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patient.”
    The bench was just wide enough for her to place a knee on either side of his hips. Rising up on her hands and knees, she stretched herself like a cat waking from a nap. Nick’s cock slipped out, slapping against his belly.
    “Sad to have to leave you, my lord, but if I do not get off you now, I fear I shan’t be able to stand up for our wedding.”
    Rotherford grinned. “We can’t have that, can we?”
    She shook her head. “Absolutely not.”
    His soft groan gave her pause, and a downward glance caught his difficult swallow.
    “Is something amiss?” she asked.
    “Do that again.”
    She frowned. “Do what?”
    “Shake your head.”
    She complied with his odd request, taking note of the direction of his gaze. His eyes rested on her breasts, which were swaying gently.
    “Such beauty…”
    Crawling up over his body, she lowered herself until her nipple touched his mouth and shook her head again. Her breast dragged across his lips. “Suckle me, my lord.”
    Her breath went out with a hiss as he drew her flesh into his mouth, his tongue teasing her tingling bud. Turning her head, she darted a glance at William. “I have another for you.”
    As Will approached, she dismounted. “Now, if you gentlemen would sit side by side…”
    The two men moved with astonishing haste, their cocks already stiffening with renewed vigor. Widening her stance, she arched her back and rubbed her soft globes first in Nick’s face and then Will’s. Semen ran down her inner thighs, a reminder of the erotic pleasures she’d enjoyed.
    Stepping back, she cupped a breast in each hand. “To call these breasts seems rather staid. I would prefer a more vulgar term. What would you suggest?”
    “Tits,” William said hoarsely. “You should call them tits.”
    “Then tits they shall be,” she said. “You wicked, wicked men have corrupted me, and now you must pay the price by doing my bidding.” Threading her fingers through their hair, the one ginger, the other black, she pulled them close as she thrust her chest forward. “Suck my tits.”
    Nick did as she asked, grasping her breast with one hand while gripping her bottom with the other. Will did the same, closing his eyes blissfully as he licked her sensitive skin. Shifting her eyes back to Nick, she found him gazing up at her with an expression of astonishment, awe, and something else…
    Her face flooded with warmth, and her heart took a plunge as the shock of her own audacity struck her like a blow. She’d never been unclothed with one man, let alone two. She should’ve been overcome with shyness, should’ve covered herself. Not flaunted her nudity in such a blatant manner.
    She took a step backward, her voice barely a whisper when she finally spoke. “Why are you looking at me like that? Have I done something wrong?”
    If anything, he looked even more peculiar, his lips parted and his bemused gaze never leaving her face. “My dear Juliet. You rob me of speech—even breath. You—”
    Her face fell. She wasn’t the one to make him feel such things. He and William had done it to her . She’d done nothing to them. Not really. She couldn’t be the woman he spoke of. Some other woman, perhaps. Some other time…
    “Pray, do not jest with me, my lord.”
    “You put me under your spell, and yet you deny your own power?”
    A shaky laugh escaped her. “Power? I fear I have done nothing but to suddenly sprout horns—or something equally diverting—for you to look at me in such a way.”
    She’d lost her head for a moment, allowing herself to believe she was as beautiful as Rotherford told her she was. But in truth, she was naught but a ruined spinster, and getting on in years, at that. Not the sort of woman men worshipped with their eyes.
    That was it—the peculiar quality in his gaze. Worship.
    Oh, surely not…
    “Diverting?” he echoed. “Not the word I would’ve chosen. Beguiling or bewitching, perhaps. But certainly not diverting.” Taking her hand,