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so
good,” she cried. “Thrust a little and I’m going to come.”
    Rafe pulled out
a few inches and then rammed into her with a grunt, and at the same
time the blonde grabbed hold of her hips and rocked into her pussy.
She gave a keening scream as she broke apart, her puckered hole
spasming round Rafe’s cock making him slam into her wildly.
    Then suddenly
he felt a warm body against his back and a hand resting on his
clenching arse cheeks. It was the redhead and she was pushing her
oil-slicked finger into his arsehole. His entire body froze and
then he felt as if he had been thrown over a cliff as his cock
exploded, firing out blazing hot streams of molten lava into the
brunette’s bowels, shouting unintelligible words as the cum kept
shooting out of him.
    When his head
had cleared he managed to ease out of her, his cock still hard and
with the stimulus of her tight muscles sliding against him, he
pumped out one last glob of cum which dripped thickly down his
shaft and dripped onto the floor.
     
     
     

Chapter
13
     
    The Governess Swoons
     
    In which the
governess comes face to face with her past.
     
     
    Two weeks
later, Charlotte found herself in London, accompanying Sophie and
the boys on a mission to order new clothes.
    She was alone
in the Langham's townhouse when a visitor called. When the butler
told her his name, her heart almost stopped beating and she was
gripped with a cold panic, a sensation Charlotte had not felt since
she had been under Randall's so-called protection.
    Somehow, she
managed to walk to the library on legs so weak they barely held her
up. He was standing by the fireplace examining the antique clock on
the mantelpiece and for a moment he ignored her presence. Then he
turned and fixed her with a look devoid of any surprise, his eyes
cold and expectant.
    “Mr Hooper,”
was all she managed to say and the sound of his name on her lips
for the first time in months sent shudders down her spine.
    “Miss Kemp,” he
said, his mouth turning upwards in a predatory smile. “I heard you
had been employed by the Fairburns. Were you aware that I was their
solicitor?”
    Of course she
was not aware. If she had been she would not be standing here right
now enduring his cold-blooded gaze.
    “Come closer,”
he said. “Let me have a good look at you.”
    She wanted to
turn and flee from the room, but she could feel her head swimming
and something pulled her towards him and she found herself standing
inches away from him, close enough for him to reach out and touch a
lock of her hair that had escaped her tidy bun.
    “Randall was a
fool to let you go,” he said, his tongue snaking out and running
over the front row of his yellowing teeth. “He won't find another
as willing as you. At least, not one who will give herself
completely gratis.”
    His hand shot
to her waist and he tugged her towards him. “How about reliving old
times and showing me that pretty cunt of yours,” and before
Charlotte could even register what was happening his hands were
pulling at her skirts, his hot pungent breath on her neck.
    Her whole body
was rigid with panic as his sweaty touch grazed her thighs and then
there was the sound of the door opening and she looked towards it
to see Rafe standing there.
    Now her breath
had stopped for an altogether different reason. She had forgotten
how magnificent he was. He was dressed more smartly than she had
ever seen him, in a rich blue tailcoat with shiny gold buttons and
tight tan breeches. His hair, however, was as dishevelled as ever,
his cheeks flushed, his thick lashed indigo eyes darkening by the
second. He seemed to take a moment to register the scene in front
of him and then he shot forward and Hooper's hands withdrew from
Charlotte's skirts and he leapt away from her. But Rafe was already
on an unstoppable trajectory, and with a look of terrifying
concentration, he lifted his fist and it met Hooper's jaw with a
sickening crunch.
    Hooper slumped
to the floor with a groan,