hour ago, well before he'd even left his own bedchamber. Anticipation
now coursing through his veins, he stood and removed his trousers, leaving them in a
pile at his feet. His erection sprang free, hard and heavy and eager to feel those skilled
hands and lush lips one last time.
Gaze pinned on the most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on, he went to the foot
of the bed. Careful not disturb the mattress, he slowly crawled up Thornton's body and
dropped a light kiss on that firmly rounded arse.
* * * * *
A light, soft tickle roused Leopold from a deep sleep. He reached back to swat
lazily at his bum and encountered…
He levered up on his forearms to look over his shoulder.
A dream? He blinked and passed a hand over his eyes. His head certainly felt
fogged. But he never dreamed of Arthur when he overimbibed before bed. He looked
again.
Arthur. Naked. Crouched behind him, his head bowed over Leopold's arse, his
lips less than an inch from his skin.
Holy hell . He had come after all. Grinning, Leopold shook his head in amazement,
happiness flooding his senses, chasing away the despair that had nearly broken his
heart.
“Evening, Barrington,” he said, voice raspy from sleep. “Find anything that
interests you back there?”
The sharp nip zinged along his nerves and made him ache for more.
“Most assuredly.” At Arthur's low, rumbling growl, blood pooled to Leopold's
groin so quickly his head went light.
Even in his wildest fantasies, Arthur Barrington hadn't bitten him on the arse.
Convincing Arthur
49
Dragging his lips along his spine, Arthur crawled up his body. Pressed kisses
across his shoulder to his neck and up to his ear. Soft, light kisses that made Leopold
feel cherished. Wanted. Treasured. With a moan, he hung his head, resting his forehead
on his pillow, and lifted his hips, brushing against Arthur's erection. Arthur let out a
barely
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