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asking.
    Johnson grunted
as he did up the final button. “I would be a dead man, I should
think.” Charlotte gaped at him in shock and he laughed. “Not
literally dead,” he said. “But it wouldn't be pretty. He's used to
getting what he wants and he wants you.”
    “And if he
found out you had me first?”
    “You're not
thinking of telling him are you?”
    “No,” she said
sadly. What would be the point of that? It was not as if there was
any need to make him jealous when they could never be together.
    “Anyway,”
Johnson said casually as he turned away from her. “We're going back
to London in the morning, and he'll forget you once he dips his
wick into some willing whore.”
     
     
    That night,
Charlotte spent a lonely hour or so in the library, vainly
searching for a novel that might distract her gloomy thoughts. On
her return to her room she stumbled across Johnson pressing one of
the maids against the wall and pushing his hand up her skirt. His
shirtsleeves were rolled up giving Charlotte a mouth-watering view
of the tendons in his strong forearm as he worked on his task.
    She froze in
place, a few steps below them, but Johnson sensed her presence and
turned his head towards her. His eyes gleamed devilishly in the
gloom and he shook his head slowly, his meaning clear. Then
withdrawing his hand from beneath the maid's skirts he slowly
licked his fingers, his hooded eyes not leaving Charlotte's.
    Her mouth fell
open in a silent gasp and Johnson grabbed hold of the girl's hand.
“Come on Daisy,” he said. “His lordship's waiting for us.”
    The girl gave a
giggle and he pulled her towards the closed door of Rafe's room.
They both disappeared inside, the door sliding shut behind
them.
    It seemed the
Earl was already doing his best to forget her.
     
     
     

Chapter
12
     
    The Earl's Remedy
     
    In which our
regency rake attempts to distract himself with some expensive
entertainment.
     
     
    The Earl of
Langham lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head watching the
luscious red head suck his cock. She had her pale little hand
wrapped around his thick shaft and he moaned as she rhythmically
squeezed him at the same time as sucking him into her hot mouth. He
smiled down at her and rested his hand on her silky curls as she
took him further into her mouth. Her free hand snaked up his hard
abdomen and played with the hairs that lightly covered his muscular
chest. God, Madam Bella chose her girls well.
    She pulled her
mouth off him with a loud sucking noise and looking up at him with
heavy lidded eyes said, “You have the loveliest cock, Sir. Fancy
fucking me now?”
    “I most
certainly do,” he growled at her, grabbing at her and pulling her
up his body. “I’ll give it to you alright,” he said thrusting his
throbbing cock against her soft belly. “But no faking it, you hear
me. I want you coming round my cock for real. I want to hear you
screaming out loud because you can’t help yourself, not because I’m
paying you to do it.”
    “Oh don’t you
worry, Sir,” she purred, her hard nipples scraping across his chest
hair. “You always make me come so hard I almost pass out. Every
single time.”
    With that he
grabbed her hips in his big hands and lifted her onto his cock,
standing hard and proud ready to thrust deep into her wet
pussy.
    “Ready for
this?” he asked her, digging his nails into her flesh and teasing
her swollen entrance with the tip of his cock.
    “Oh God yes!”
she cried. “Fuck me hard! Shove that huge prick into my needy
little puss! Stretch me wide.”
    And he pulled
her down onto his cock and bucked his hips so he was deep inside
her with one violent thrust, bottoming out so his balls slammed
against her.
    She cried out
and arching her back, thrust her perfect little tits forward so his
mouth was able to clamp over one rosy nipple. He sucked at it as he
pulled her down onto his ramrod hard cock. He slid in and out of
her slick heat, his cock hardening even more, his