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clinging to him and trying to angle her body so that his cock

would fit exactly where she needed it. She managed to get her

hand between their bodies and grabbed for his slippery wet shaft.

He cursed and moved off her, making her lose her grip.

«I’m not going to be passed around your acquaintances like a

whore, Blaize.» He stared at her, his eyes narrowed, his cheeks

flushed. «If you try and do that to me, I’ll...»

«You’ll what? Leave?»

«I’ll make you sorry you ever lived.»

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He smiled. «You already do that quite admirably merely by

existing.» He rubbed his hand over his face as if rubbing her

scent into his skin. «If you do what I say this evening, I’ll stick to

our bargain, Jane. I am, after all, a gentleman. Now put on the

dress.»

Jane scrambled to sit up and then jumped up from the chair.

She poked him in the chest. «You are insufferable.»

He caught her chin in his fingers and kissed her again. «And

yet here you are, still wanting me despite yourself.»

She stared at him, unable to deny the truth of his words or the

excitement coursing through her. Could she walk away from him

or was he banking on her stubbornness to make her stay and see

it through to the bitter end? His thumb caressed her jaw line.

«Put the dress on.»

She closed her eyes as he dropped the filmy fabric over her

head and kept them closed as he deftly laced her into the gown.

His soft murmur of approval stirred the fine hairs on the back of

her exposed neck.

«Good lord, Jane, you look quite... exotic.»

She opened her eyes and stared at her reflection. The tiny

black silk-puffed sleeves were barely large enough to support the

weight of the bodice, not that there was much of that either,

settling as it did, just below the ruffles of her corset leaving her

bejeweled nipples visible amongst the lace and the creamy swell

of her breasts.

The rest of the bodice hugged her figure as did the narrow

skirt, the long line of her thigh in evidence against the clinging

silk. Black lace inserts in the skirt also offered glimpses of her

legs and buttocks. It took her a long moment to find her voice.

«I can’t go out wearing this.» Jane sounded uncertain,

breathless, yet he could feel the tension in her body, the barely

contained excitement.

He cupped her breast and angled his thumb to stroke her

already-tight nipple. «Yes, you can. It just depends where you are

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going.» He came around and took her by the shoulders, urged

her down to sit in the chair. He carefully folded up her skirts and

placed her right foot on the arm of the chair, opening her wide

for him. «In truth, you look so delicious, I need to fuck you just a

little before we go.»

He undid his dressing gown to fully reveal his cock. Leaning

over her he fed the first two inches inside her and gently rocked

back and forth. Bracing his hand on the back of the chair, he

added another inch, making her moan.

«I want you to smell of me and taste of me so that all the

other men know you are already taken.» God, he sounded so

possessive—felt it too. He couldn’t share her cunt. It was for him

alone, had always been for him.

He forced himself to withdraw and looked down at her. His

pre-cum glistened on her skin and thighs. He liked it, wanted her

always to look like that for him.

«Wait here. I’ll be back in a moment.» With a stifled groan, he

retired his dressing gown and went to get ready. The pantaloons

he intended to wear were tight at the best of times, but with the

raging erection he now had, his state would be all too evident. At

least the satin was black, which wouldn’t show how wet he was

as well. He fastened the placket, enjoyed the pressure of the

fabric against his hot shaft.

He shrugged into his coat unaided, as Robert was out looking

for Captain Gray again. He knew his valet would disapprove of

his actions, so perhaps his absence was for the best. Minshom

stared at his reflection as he carefully folded his cravat and

secured the folds with a black pearl pin. Tonight it wouldn’t

matter who saw him. In truth, his aroused state would only

enhance the experience.

He went back into Jane’s bedchamber, saw she was still sitting

where he had left her and felt a thrill of excitement. She frowned

at him when he came into view.

«Why are you looking so smug?»

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He picked up her cloak and held it out to her. He was already

dressed to go out. «Because for once you did what you were told

and stayed put.»

«I stayed by the fire.»

He threw the cloak around her shoulders and couldn’t help

but let his knuckles graze her nipples as he tied the strings. He

drew the hood carefully over her hair and handed her a black

mask. «Put this on when we get there.»

«When we get where?»

«To the Cyprian’s ball. What were you expecting, Almacks?»

Her mouth dropped open. «You are taking me to a whore’s

ball?»

«Yes. I thought you might enjoy it, and it is my turn to choose

our entertainment.»

«I thought we were going to Madame s, to a more private

venue, not a public event...»

He took her arm and walked her to the door, kept her moving

even as she kept talking and right into the carriage.

She sat opposite him, her hazel eyes huge in her face, a

mixture of panic and arousal he found immensely stimulating. It

was but a short ride to where the ball was being held. He

wondered idly if she would try to bolt, knew he’d stop her before

she got too far.

The carriage came to a halt and he jumped up to open the

door and hand her out. Keeping her tightly against him, he tied

on her mask and then his own and held out his hand.

«If you’re too afraid, you can always go home.»

«I’m not afraid.»

Sheer bravado but he didn’t care. He’d make sure she enjoyed

herself whether she wanted to or not.

As she and Blaize proceeded into the crowded building, Jane

couldn’t help but stare avidly around. The circular floor of the

old theater was empty of seats to provide a rudimentary dance

floor, and the ground-level boxes were also occupied by people.

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Signs of neglect were everywhere, the plush blue velvet curtains

tattered and faded, and the gilt paint flaked and scratched. A

small orchestra on the upraised stage at the front of the theater

attempted to be heard over the cacophony of shrieks and wails

and the roar of conversation.

Some people were dancing, but not in a way Jane had ever

seen before. Hanging around a gentleman’s neck while he

suckled your breasts wasn’t exactly encouraged at a society ball.

There were also other oddities—men dressed as women, women

dressed as men and groups of people simultaneously engaged in

sex wherever they seemed to find a spot to settle.

«What do you think?» Blaize murmured, his hand on her

shoulder, fingers idly caressing her throat. He led her into one of

the vacant boxes and shut the door, although Jane wondered why

he bothered when they were still visible to all.

«It is extraordinary. Have you been here before?»

«Indeed, I have.» He shrugged out of his cloak giving Jane her

first view of the outrageously tightly cut front of his black

pantaloons. She could see everything through the taut satin—the

curve of his balls, his thick shaft, even the head of the metal

piercing on his cock. «Robert and I have enjoyed many a tryst

here.»

«So you dress like this to impress men?»

His smile was intimate. «Women seem to like it too. You

don’t agree?»

She swallowed hard as he feathered a hand over his cock and

cupped his balls. «It seems a little obvious, and thus unlike you.»

He took her hand and drew her toward one of the empty

chairs. «That is true, but here I don’t have to worry about what

anyone thinks of me. It’s simply about the sex.»

Jane just stopped herself from nodding in agreement. Blaize

would like that, not having to bother with all the emotional

responsibilities of love, the guilt and the complex sexual desires

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he struggled to conceal. She could well understand how sex at its

most basic and anonymous would appeal to him.

«Good evening, sir, ma’am. Do you want company?»

Two women dressed in only their shifts, stockings and corsets

leaned over the edge of the box and made eyes at Blaize. «We’re

quite willing to share.»

Jane frowned at them. «Well, I’m not, so go away.»

Giggling, the girls winked at Blaize and sauntered off arm in

arm, looking for someone else to play with. Jane turned to her

husband, who was watching the girls retreat.

«Is that what you did with Robert? Found some women to

have sex with?»

Blaize shrugged and leaned up against the wall, long legs

crossed at the ankle. «Not necessarily. Robert and I preferred to

fuck men. Sometimes adding women offered some protection

from those who might find such behavior offensive.»

Jane shivered inside her cloak. She couldn’t forget that

Blaize’s sexual activities with men were still subject to the most

stringent strictures of the law and could result in public

humiliation, flogging or death.

«Take your cloak off, Jane.»

She blinked at the sudden order and drew the cloth more

firmly around her. «I’m quite cold, my lord. I’ll take it off later.»

He straightened and held out his hand. «It’s as hot as Hades in

here; take it off.»

She met his gaze, saw the determination in his and licked her

lips. «What if I refuse?»

He shrugged. «I’ll take it off for you and I won’t be quite as

careful of your dignity as perhaps I should.»

She brought her fingers up to the ties. «I feel far too naked.»

He smiled and gestured at the seething, swaying crowds

around them. «Here? You are more decently covered than most.

Take it off.»

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She complied and watched his eyes narrow as her skimpy

bodice was revealed.

He held out his hand. «Now come here.»

Jane swallowed hard, stood up and walked the three small

steps toward him. If he was able to experience sexual freedom

here, could she? No one knew her here either. He raised his hand

and stroked her cheek, ran his fingers down her throat until he

reached her breasts. She held her breath as his thumb nudged her

oversensitive nipple.

«You look very nice. Come and dance with me.»

«Dance?» Jane stuttered. «You know how I feel about

dancing.»

He took her hand, stepped out of the box and lifted her over

the low barrier. He dragged her inexorably toward the crowded

dance floor. She gasped as they were surrounded by the jostling

throng, felt his strong arms close around her and hold her tight.

There was no question of dancing in the approved manner here.

She rested her cheek on his chest and heard the reassuring thump

of his heart.

One of his hands drifted lower and caressed her buttocks,

pressing her tightly against him, his cock thick and hot against

the thin silk of her dress. He bent his head and nipped at her

throat and she arched into the caress, jumping when his lips

moved lower and his tongue licked a slow wet path around her

nipple.

She didn’t stop him, aware of nothing but the seductive pull

of his mouth on her breast and the heat of his hand on her

buttocks. She shoved her fingers into his hair and held him close,

allowed him all the liberties he demanded and held nothing back.

The music faded, as did the crowd as he pushed his thigh

between hers, stimulating her already wet and excited sex. She

gasped as he crowded her against a wall, his hand now under her

skirts, molding and shaping her right buttock, bringing her leg up

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and out to the side to accommodate his hips and the grinding,

rocking pulse of his satin-covered cock.

Jane moaned as she came and Blaize laughed into her mouth.

She bit down on his lip and he still laughed, his fingers stabbing

into her soaking-wet sex from behind as she continued to shiver

and pulse against him.

He tore his mouth an inch away from hers. «Do you want me,

Jane? Right here when everyone can see? Do you want my cock?»

«God, yes.» She didn’t care anymore, just wanted him between

her legs, pounding into her, filling her up with his cum. He didn’t

bother to reply, his fingers busy between them hiking up her

skirts and freeing himself from the constraints of his pantaloons.

«Take it, Jane. Take my cock.»

He grunted as he drove inside her, the piercing scraping

against her flesh as he filled her, pumped in and out. She

desperately tried to hold on, to experience every second with

him, to come when he came and collapse against him, her face

shielded by the breadth of his shoulder.