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at some place beyond her left ear.  May I have Cook prepare more bacon and toast for you,
Ma am?
 No, thank you. Excuse me, what is your name?
 Roberts, Ma am.
 Thank you, Roberts. I am quite pleased with breakfast. Do give my compliments to the
cook.
He took the opportunity to look into her eyes. Whatever he saw, he did not register in his
expression.  Will that be all, Ma am?
She was returning, wasn t she? As Adam s wife. With full privileges and duties here to run
this household.  Yes, Roberts. Good morning, she bid him, authority in her tone.
As he left, Adam returned. His face was somber, the lines around his mouth etched with
some concern.
 Did you finish? he asked her, his gloom dissolving as he came to put his arm around her
and hug her close.  Sorry, darling. Couldn t be helped. Ulsmly demands his prerogatives.
 I m certain.
 Come sit with me and talk while I finish my breakfast. He took her hand and led her to
her chair. A light came to his dark eyes.  Did you replenish your energy?
 I think I did, she said, believing it to be true.  Enormous amounts of it, too.
He took a bit of toast into his mouth.  Mmm. Chi.
 What?
 Energy you need. What anyone needs. The Mandarin word for it is chi. One must have
tons of it to enjoy good sex.
Her cheeks flamed.
He gave her a lopsided grin.  After all we ve done, you blush so red you match your
gown?
 Pray, good man. Give a woman an opportunity to become accustomed to such
conversation, she justified herself with a gay taunt.
He used his napkin, pushed back his chair then reached over and pulled her to his lap.
 Don t be shy.
She flicked a button on his waist coast.  I m not. It is just the light of day, you realize. And
we are in the breakfast room.
His fingers etched swirls on her thighs.  Anywhere you are is where I wish to have you.
She met the challenge in his gaze.  Here?
With one arm, he swept the breakfast dishes toward the center of the long table.  Here.
He told her to rise and sit on the table.
She hooted.  You cannot mean to do it now?
He raised her chin.  Anytime. Do you doubt we can do it at this angle?
She threw back her head to laugh.  I do not doubt you can do it backwards!
 Mmm. He nodded.  That I will show you this evening. He helped her slide back on the
polished wood.
 You are a satyr.
At that, he paused for a moment, definitely unhappy with the pronouncement. But then
he leaned forward to thumb her nipples and reach inside her bodice to bring forth one breast
then the other.
She looked down at herself. A total wanton. Scandalous Miss Proper.
She scarcely had time to berate herself than his seeking hands were gathering up her hem
and lifting it above her thighs.
 I want to see you prepare yourself for me. As I taught you last night.
Her hands played and pinched her nipples. They sank over the wrinkled froth of her
gown and down to the pouf of her pussy. Her pussy. Adam s term for her nether hair and now
her own. She combed her fingers through it. Stroked it. Tugged it. The friction made her moan in
need and cry out for him.
 More, he told her in a guttural sound. He opened the placket of his breeches, grasping
his rigid cock and caressing it, thumbing moisture from his hard red tip.  Show me that you are
eager for me, pet.
 I am, she cried, as she parted her pussy lips.  See how hot and wet I am. She sent a
fingertip down one slick lip.
 A flowing fountain. He smiled wickedly.  See how well we fit together here. He
inserted his shaft inside her, halted then pulled out.
She objected.
 I know, my sweet. But anticipation is so good for you.
 You will drive me to Bedlam.
He kissed her like a madman.  I intend to go with you. He entered her again and held.
Then set up a rhythm that had him enter, hold and retreat. Enter, hold. Retreat. Enter, hold.
Retreat.  This is Two Seagulls Soaring.
Two lovers fucking.  I see that, she said with difficulty as he continued, seemingly
disciplined as a monk, save for the perspiration on his brow.
 Then we will go to my aunt s, he said on a hold,  and return to move your belongings
into the bedroom suite adjacent to mine.
 No, she objected on retreat.
 Fear not, he told her on enter.  You sleep with me.
 Not separately, she demanded on hold.
 Never, he said on retreat.  I have more to teach you.
Her incredulous gaze danced over his features.  You know more positions?
 A multitude, he exaggerated with wide-eyed lechery.
She giggled.  I am yours. But you must go faster.
 I cannot, he confessed on a stunning enter.
 You d better, she threatened.  Or I m& um& what do you call it& rejoicing without
you!
 Well, then, if you must do it now? He rocked her in a faster tempo that shifted the table
and made them both laugh.
 I believe I really, really& must!
Afterward, they pondered what the servants must think of the master of the house who
had just brought his new wife home more than five months past their wedding and had claimed
her in the dining room for more than an hour. What s more, they had set the china clattering and
the table legs groaning to their uproarious shouts and ribald laughter at eleven in the morning.
Chapter Eight
Each day, Felice discovered new satisfactions to being Adam s wife.
His servants accepted her as their mistress without incident or comment.
His Aunt Amaryllis was the first to call on Felice a week after she d moved into his
townhouse. Days later, the grand old lady brought two of her best friends, dowagers of the first
water whose acceptance was needed for any woman in society to make a place for herself.
Other scions of the town soon followed. Lady Ulmsly, featherbrained but forthright,
presented her card. Clarice, Adam s half-sister, came praising two new male staff secured for her
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