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Caroline sighed in exasperation even as she tilted her head to give him better access. “And I still say you’re being ridiculous.”
“Well, let me persuade you otherwise,” he said and gathered her skirts.
“Devlin!” She looked in the direction of the door. “Miss Adler could knock any minute!”
“Then you send her away until I’m done with you,” he rasped, yanking down her drawers.
“You’re shameless!”
He freed his cock from his trousers. Caroline’s eyes widened with surprise. She hadn’t seen his manhood until now. It was as impressive and imposing as it had felt beneath her buttocks, with thick pulsing veins. He turned her around and nudged her to lean forward against the desk.
“Not like this. I’m still angry with you,” she said.
“No. We shan’t. Not until you’ve forgiven me.”
He reached around her hip for her pearl and squeezed his cock between her thighs. Caroline moaned at the delicious hardness, at having his member so close to her heat. She wanted him. She’d wanted to touch him, pleasure him, but had held back. She wouldn’t pleasure him until he’d earned it. But right now, she wanted to feel him even if just a little.
He buried his face in her nape and breathed her in. “I shan’t take you until you want me as much as I want you, Caroline,” he whispered in her ear.
His fingers then coaxed her bud to swell and harden, drawing suppressed moans from her lips while he slid his cock between her thighs. “So wet… I can imagine how sweet your pussy will be…”
Caroline squeezed her thighs together, eliciting a grunt from him. She then used her hand to hold his cock close to her sex, moistening it in her arousal.
“Caroline… Blast it. It’s too tempting.”
But he didn’t withdraw or breach her.
With their breaths coming out in short gasps, they found their peak, their hands and her thighs dripping with their release. They stood still for a minute, his front flush with her back, until their breathing normalised. He then scraped his teeth against her sensitive nape before helping with the ablution. Once he helped fix her hair and frock, Devlin held her and whispered, “That was technique number three, Mrs Elmstone.”
21
The Formidable Mrs Elmstone
Devlin had just drifted off to sleep when urgent knocking jolted them both awake. Caroline’s heart raced as Devlin quickly pulled on his dressing gown and opened the door. His secretary, Jenkins, stood there, face tight with urgency.
“Telegram from the Thames Street facility, sir. Guards report lights in the windows and suspicious movement around the property.”
Devlin’s posture changed instantly, all traces of sleep vanishing. “Send word to Inspector Mills at Scotland Yard.” He turned to Caroline. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.”
“But—”
“No arguments.” He was already pulling on clothes. “This could be dangerous. Promise me you’ll stay put.”
Caroline made the promise, watching him hurry out. The moment his footsteps faded, she moved to her wardrobe where she kept the men’s attire she sometimes wore to inspect machinery. The trousers and dark coat would let her move freely in the shadows.
Fifteen minutes later, she approached London Water Works from the river side, keeping to the darkness. Several men prowled around the perimeter—not her guards, based on their furtive movements. But what really caught her attention was a subtle disturbance in the water near the main intake valve. The ripples were wrong, moving against the current in an unnatural pattern.
She stopped and stared when she realised someone was approaching underwater using a diver’s apparatus.
“Below!” she shouted, running as fast as she could manage. “They’re coming up through the intake valve!”
Devlin whirled, his expression thunderous at her presence, but there was no time for anger.
“Look!” She pointed to the water near the largest valve. Devlin turned toward where she was pointing and stiffened immediately.
She saw him run toward Inspector Mills.
“Wet guncotton,” she muttered to herself then began to run toward the control room.
