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Beddington liked very much the idea of Lynette surrendering to him. Right there, and then. It hadn't been the first time he'd had a girl give way to instant passion, and slaked his lust standing up against a wall, the girl's skirts and petticoats bunched up around her waist and her drawers a crumpled heap around her ankles. But these, he reminded himself, had been trulls and dollymops, not refined ladies on the borders of the ton itself! So he bit off his first, instinctive reply, and instead contented himself with gently rearranging the tendrils of Lady Lynette's hair, which has become disarranged during the kiss. It was, as his commander would remark only a few weeks later on the field of Waterloo, a close run thing, but he mastered his passions enough to reply calmly.

"I take those words, sweet lady, as the most welcome I ever heard in my life."

He was forced to look straight ahead, and if challenged would have given his excuse that he wanted to deflect suspicion, for they were now in sight of the house, and no doubt the nosy Lady Charmaine would be peering out of the window. The truth was, there was no way he could look at any part of Lady Lynette. If he turned sideways, he'd smell her hair. Inclining his head slightly would bring him level with those gorgeous, helpless eyes. And then that oh so kissable mouth. Going lower still brought him to her bosom, heaving with agitation, so that he even fancied he could see the top of her corset as the fabric of her gown tightened and released. He dare not think about her slim legs, under the gown, for then he would not have been able to resist at all.

"I've never had such a boner," said his "ghost, irreverently. "I feel like I'm gonna cum in my levis."
It was, perhaps, fortunate, that Beddington did not understand a word of that.

"My lady," said Beddington, at last. "I would have you...... in my life, for mine own." But before he could say more, they'd reached the main portal of the house, and he was forced to cudgel his mind again, trying to remember which leg he was supposed to be limping on. And the one thing he most definitely did not feel was "limp"...