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His moans grew louder, and he suddenly shifted their position. Standing on the floor beside the desk, he took hold of her legs and dragged her to the very edge, holding them wide as he repeatedly drove into her. The fast pace, the air of heat between them, was her undoing. To feel him so deeply inside of her, to see how much he wanted her, that pleasure started to spiral.
She welcomed that wave of pleasure, happily engulfed by it. It was the greatest peak he had yet given to her. She arched off the desk as all went black in front of her eyes, and she could hear her moans filling the air of the library around them. He bucked into her throughout her wave, never once stopping as she lifted her hips up to meet his repeatedly.
Then it happened. His movements changed, as did his moans. They became more guttural.
“Ah, Becca. Yes. Ah…” He moaned, his face growing redder, and then abruptly, he pulled himself from her. She raised herself up, desperate to see what would happen next, as she already longed for the feeling of him inside of her again.
He pumped his length a few times with his own hand then he finished. He spilled himself on the desk between them.
She watched, realizing from years of what she had seen in the streets and heard whispered between the harlots of the town that he was protecting her from becoming with child. She smiled up at him as he shuddered, coming down from his high. When he was done, she reached for him, pulling at his arms and tugging him down over her so she could kiss him again.
Their bodies pressed together, the dampness between their centers a delight to her that had her writhing, imagining what it could be like to share in such a thing again. When he parted from their kiss, he moved his lips down her neck and to the center of her chest before he lifted himself up.
“Do you believe me now?” he whispered between panting breaths.
“Believe you?” she repeated in wonder, not sure she had the capacity to think straight after what they had done. Her body was still tingling from the pleasure of it, her legs and hips exhausted.
“That I do not care what others of thetonthink.” He bent toward her once more. “All I care about is this.”
When he kissed her again, she chose to believe him. She forgot about the ballroom and ignored the world beyond that door. She chose not to think what ladies like Lady Heather would whisper when she returned to that ballroom, for they did not need to return at all. Instead, she could live her life the way she wished to, behind closed doors with Will.
When his hands wandered again, cupping her breasts and down to her hips, she shuddered with delight, wanting more.
“We could…” she began.
“You’ll be sore,” he said with a chuckle. “We shall have to wait before we do such a thing again.”
“But we will, won’t we?” she asked. He raised himself up and kissed her lips, a soft touch before he pulled back, his gaze sincere.
“Believe me, Becca, there’s nothing to hold us back from one another now.”
She wished to believe his words.
Chapter 19
William paced up and down outside of the carriage. The sun had barely risen and already he had come to meet Becca again. The carriage was halted at the end of her street, the morning light streaked pink and orange as it fell over the rooftops of the poor end of London. There were chimney stacks billowing with smoke from coal fires and blackened windows nearby, dirty for no one had the time or money to clean them.
William saw it all, and it made him even more anxious to get Becca out of there. He knew so many people were born into a poor life that they did not deserve, and he could not help them all, but he could certainly help Becca escape living in such a place forever.
I will get her out of this place.
He paced back the other way as he waited for her, thinking of what they had shared the night before.
The way they had made love to one another on that desk wasn’t just about exploring the forbidden. It was about each other. Never had he known such a feeling, such excitement, nor such happiness. They had helped each other to dress afterward, stealing kisses and touches. They then chose not to return to the ball but instead left, where in the carriage, they held hands and talked of their lives before they met one another.
Becca’s life had sounded purely focused on work and the print houses, little of anything else. His life had been quite empty and isolated.
All of that has changed now.
He looked back down the street and checked his pocket watch. She was late. Perhaps there was some problem. Perhaps her father had realized last night that she was not at her friend’s house for dinner, as she had written in her note. Maybe he had refused to let her go out again.
Will walked in a circle on the spot. He couldn’t bear it if another obstacle was put up between him and Becca now, not when all he could think about was tearing those obstacles down.
What if she lived with me? What if we were married and her bed was my own? We would never need to be parted then.
She appeared, hurrying down the road with the ribbons of her bonnet flying behind her.
“Quick, quick!” she urged, waving a hand at the carriage. He opened the door and allowed her to dart inside, then jumped in after her. She fell onto the bench, panting to catch her breath as he struck the side of the carriage to give instructions to the drive, and they were off.
