Chapter 21

“You were surprisingly quiet this evening,” Lance said as he entered our bedroom after having a male servant that my father lent to him assist him out of his dinner attire and into a thick, cozy robe.  Removing the robe and tossing it onto a nearby chair, he added, “I have missed you, my love…  more than you will ever know or possibly understand.”

Had I not been so mesmerized by his rock hard erection and the many pleasurable possibilities that it promised, I would have questioned his choice of words and voice inflection. Or, I would have asked why his man, Radcliff, who always traveled with him, hadn’t come along this time. Both were clear clues that something was amiss.  Instead, I hurriedly threw back the coverlet that was draped over my nakedness and beckoned him with eager, extended arms to join me.

With a smile that could charm a wild beast, my husband dove onto the bed.  Landing at a convenient location at