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faint.

“I have waited so long for this.” He sighed as he entered her slowly with long circular motions of his hips. It only hurt a little, and then the pleasure began as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She clawed his muscular buttocks and greedily pulled him further inside of her, wanting more, wanting all. He thrust harder and faster until she cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of hot pleasure washed over her.

He groaned, “Oh you hot, wet goddess. How I love you!” as he pounded into her hard and shuddered, filling her with his seed.

When they awoke from dozing, he kissed her breasts and worked his way up to her neck. “Do you know how much I love you?”

She smiled. “It cannot possibly be as much as I love you, Fox.”

“I love to hear you call me that, and it is ungrateful of me to argue with you when you have made me so happy, but you are wrong. I love you more. And do you know, I believe you have found a cure for my dizzy spells, clever girl.” His eyes sparkled in the candlelight.

He was so handsome. She inhaled the masculine musk of his chest where it mingled with the bergamot orange scent that he wore. Then she cocked her left brow at him and tilted her head. “So how soon can we do that again?”

He chuckled. “Greedy little Kat. I only promised you one taste, you know. Otherwise you might take what you like from me and try to run away again.”

“You may play at being indifferent all you like, but your friend down there tells a different story.”

He growled and rolled on top of her.

Chapter 16 More Afoot

Foxleigh sipped at his morning tea and settled back into his chair with a contented sigh. It had not taken much to persuade Katherine to relocate to the village inn. They took separate chambers, and Foxleigh found a respectable widow to be Katherine’s companion, for appearances sake. But Mrs. Broden was the sort of chaperone who dozed a lot and was mostly deaf. Foxleigh had made sure of that.

He grinned with the memory of his clandestine liaisons with Kat. They always started with chess and ended with much, much better amusements. The secrecy made their meetings more piquant, but even without that added seasoning, he was sure he could never get enough of her. Things began stirring below deck. “Easy, Foxleigh.” It would not do to show up at the church with his sabre raised.

He withdrew his gold watch from his waistcoat pocket. It would be a long enough interval until their ten o’clock meeting with the priest. He sighed. This was one of those things one simply could not hurry along. The waiting only stirred up his nervous fancy that something would go wrong. They were to take separate carriages, for appearances, but he did not like it.

He wished he could see her once before the ceremony, but he knew he would only be in the way of the entourage of servants he had hired to prepare her. “I guess we two exiled bachelors will have to keep each other company.” He patted Dog and fed him a piece of bacon from a plate he kept for the purpose. It was good to see that he was already recovering some weight.

He detected in Katherine a belief that she was worn out and no longer beautiful. It was preposterous, of course. He would not have thought it possible, but she was more beautiful now than she had been even as a brilliant debutante in the full bloom of youth. Her features had sharpened a tad with hunger, but it threw her lovely bone structure into full relief and gave her a regal look. The self-reliance and resourcefulness she now possessed gave her a mien to match.

But he wanted to remove from her brain any notion she was no longer beautiful, so he had prepared a rather elaborate group of expert servants to pamper, primp and dress her within an inch of her life. Nothing was too good for her, and he wanted her to feel it. Unfortunately, that meant leaving her alone for several hours, which was maddening.

He drained the last of his tea and checked his watch again. Only five minutes had elapsed. He stood and went in search of a book or a newspaper, but a tap came on the chamber door.

The servant ushered in Foxleigh’s man of business.

“Mr. Sumner. A pleasure.”

“Your