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morning room or drawing room—not the bedchamber.
    —from the make-believe gossip papers of Miss Amelia Wimple
    “Jesus, Amelia.”
    The sight of her sitting naked before him, firelight dancing over her skin, her thick hair grazing the tips of her swollen breasts, nearly undid him.
    Cursing under his breath, he sat up and captured her mouth with his, giving desire free rein. She melted into him, pressing her breasts to his chest and melding her lips to his.
    The scent of her arousal hung in the air around them, making his cock painfully hard. She was so beautiful and genuine in everything she did, including this. He knew that she’d open herself to him if he asked her to, and that they could both find their release.
    But he wouldn’t ask that. Instead, he’d focus on giving her pleasure and hope that she would remember this night—and him—long after he’d gone.
    He eased her back down, laying her head on the pillow. “There’s one more rule.” He took a long lock of her silky hair and brushed the ends over a pert nipple, making her arch her back and moan. “The rule is simple: you must not feel ashamed. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. You are beautiful. This is beautiful. This is how it should be between a man and a woman.”
    He could say that with utter certainty because in spite of having been with many women, he’d never felt the connection that he felt to Amelia.
    She gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and smiled languorously. “I told you this afternoon that I trusted you, and I do. So let us not waste this night with talking.”
    Though he happened to enjoy talking with her, he couldn’t argue with her logic. “Very well. Lay back, close your eyes, and leave everything to me.”
    Amelia pulled him down for a kiss, arching her body like a bow and tempting him with her hips. He swept a hand up the inside of her leg, lingering at the sensitive spot behind her knee before caressing the soft skin at the tops of her thighs. She let her head fall back and moaned.
    Dear God, she was amazing. But he couldn’t look at her lush breasts, flushed with desire, or her long, lithe legs that would be perfect for wrapping around him. Because if he did, he would spill his seed right into his breeches.
    He splayed a hand across her belly and over the chemise that was bunched around her hips and rubbed the silk between her legs, watching her face and listening to her sighs so that he could please her more. When her knees fell apart, he swept the chemise aside, touched the slick, swollen folds of her sex, and slipped a finger inside her. God, she was tight. And hot. And writhing beneath him.
    He withdrew his finger and she whimpered.
    He shifted his body lower, and his blood pounded in his ears as he bent his head and tasted her. She tensed but didn’t push him away, and as he flicked his tongue over and around her sex, he felt her muscles slowly relax. But as need began to spiral inside her once more, she pleaded with him.
    “Stephen, I…”
    He loved the taste of her, loved the way she gave herself over to him.
    She tensed and moaned as release finally came. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she whimpered softly as tremors radiated through her body. When at last she was limp and sated, he lay beside her and pulled her into his arms.
    “I never knew,” she said simply.
    For several moments they lay there, legs tangled, till their breathing slowed. He thought she might have fallen asleep, until she caressed his chest, lightly raking her fingernails over his nipples.
    “Amelia.” He said her name like a warning.
    “Second rule. I’m a princess. Ringing any bells?”
    He chuckled. “I live to serve.”
    She sat up, a riot of curls surrounding her head like a halo. “I want to see you. Touch you.” Boldly, she stroked the front of his buckskins, starting at his stones and slowly working her way up his cock. No doubt about it, she was going to kill him.
    Before he knew what she was doing, she’d