Her satin overskirt had billowed around them, falling from the window seat to the floor.

“Not that Jake’s butler would ever allow someone to enter this room.” A rumble of amusement went through his voice. “He’s no fool.”

She took a deep breath. The feeling of being uncomfortably full was easing. She wiggled.

He drew out the letter stuck in her bodice. “May I read this someday?”

Yasmin gave him a mischievous smile. “Perhaps.”

Giles tossed it into the basket and yanked down her bodice. His mouth bent to her breast, and she sighed, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. Then her eyes widened as he effortlessly lifted her in the air until only the very end of his thick cock was still inside.

“Yes?” he asked hoarsely.

Yasmin nodded and gasped when he let her body slide down at the same moment he thrust up. Slowly, he began to rhythmically flex beneath her, his hips rising over and over until she had to clench her teeth to stop cries flying into the air.

“You feel so good,” he grunted, his hands holding her hips tightly. “I love making love to you like this.” He lifted her again and let their bodies slide back together so she felt every inch of him.

Sweat was prickling on Yasmin’s back and behind her knees. She was clinging to his shoulders, allowing every thrust to jolt pleasure through her body, chasing a wanton heat that was spreading through her legs. “Like what?” she breathed. “Oh, please, go faster.”

“No.” Giles leaned in and nipped her earlobe with his teeth. “Slow is best.”

Yasmin clenched him intimately, as hard as she could.

“Vixen,” he breathed.

“Hmmm.” Rather than wait for him, she wedged her knees beside his legs and rose up, high enough to let their bodies separate. Then she laughed at the expression on his face, reached under her skirts, and caught him unerringly in her hand. He was smooth and wet and hot to the touch.

She rubbed him over her folds, which felt so good that she threw back her head and groaned before she slowly, slowly, slid downward, gasping when she had taken him fully. “My earl is so puritanical in public,” she whispered, her breath shuddering. “Wild in private. Though this is arguably public.”

“Look there, Yasmin,” Giles said, nodding to the right.

She turned her head and caught sight of the two of them in the huge gilt mirror that hung over the mantel. Though the glass was hazy with age, she could see her outline, breasts free of her bodice, nipples standing out cherry colored in the glass, hair falling down her back.

Giles was looking at her from under heavy lids, his hands spread on her back. As she watched, he thrust upward again. She let out a groan, her head tipping toward him, her hands tightening on his shoulders to keep her balance.

“Watch,” he whispered.

Yasmin shook her head. “No.”

He stopped moving. “Why?” His tone wasn’t condemnatory, just curious.