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will never be satisfied by one woman, let alone his wife.” Christopher laughed. “But thank god I caught them. He is the answers to my prayers. If I’d known how easy Melissa’d be, I might have set her up in a compromising situation earlier.”
    Anthony was supposed to have been Cassandra’s salvation. No one but her man of business and her lawyer truly knew the state of her finances. Christopher’s debts paled into insignificance next to hers.
    That two-faced milk-sop Melissa had ruined everything. Cassandra would have to look for another potential, yet rich, husband.
    She sighed. With her beauty it should not be difficult. It’s simply she wanted more than a rich husband. She wanted a real man, a man who made her body wet and needy with one seductive look. A man whose erection was so huge she’d feel as if he’d impaled her on it—a man like Anthony James Craven, the Earl of Wickham.
    His sexual prowess was legendary. Her feminine folds became wet merely thinking about the pleasure his instrument of passion could give her.
    How she’d longed to join his Wicked Club. She was not jealous of the women before her. She planned to be the only member of the club that succeeded in becoming his wife. That’s why she’d tried to play her silly game. She’d built his desire for her until she could see it flaming in his eyes every time he looked at her.
    Her fait accompli was when he’d agreed to move in while his town house was undergoing repairs. The fact that she’d paid a man to set the fire had luckily escaped notice.
    She tried to keep her tone even. “Tell me, how exactly did you happen to catch them?”
    Christopher frowned. “His brother, Richard, came and got me. I thought that strange. I always thought they liked each other. Most thought they were very close.”
    It made perfect sense to Cassie. Richard had been pursuing her, too. She was accustomed to men fighting over her, yet to force your own brother into marriage seemed extreme. Plus it wouldn’t stop her bedding Anthony anyway. She bit her lip. No, something else was going on here.
    Christopher turned to face her. “I may need help with Melissa. She has not taken her situation well at all. I wouldn’t put it past her to do something stupid, like run away. This morning she was in tears begging me not to force her into this marriage. The girl’s insane. She is completely ruined, a wealthy earl has proposed marriage, and yet for some reason she seems afraid to marry Lord Wickham.”
    Cassie gritted her teeth. How did she tell Melissa’s brother that the likely size of Wickham’s member probably hurt his sister to the point that she’s terrified of sharing Anthony’s bed. “Losing one’s virginity can often be a most painful experience. She is probably simply fearful of further hurt. I will reassure her. “
    Christopher smiled in relief. “You are most kind. I had forgotten the talk about Wickham’s size.”
    Cassandra had most definitely not, and she could not wait to feel the full hard length of him as he drove into her. She would marry him, for nothing was going to stop her.
    But what to do about Melissa? A delicious shiver of evil slid down her spine. She knew a man who might help. This could be quite profitable for her in more ways than one.
    She licked her lips and fingered her wet folds. Then, the Earl of Wickham would be all hers to enjoy and savor.
    She rolled on top of Christopher and began stroking him. “Tell me, how soon are they to wed?”
    Christopher’s voice hitched. “Friday,” he panted.
    Cassandra kissed and sucked his nipples before she rose to her knees and moved up to grip the headboard, perfectly positioned above Christopher’s face.
    “Then I suggest we help them plan this happy event.” She looked down expectantly at her lover. “Now that you are connected to an earl, it should not take me long to find you asuitable bride. A suitable, wealthy bride. Why don’t you show me how grateful you can be?”
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