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“Hasn’t many options,” Jack finished for him.

“Listen to me, gossiping like an old woman,” Tom replied
with a grin.

“I can promise your tale will go no farther than this room,”
Jack hurried to assure him only mildly surprised when the other man waved away
his words.

“I’m only sayin’ it’s the quiet ones, the ones what seem content
to do as they’re bid, thems the ladies a man’s got to watch out for.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jack replied with a laugh, not
believing for one moment that there was any chance that the perfectly proper
lady needed watching.

“You do that, you keep an eye out for signs.” Tom tossed
back the remainder of his whiskey before turning to leave the parlor. “The lady
has the same look in her eyes what Mary had that morning, like she be done
thinking about a bit of adventuring and fixing to get on with it.”

Jack made his way slowly up the stairs, shaking his head at
Tom Jenkins’ warning.

“Watch out for her ladyship,” he muttered as his foot landed
on the seventh step and that eerie screech echoed through the shadowy halls
above and below.

Imagine Tom Jenkins thinking Olivia was ready to dive into
some sort of adventure. The Countess of Palmerton was a lady right down to the
marrow of her bones. Jack could no more imagine her courting mischief than he
could imagine her riding bare-assed through Hyde Park.

Jack chuckled at the fanciful image. Hell, she hadn’t even
hair to drape over her amazingly full breasts, to hide her feminine curves from
curious eyes. Still absorbed in the fantasy Jack dipped into his room long
enough to strip and drag a wet cloth over his body before donning a long blue
silk robe, belting it lightly around his waist.

He knocked softly on the door across the hall, his heart
racing as he considered the ways he wanted to make love to the lady on the
other side of the thick wood.

“Come in.” Olivia’s welcome was barely audible, little more
than a wisp of sound, but Jack didn’t hesitate. He pushed open the door and
stole inside, his gaze finding her in the shadowy space.

Lady Palmerton reclined in a long copper tub, her head and
neck resting against the rim, her long arms draped along the sides, and her
toes poking over the end. Every inch in-between was submerged beneath soapy
water that shimmied and shifted, giving him a quick glimpse of one rose-tipped
breast, the shadow of hair between her legs, and the indent of her navel.

Olivia smiled shyly before dropping her gaze. One slender
hand trailed into the water, her fingers swirling through the shallow bubbles,
leaving a trail of clear water that teased him with another glimpse of her
breasts, of her hidden treasures.

“I’m nearly done,” she whispered, peeking up at him through
her lashes.

“Or I could join you,” he offered, surprised at the quiet
calm of his voice. He felt anything but calm. He was awash in rush of anticipation,
his blood pumping in his veins, pooling hot and heavy in his cock.

“I don’t know,” she murmured doubtfully. “Will the tub hold
us both? Won’t the water overflow?”

Jack stepped forward and bent down to grasp the handles of
two deep pails that sat empty beside the copper tub. Without a word he dropped
one then the other into the water, swirling them around until they were full
before hefting them up and replacing them on the floor.

He turned to find Olivia staring up at him, her hands
hovering over her breasts, her legs crossed at the ankles.

“I’ve seen your luscious body,” he murmured, his hands going
to the belt of his robe.

“You think my body is luscious?” she asked in surprise.
“I’ve born two children. I’m not as slim as I once was. And don’t you think my
breasts are a bit…droopy?”

With the question she rose to sit up straight, her hands
falling to her sides, the water lapping around her waist and hips. She arched
her back slightly, presenting said breasts to him.

“Hell, no,” he replied on a growl, his eyes fastened on her
perfect breasts. “Your breasts are perfect, round and soft and unbelievably
luscious
.”

Olivia laughed softly before leaning back once more, one
long leg rising from the water, her toes pointed toward him as if beckoning him
to join her.

With a shrug of his broad shoulders, his robe fell to the
floor and her gaze dropped to his cock jutting out before him. He cupped the
shaft, drew his hand down the length, watched as Olivia’s eyes widened. He
dropped his hand and stepped to the edge of the tub, her eyes never leaving his
pulsing length. He circled around until he stood at her shoulder. Olivia tilted
her head back, a question in her silvery eyes.

“Scoot forward,” Jack said.

Olivia complied immediately, her movements slow and
graceful, water lapping around her and up the sides of the big tub. Jack
stepped in behind her, surprised to find the water still warm, almost hot, and
squatted down behind her. With a sigh of contentment he stretched his legs out
along hers, his bent knees barely above the water, before pulling her back
against his chest.

“This is lovely,” she murmured as she snuggled back against
him, her hands coming to rest on his thighs, her fingers trailing through the
dark hairs sending gooseflesh rippling over his limbs.

Jack tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder, her
curls wet and cool against his heated skin. He wrapped his arms around her
waist, his hands drifting over her soft, supple belly.

“You are luscious,” he whispered into her ear before tracing
the swirling contours lightly with his tongue. “Luscious and soft. A veritable
feast, an orgy of delicious curves that I cannot wait to get my hands on.”

“Why wait?” she purred, scooting back to press against his
cock rising between them.

“Why, indeed?” Jack trailed his hands up over her belly
until he cupped her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over her nipples.

Olivia hummed in pleasure, her back arching, pushing her
breasts into his hands, her lush round ass nestling against his shaft. Jack
grasped her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pulling gently, elongating
the turgid peaks until she cried out.

“Too much?” he asked, releasing the pebbled flesh, soothing
with soft caresses.

“No,” she whispered with a delicate shudder. “I could feel
it all the way to my…”

Jack hesitated for one quick, heavy beat of his heart,
before quietly offering, “your core.”

“My core,” she repeated with a slight shake of her head. “Is
that what you call my womanly parts?”

Jack chuckled around a groan, his heartbeat increasing, his
cock jerking against her bottom.

“It isn’t,” she guessed. “When you think of my…of a
woman’s…what words…”

“Sheath,” he suggested.

“Sheath,” she repeated doubtfully, pressing her hands to his
on her breasts in an unspoken request, and Jack realized his fingers had fallen
still. He dragged his thumbs over and around her nipples, eliciting a soft moan
from the woman in his arms.

Again he plucked gently, alternating pressure, shifting
angles, carefully measuring her responses, learning what she enjoyed, what made
her shiver, what made her cry out softly.

“More,” she whispered on a broken breath, her back curving
once more, her ass pushing against his cock, drawing a groan from him that came
from deep within his chest.

Jack gave her more, rhythmically pinching and twirling her
nipples between thumbs and fingers until she was writhing, water lapping
against the sides of the tub, her breath panting between her lips, and her
fingers digging into his thighs.

“Jesus, Livy,” he growled against her neck, his lips and
tongue playing over her soft flesh, his teeth lightly nipping at her.

“Jack!” She squirmed against him, one hand rising from his
legs and fluttering over the water as if she didn’t know what to do with it.

Jack released one breast, smiled against her neck at her
whimper, and took her hand in his, bringing it to her bare breast. He squeezed
her hand and the soft flesh beneath, moved her fingers until they rested over
her nipple, the pink peak poking between them.

“Show me,” he growled into the juncture of her shoulder, his
mouth open and wet on her, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. “Pinch
your nipple, Livy, show me what you like, what sends pleasure shooting to your
hot little cunny.”

“My hot little cunny,” she repeated on a breathy moan as her
fingers and thumb plucked at her nipple, pulling it from her body before
letting it fall back. Jack lifted his hand from hers, mimicked her movements
with his other hand until they were both pinching and tugging on her pink
nipples in a rhythm that perfectly matched.

He dragged his hand down her belly, his fingers delving into
the dark curls that shielded her quim. He found her clitoris, already hard and
begging for his touch. With sure strokes he picked up the tempo of their hands
on her nipples.

Olivia’s legs fell open in welcome, her hips undulating,
catching the tempo, moving in counterpoint. Her other hand came down to clasp
his wrist, to push his hand harder, heavier against her quivering flesh. Soft
moans drifted around them as she lost herself to the pleasure.

And all the while Jack watched her, his mouth open and wet
on her shoulder, her neck, his lips hot on her flesh, his tongue trailing along
her collarbone, into the hollow of her throat as she arched her long neck back.
He watched Olivia come apart in his arms, watched as her fingers released her
nipple, as her hand wrapped around her breast, too small to contain her
overflowing flesh. When she squeezed one breast, he squeezed the other, when
she cupped her weight, he matched her frantic movement, cupping, lifting. She
spread her fingers wide until her nipple rose between the first and the second,
pinched the peak between them and continued clasping and squeezing her soft
flesh.

He watched her hips thrash in the water, watched her mound
rise almost out of warm suds, her hand clenching his wrist, baring down, urging
him on. The room reverberated with her moans, with his growling groans, as lust
sparked and seethed between them.

“Please,” she begged, her voice like rough velvet. “I need…”

“I know what you need,” he growled, slapping his hand down
over her mound, his palm heavy over her throbbing clit. He pushed deeper
between her legs, found her cunny and thrust two fingers into her heat.
Olivia’s hips rose up, her movements frantic as she fought to take his fingers
deep into her body.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, turning her face into his
shoulder, her mouth open, her breath warm on his skin. “Jack, please, please…”

He withdrew his fingers, his calloused palm dragging over
her clit, drawing a fractured moan from her. He pressed down, pushed his hand
across the sensitive peak, over her wet folds, and thrust his fingers back into
her, harder, deeper. Again she rose up to meet his penetration, her hips
bucking, taking him deeper still.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted, the breath sawing through his
open mouth. “Come for me, Livy. I want to feel your tight little quim clench
around my fingers.”

On a low, raspy moan Olivia bowed up out of the water, her
hips writhing, twisting, her head nearly colliding with his chin as she arched
her neck back. He held her there, suspended above the water, his fingers buried
deep within her quivering, clenching cunny. With his other hand he pinched her
nipple and squeezed her full breast to the rhythm she set with her hand upon
the other.

Olivia came hard, her entire body trembling, her hand locked
around his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. Her orgasm went on and on,
her body drawn tight, soft mewling sounds falling from her open mouth.

Jack had never seen anything more beautiful, more erotic than
Olivia coming apart in his arms, lost to the hedonistic pleasure, mindless to
anything but his hand between her legs, his hand on her breast, her hand on the
other.

“Christ, Livy,” he groaned in wonder as, with one last
shudder, she fell back into the water, fell back against his chest. Water
lapped over the sides of the tub, splashing onto the floor, as she landed with
her ass softly bumping against his rigid shaft.

She turned her head, her mouth open and searching, and Jack
realized with surprise that he’d yet to kiss her. He’d brought her to climax
without having once kissed her. He fused his mouth to hers, drank in the soft
hum of satisfaction that vibrated on her lips when he thrust his tongue into
her waiting warmth. He kissed her roughly, unable to control the lust that
drove him.

Olivia reveled in his hard kiss, tilted her head back to
rest on his shoulder and submitted to the beast within him. One trembling hand
rose to delve into his hair, her fingernails scraping along his scalp, tempting
him to deepen the kiss, to unleash the beast. Jack sucked her bottom lip deep
into his mouth, bit down and Olivia whimpered softly, her hand fisting in his
hair.

Startled, afraid he’d hurt her, scared her, he pulled back,
attempted to break the kiss. She tugged him closer, with only her fingers in
his hair she lured him deeper into the mire of desire that swirled around him,
within him. With a dark, desperate groan Jack let himself go, kissing her long
and hard, his tongue spearing into her mouth, his teeth scraping along her
lips, biting, nibbling, ravenous for her.

With a low growl, he released her lips, dragged his mouth
along her jaw, down the column of her throat, before wrapping his hands around
her arms and lifting her.

Olivia met his gaze over her shoulder, her eyes glinting
silver in the glow of the fire in the hearth.

“On your knees,” he grated out between clenched teeth,
desperate to claim her, to bury his aching cock in her wet heat. “Grab the
rim.”

With a shuddering breath, Olivia followed his dark command,
her arms stretched out before her, her fingers wrapping around the rim at the
end of the tub as she moved onto her knees, her ass just above the water.

Jack positioned himself behind her, pushed her legs wide
open with hands that shook, and wedged his hips between her thighs. His hands
skimmed over her soft, supple flesh before coming to rest on her ass. He
squeezed once, twice, his hands molding her warm flesh, his breath stuttering
in his chest as he valiantly attempted to rein in the hunger that thrummed
through his veins.

Olivia pushed back against his hands, her wet folds brushing
against his cock hanging heavy and pulsing between her legs.

“Livy,” he whispered, torn between the need to thrust into
her, to fuck her hard and fast, and the need to gentle his possession, to
temper his desire.

“Please, Jack.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder,
her lips open and wet, her eyes glowing. “Fill my cunny with your cock.”