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I loved the sound of his laugh. Rich and deep, it sent vibrations through my core. “Want to know a secret?”

“Uh, yes?”

His lips brushed my earlobe. “So did I.”

Oh my... I tightened my arms around him as my pussy throbbed. “Then hurry up.”

“You’ll need to lend a hand, because I don’t have enough of them.” He used his weight to hold me against the wall while he fished something out of his pocket. “Unzip me and put the condom on.”

I froze in his arms, and not because of the late winter chill. “I...uh...”

“What is it?”

Oh, shit. I could either confess or run into the night. Both would result in mortal embarrassment, but one would ensure I didn’t get the pleasure of Midnight’s cock. “I don’t know how to do the condom thing,” I whispered. “I’ve never had to before.”

“None of your men have ever asked you to?”

“Man. And even if he had, it was seven years ago.”

It was his turn to still. “Seven years? You haven’t had a man in seven years?”

“Not until you.”

“Fuck me.”

“I’d like to.” I couldn’t keep the hopeful note out of my voice.

He laid his forehead against mine. “And I bent you over that chair and screwed you like an animal.Mon cœur, I’m so sorry.” He took my weight and stepped back. “I’ll walk you to the house.”

“No! Please don’t. I... I want this. No, I need it.”

“I shouldn’t have—”

“Do you know how many people have handled me with kid gloves since...?” How much did he know? “Since my husband died. All of them. Every single one. You’re the first man to treat me like a woman, and I don’t want you to stop.”

“He died? Oh, hell...”

Midnight didn’t know? That meant he was a newcomer to the area. It was only in the last few years that people had stopped gossiping about Rupert’s death. I’d heard the whispers, even though Mother had banned the household staff from mentioning it right after the funeral. But that was my past, and Midnight was my present.

“Please, stop talking and do whatever you planned to do.”

He ran his free hand through his hair, and I wished I could see the expression on his face, but all I got were dark shadows from his nose and eyes. He could have been hideous for all I knew, but I didn’t care. Not when he made me feel this way.

“Are you sure?”

Not exactly, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “Yes, I’m sure.”

He kissed me again, more softly this time, but the sentiment was no less intense. I lost myself in him until he gently pulled back an inch.

“Reach between us and undo my trousers.”

It took a few fumbles but I got there, and he sprang free. This was the first time I’d handled a man’s cock, and the smoothness surprised me as well as how hard it felt. And how big. He let me explore for a minute while he kissed his way down my jaw, then he pulled back a little.

“Now the condom. Can you get the packet open?”

I gave up with my fingers and tore it with my teeth. “Done it.”

“Squeeze the bubble at the end to keep the air out while you roll it onto me.”

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