Lady Ambrosia Wentworth wrung her glove-covered hands in a pure sign of nervousness. Merlin Claude left her town house after another vigorous bout of lovemaking and gave her no indication of if he was going to turn her in or not. He simply said, "Trust me" and that was that.
She purred low in her throat as she gloried in those moments of intense lovemaking. Merlin had one of the best bodies she had ever seen. Not that she had much of a basis to compare for she was raped and was a mistress, but they never really bothered to take off their clothes.
His torso was beautifully formed along with the lower half of him. There was sparse hair on his chest which was how she liked it and hard everywhere. She sighed at the memory of how gentle he was and started feeling the tell tale feeling of des
