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made demands, it aroused her beyond reason. Even now, her pussy twitched as he guided her head up and down over him in a fast, rough rhythm. She found herself lost in it and stroked him with her hand as well as her tongue as the passion built, his control weakened and finally, with a shout, he came.
    She took every drop of his sweet essence, milking him through the crisis until he went limp in her hand and equally limp against the seat. Looking up at him from his wet, spent cock, she smiled.
    “It has been a long time since I did that with such pleasure,” she whispered.
    He grinned at her, the unmistakably triumphant expression of a highly satisfied gentleman.
    “Equally long since I felt such release, I would wager,” he laughed, then reached down to fix his appearance. “But I owe you an equally powerful release now. And I very much look forward to returning that favor.”
    She blinked. “I do not keep count of such things, Benedict. I did not pleasure you because I desired you to owe me a boon. I did so because I wanted to perform the act.”
    He tilted his head. “And I wish to do the same for you. Do not make our new… relationship …more complex than it must be, Vivien.”
    Vivien tilted her head. The way he emphasized the word “relationship” was quite dismissive, as was his expression as he finished tucking himself back in and refastening his buttons and hooks. Perhaps she had read his intentions wrong. Perhaps this time he felt no bond to her other than a desire to have her in his bed.
    Which was a good thing. Only it felt less than pleasant.
    But she did not get a chance to brood over this new development overly long, for the carriage began to slow as it turned and then came to a stop. She pushed the curtain aside and outside was a large, beautiful park she had never seen before. Just a few feet away from the street was a magnificent lake with a blanket spread out on its shores and covered with a spread fit for the Queen herself.
    The door opened and a footman reached inside to help her out. She took his hand without breaking her gaze from the pretty scene ahead of her. As Benedict stepped down beside her, she turned to him.
    “Tell me that this isn’t for us,” she gasped.
    He grinned. “I can tell you that, but it will be a lie.”
    She gaped as she looked again. Somehow, in the span of a few hours, he had arranged this. For her. A gift she hadn’t expected, but now that it had been given, it touched her heart.
    The one place she could not share. Especially with him.
     
    As Vivien stepped toward the picnic his staff had arranged for them, Benedict could see her surprise written on every line of her face. He rather enjoyed seeing it in one sense. Vivien often covered her reactions, so seeing them was a rare treat.
    But in another way, he was troubled by her surprise and shock at the arrangements he had made. Did no one think to do something nice for her anymore? Was she so alone and isolated from any affection that it took her so off guard?
    She moved toward the picnic blanket as the carriage moved away to offer them privacy. But she didn’t stop there—she continued strolling over to the lake and stared at the water, her eyes clouded with thoughts he wished she would share.
    “Does this not please you?” he asked as he moved to stand beside her.
    She jolted, almost as if she had forgotten he was there. “Oh no, on the contrary, it is lovely,” she reassured him. “I was just thinking—”
    She broke off and he frowned. That was the one constant—Vivien did not give of herself in any way beyond her body.
    She looked off toward the road in the distance and shifted. “You know my family home is just a few hours outside town in the same direction we were traveling to come here,” she mused, so quiet that it was obvious she spoke more to herself than to him.
    He drew back in surprise. She had never spoken of her family to him, not in all the months they had shared a bed and a life