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behind.
He thrust harder, pushing Warren farther onto the desk.
    Warren sank to his elbows and tightened his legs around
Archer’s waist. “You bastard,” he said. “Watching her in her underwear was
torture enough. Give it to me.”
    Archer plunged deep, his balls slapping against Warren’s
arse. “Why do you think I’m punishing you?” He sucked on the base of Warren’s
neck, gave it a quick nip, but nowhere hard enough for what Warren hungered
for.
    “Bloody hell. You could have been there if you wanted to.”
    Both of them panted. Sweat ran down Archer’s back and face.
“Not this first time.”
    Warren growled. “That was your choice.”
    “It was.” Archer gave one last mighty thrust and dug his
teeth deep into Warren’s chest muscle. His lover roared and streams of come
pumped across his abdomen. Archer exploded in ecstasy, his knees buckling as
all strength left him.
    Warren’s legs dropped from his waist. He slumped against the
desk, his eyes closed, his light-brown hair a mess, sweat sheening his
well-muscled torso.
    Archer forced power into his legs and stumbled to the narrow
shelf in the corner. A quick pull of a book activated a hidden switch and
opened a door into a tiny bathroom. He washed up and brought a wet cloth to
Warren, who barely moved as Archer cleaned him.
    Archer stowed the cloth and closed the door. He pulled
Warren to his feet and together they stumbled to the sofa. They lay down,
Warren nestled in Archer’s arms. “She will belong to us.”
    Archer stroked his fingers across Warren’s nape. “How can
you be so certain? What if she is like the others?” He wasn’t sure if he could
bear to bury their dream of safety and family again. “If she can’t take it,
we’re moving. There are plenty of orphans all over the world. We can build our
own family.”
    Warren kissed his neck. “We won’t have to.”
    Archer remained silent. He hoped Warren was right, but he
would make some inquiries into property on the continent.
    It never hurt to be prepared.
    * * * * *
    For the rest of the day Sarah struggled to push the
happenings of the morning out of her mind. When planning on how to make ends
meet until her father’s next paycheck and a strong cup of tea didn’t stop the
images of Archer and Warren flittering before her inner eye, she turned to her
usual escape.
    She strode through the house and into her small sitting
room. On the table was the latest copy of The Daily Telegraph ’s travel
edition. A young man was following in Sir Richard Francis Burton’s footsteps,
recreating Burton’s journey exploring the South African lakes.
    Sarah sank into the descriptions and details of the
environment, the animals and the people the young journalist had met. With each
word her longing to see these things with her own eyes grew deeper and deeper.
As she reached the final word she sank back in her chair and dropped the
periodical across her chest.
    Her eyes closed and she imagined herself in South Africa.
She would be alone. Just a guide and a couple of porters. They wouldn’t know
her or have any contact with the people here in London, so she would not have
to wear the same constricting clothes she had to in polite society. Instead she
would be in light trousers, sturdy boots and a shirt. No corset, nothing to
constrain her.
    Both Archer and Warren would be dressed in a simil—Sarah
shot up out of her chair. Damnation, now the two men even invaded her
daydreams. She exhaled and picked up an earlier edition of The Telegraph ,
this one talking about parts of southern India, but the words didn’t hold her
attention.
    Instead her imagination kept pulling her back to Africa,
wearing scandalous clothes and accompanied by the two men who dominated her
thoughts.
    In her fantasy she didn’t wear a chemise and the cotton of
her shirt rubbed against her nipples. With each step her heavy breasts
swayed a little, hardening the sensitive peaks even more.
    Warren walked beside her. He wore no