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My hand itched to spank her ass again, flip her over my knee and watch the marks my hands made on her skin.

But she turned and sat down at the piano.

“You don’t need sheet music?” I asked when she began to play.

“I don’t need sheet music,” she said, not stopping as the music began to flow from the instrument.

I watched with growing heat as her small delicate fingers flew over the keys. She had clever fingers. They felt amazing on my cock and now they moved easily over the piano.

There was something almost hypnotic about the way she played, the way her arms pulled at her soft cranberry-colored gown, the ribbon on her back cinched high and tight with a big bow.

“Keep playing,” I said.

I got up and stood behind her. I could tell she was nervous to have me there, but she obeyed, her fingers only faltering a little over the keys.

With one hand, I reached out to hold one of her silky auburn curls. Passing it between my fingers, I felt my cock start to harden. Catherine smelled sweet, like sunshine on skin and a light floral scent, like she’d brushed by the roses outside.

With my other hand, I took my cock out of my breeches, stroking it with long, even strokes as Catherine played.

The music seemed to sing in my blood, and I pulled another curl from her updo, my fingers brushing against her neck.

Tonight I was going to put a baby in my wife, but right now I couldn’t stop.

I stroked myself slowly, then with increasing speed as her playing sent lust rushing through my body, her elegant, sure movements impossibly desirable.

As I saw the goosebumps break out on her elegant neck, I released into the folds of her perfect satin bow, my cum coating the back of her dress and collecting in the little hollow between the ribbon and her body.

I had to bite my fist so I didn’t make a noise, so Catherine would play on, and I only pulled my fist away when I was finished.

Then I dropped the curls lightly against her back and left the room.

CHAPTER 16

Catherine

Iwas ignoring my husband so hard that I hadn’t realized when he’d left the room entirely.

Suddenly there was a respectful cough behind me and one of the footmen stood there.

“Oh!” I cried with surprise. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.”

My eyes darted nervously into each corner of the room.

Where had he gone?

“I’m bringing you a message from the Viscount,” the footman said. “He requests that you go to his room immediately.”

“Immediately?” I cried, a prickly, anxious heat breaking out across my neck.

“Yes, my lady,” he said, handing me a small candlestick and leaving the room.

For a moment I stood there indecisively.

I couldtryto run out the front door.IfI could find it through the maze of hallways and doors that I wasn’t familiar with yet.

And then what would happen? Most likely, the Viscount would chase after me, since he knew the grounds much better than I did, and he’d catch and fuck me where he found me.

I shifted, uncomfortably aware of my extremely sore ass.

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