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Oh yes, he is hard now, a swollen and stretched cock distorting his clothing.

I begin, the first gentle touches of my fingertips on my lips and my neck, arching my head back as I let my hands roam to my breasts. I hear him groan as I lift them, hold them and then toy with my nipples. This always makes me moan, and my back shifts as my legs part even more. I am wet now, shining I hope in the light of the candles, positioned to shine their flickering light on the dewdrops of my desire sparkling on the fleshy folds. When I practised with a mirror, I found the sight to be most appealing. I trust Sir Stern does as well.

I am satisfied. He has unbuttoned his breeches and revealed the strong, thick length of his manhood. He has nothing to be ashamed of. I wonder if he will dare to continue - I must now begin to bring myself to the height of my own pleasure, and it would make me happy should he decide to follow suit. To that end, I stretch out as much as I can, my thighs wide, and slide my hand down to touch my most sensitive places. I smile as I note he does the same

I rub, tease, sigh and moan, allowing all of my natural desires to flower beneath my own touch. It is hard to remind myself that this is for him, my observer, but I try to open my eyes and ensure he is still paying attention. I can hear his flesh as he strokes himself, and it excites me, spurs me on in my own search for the ultimate pleasure. My fingers dart and delve, his hand squeezes and the sounds of our bodies are a unique symphony for two.

I shall come soon; I feel the tightening of my belly and my mouth falls open as I gasp for breath. I hear his muted groan and catch a glimpse of his cum as he spurts in completion. My evening has been successful, and I finish myself, allowing a sharp cry to escape as my body spasms and shakes through my release. It is wonderful, knowing he’s still watching, sharing this most intimate moment with his eyes.

I ease, resting my head on the back of the sofa, catching my breath, feeling the moisture on my skin. He’s rising, cleansing himself and re-buttoning his breeches. Then he surprises me by coming to stand in front of me and taking my hand…the one I use on myself. He raises it to his lips and licks it clean. Then bows, turns and takes his leave.

Perhaps there are still some surprises that await me. Sir Stern was one of them.”

Evan closed the book and looked at Adalyn. “Well?”

She swallowed. “That was…um…fascinating is the best word to describe it.” She wanted to wriggle, to shift her legs, to touch the moisture that the story had brought to life between her thighs.

He smiled and rose. “I’m happy you liked it. Will you be able to sleep now?”

“I think so,” she answered.

“Good.” He neared the bed, leaned over and took her chin in his hands. “Rest, my dear Adalyn. Let your thoughts be happy ones.” He kissed her, slowly, tenderly and with obvious relish. Then he leaned even closer. “Remember, Sir Stern may not be the only man who likes to watch a woman pleasure herself.”

And he was gone, leaving Adalyn in a state of aroused confusion.

Dear Diary,

I confess myself surprised to be waking well-rested, given recent events. Of course, Sir Amery Fairhurst’s death was of major import, and watching it happen stunned me. So dreadful and so sad. My thoughts are with poor Judith today. Perhaps I will send a message of condolence and see if there is aught I can do to help…it would be a kind gesture and one a good mistress of Wolfbridge should encourage.

I will admit—and only to you, dear Diary—Sir Amery unsettled me. I couldn’t help thinking that here was a man who would not rest until his desires were met. I didn’t like the look in his eyes that said I might be next on that list of desires, or that Wolfbridge might also be there. However, no man, regardless of disposition or manner, deserves to die like that.

Perhaps we shall know soon the cause of his passing. I confess it will put my mind at rest to learn he suffered some kind of seizure, but I must wait for the official word.

I scarce imagined I would sleep at all last night, but after having all the gentlemen in my room, helping me evaluate the happenings at Fivetrees…well it was so very comforting. And I will allow myself a moment’s amusement at the looks on their faces when I suggested it might be worth looking into purchasing the estate if there were no heirs. I am determined to be a good landowner. To see that I leave Wolfbridge, whenever that may be, in better heart than I found it. To leave my mark here, on this place which has given me so much, where I have found such comfort and a new lease on life.

I have to laugh when I consider that our carefully planned stratagem of my accidental fall and consequent sprained ankle were all for naught. But it served its purpose. And I must remember not to heal too quickly, for that would undo all our hard work.

Which brings me to more confessions of a more shocking nature. Truly, I believe I am fast becoming a wanton and dreadful woman, since I am learning of things that, up until now, have remained a mystery to me. I have discovered the joys of kissing—something that was never part of my marriage—and also the pleasure of a man’s hands touching my…dare I write the word…breasts. Such thrills of exquisite sensation flooded through me as Jeremy caressed me so tenderly and when he helped me off with my

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