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by-blows with
any of his various mistresses or while carousing with the help? She wouldn’t
doubt it, nor did she want to know. It had been years since he’d warmed her
bed, and she was quite content with that. Lydia shook her head in the hope of
clearing her thoughts. “A bit more hot water will do the trick I think.”
    More than the
domestic staff had little choice. At least if the staff wished to carouse with
each other, they did with no care to their public image or reputation. The
aristocracy had to be content with cold bedrooms and colder futures unless they
wanted a fall from grace. She’d made the best of her life and sought happiness
doing good works, though the physical ache for a man’s attention never went
away.
    “Very
good.” Phyllis left the room only to return a few minutes later with the footman who’d
brought up the tub. Now he carried a black, metal bucket of steaming water.
    Lydia let her gaze
travel over the footman. He bent over slightly to add the water to the bath and
her breath caught. His arse was so tight and firm she wanted to grasp it and
squeeze for the mere joy of feeling young, male flesh. Though he was probably
ten years her junior, she couldn’t help her admiration. “Thank you, Paul.”
    His broad shoulders
and muscled chest filled out his blue-and-white livery to perfection. What
would those strong arms feel like holding her close or pinning her wrists above
her head while he plundered her breasts with his mouth? Excitement shot down
her spine. I might be trapped in a
loveless marriage, but I’m certainly not dead. In that one second she
understood why her brother had done what he had. Lust circled around her like a
voracious beast.
    “Do you require
more water?” The groom straightened with slow movements as if he knew of her
regard. He faced her, the empty bucket resting on one solid thigh.
    “No.” Despite her
inappropriate thoughts, she couldn’t help glancing at the front of his
breeches. A faint bulge pressed against the garment. Was that his resting
member, or did he desire her? Tingles danced through her core. What did he look
like fully engorged? Would he be thick in girth or long in length? Her
heartbeat tripped into a fast rhythm. Should she risk all to find out?
    She caught a wicked
gleam in his eyes as he noticed her interest. “Enjoy your bath, Lady Trayhurn.”
He flicked his gaze down her body, lingering briefly at her thighs and sliding
over her breasts before returning to her face. His lips curved in a cheeky
grin, but he turned and strode from the room before she could think of anything
to say.
    Heat rushed over
her skin at his lazy insolence, yet she couldn’t deny the exchange had been
blatantly suggestive. Had he guessed her thoughts? She squeezed her thighs
together to stem the throb in her pussy. Oh to experience his youthful
exuberance while he thrust into her or used her body as his play thing. She’d
wager he’d be an attentive and demanding lover.
    Phyllis softly
cleared her throat. “Will there be anything else, Lady Trayhurn?”
    Nothing that you can provide. Aloud, she said, “Not
that I can think of.” She moistened her lips. “I plan to retire directly after
my bath.”
    “Very
well. I’ve left your wrapper and a clean shift on the bed. There’s a towel on the
floor near the tub. If you require my assistance later, please ring the bell.”
The maid glided to the door on silent feet. “Have a restful sleep.”
    “Thank you.” Lydia
sighed with relief when Phyllis exited and closed the door. She untied the sash
and let the robe drop from her shoulders. As she climbed into the rose-scented
water, another sigh escaped. Warmth closed over her body and eased the aches
from her muscles. Sinking in to her chin with her knees bent and out of the
water, she leaned back, closed her eyes and fixed an image of the groom in her
mind.
    She opened her
thighs as her fantasy of him naked and masterful developed. Water lapped over
her sensitive