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Tucked deep into her, Jonathan stopped and leaned over her, his lips at her ear. “I can make it better, Maggie. Tell me you want it better.” His words seemed dark and sinful, and Maggie shivered.

“Yes,” she whispered back in a shaky voice, “make it better, Jonathan.”

Jonathan immediately straightened and pulled his cock out of her.

“No!” she cried in protest then moaned as he thrust two fingers inside her.

“I just need a little of this,” he whispered, swirling his fingers around. When they were well lubricated he removed his fingers and once again thrust his cock in to the hilt. Maggie groaned her pleasure, unable to form words.

Jonathan thrust into her two or three times, and then Maggie felt his wet fingers rubbing over the tight hole in her bottom.

“Jonathan,” she cried, just before he slowly inserted the tip of one finger in the small rosebud. Maggie responded instinctively, just as Phillip had taught her. She relaxed against the table, and let Jonathan work his finger deeper.

“Yes, that’s right,” he told her approvingly, “just relax and let me in.” His other hand stroked her back gently. “Phillip has taught you well, my love.”

Maggie was panting now, nearly delirious with the pleasure. She opened herself completely and let Jonathan have his way with her.

Jonathan began a series of deep thrusts, both his cock and his finger plunging into Maggie’s depths. He held tightly to one hip as his thrusts increased, the wet sounds of hot fucking filling the air. Maggie couldn’t control her moans of pleasure—didn’t want to. This was what she had dreamed of, Jonathan fucking her, thoroughly possessing her with his magnificent cock and his clever fingers. One thought
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flashed through her mind—why had she waited so long?

“Maggie, my love…” Phillip began as he entered the sitting room, only to stop in midsentence at the sight before him. He took it all in at a glance, Maggie’s look of intense pleasure, Jonathan’s cock deep in her pussy, his finger in her anus, even the sounds of their fucking.

Lust slammed into him. The sight of Maggie, so wantonly spread across the table being pleasured by Jonathan in ways he had only just taught her to enjoy, caused his cock to harden with almost painful intensity. But he wouldn’t intrude. This was a turning point for Maggie, he knew it. She’d let Jonathan in, on his own. Maybe she’d be ready for morelater , but for now it was more than they had hoped for. He slipped quietly from the room, silently closing the door behind him.

“Jonathan!” Maggie’s keening wail filled the air around him as he felt her vaginal walls contract tightly around him. He pushed in deep, deep enough to feel every spasm of her core, to revel in the tight, wet heat of her as she came around his cock. Maggie fucking him, finally, enjoying him, coming for him—it wasa dream come true, and one he was in no hurry to finish. She pushed back against him, grinding her sweet, soft ass into him, riding his cock hard as she moaned.

“Yes, baby, yes, like that, Maggie. Take me, use me.” Jonathan’s whispers were guttural, he was on the edge. The harder she rode him, the closer he came to his own ecstasy.

Suddenly Maggie was thrusting against him in a fast, steady rhythm. “Again,” shesaid, her voice harsh.

She raised herself up on her arms, her head thrown back against Jonathan’s shoulder.

His laugh was slight and shaky as he bent his head and nibbled on her neck. “Liked that, did you?” he asked roughly, pulling his finger out of her ass to grab both hips and push her down on his cock.

Maggie’s moans flowed into one another after that. Jonathan couldn’t tell when one ended and another began. His blood began to pound to the rhythm of her hips and voice. He fucked her hard, pushing both of them, wanting and needing to make her come again before he spent his own passion, not sure if he would make it.

“Come with me, Jonathan,” Maggie pleaded in a breathy voice. “I can’t wait, God, fuck me,” she moaned, her pussy so wet and hot Jonathan felt his cock burning with the pleasure.

“Yes, yes,” he whispered, and reached around her to roughly caress the swollen core of her desire. He couldn’t wait either, felt the orgasm working its way up his cock from his balls.

Maggie shuddered and convulsed. Once again her pussy gripped his cock punishingly , and he heard a strangled scream. The heat of his own semen rose through his cock, and he felt it burst free.

“Maggie!” he shouted. “Maggie,” he repeated in a groan. It was all he could say, the pleasure was so intense. The heat of her pussy rose as it was filled with his cum, and he shuddered uncontrollably as he felt his cock jerk in her over and over.

When he came to his senses, Maggie was sobbing quietly, leaning heavily on the table. He had fallen forward against her, and his face was pressed to her neck. He was gulping air, as if he’d run a foot race.

“Maggie, God,are you all right?” He hardly recognized his own voice, it was so hoarse.

She shook her head, her sobs growing louder. Jonathan quickly pulled out of her and spun her around,
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yanking her into his arms.

“Did I hurt you? Speak to me, Maggie, please,” he begged her, his heart in his throat, worry choking him. What had he done?

Maggie just reached her arms around his neck and hung on tight as she continued crying, although she seemed to be quieting.

Jonathan held her just as tightly, one hand smoothing over her fallen hair. “It’s all right, darling,” he told her soothingly, “it will be all right, whatever it is. Tell me, Maggie, please.”

Finally she spoke in a small voice, her face pressed to his neck. “It was wonderful, beautiful, Jonathan.”

He became more confused than ever. If it was wonderful why was she crying?

She sniffed loudly, her tears barely in check. “As wonderful as it is with Phillip.” Suddenly she pulled away. She paced away from him, her arms folded across her chest as if she were cold.

“What does that make me?” she asked harshly, spinning to face him. “What kind of woman feels that way about a man not her husband?”

Aha, Jonathan thought to himself. The recriminations werecoming a little sooner than he had expected.

He’d hoped to bask in their satisfaction for at least a few minutes but wasn’t all that surprised by her reaction.

“Maggie—” he began, only to be cut off.

“Did I ever really love Phillip? Do I love you? Do I love you both? How can that be? It’s notnormal, it’s not the way things are done. Why am I this way?” Her voice was an anguished cry, and it tore Jonathan’s heart out.

“Maggie,” Jonathan said firmly, briskly walking over to her and grabbing her shoulders. “Who’s to say what’s normal and what isn’t? Who’s to say who you can and can’t love?”

“Society!God! The church! My family and yours, that’s who!” she told him frantically. “This love of mine for both of you would be condemned by any of them. I’d be labeled whore and adulteress, and rightly so!”

Jonathan shook her, his own temper rising. “I never want to hear you say that again, Maggie. A whore is someone who cares nothing for those she fucks, who does it for money or pleasure but not for love.

You’ve just admitted you love me, and you love Phillip. This is what we wanted for you, Maggie. To be loved and cherished as you deserve, by both of us.”

“And as for being an adulteress,” he said hoarsely, “in my heart you are as much my wife as Phillip’s, the woman who holds my heart for all eternity, whom I hope will bear my children and grow old with me and with Phillip.”

“It’s all wrong,” she whispered. “It’s wrong to want this.”

Jonathan looked into Maggie’s beloved face. “Loving someone is not wrong, Maggie, and I do love you with all my heart and soul. And I know Phillip feels the same way.” His hands clutched her arms,
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desperate to make her understand. “Don’t turn me away, Maggie. I need you, you and Phillip. You are the only two people I’ve everloved, I can’t go on without you, without this.” He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her soft, warm stomach.

“All my life,” he continued raggedly, “I’ve just wanted someone to love. I found Phillip and then you. In you, Maggie, I am reborn, clean and pure, washed in your love, your body, your love for Phillip. Please don’t turn me away.”

He turned his face up to her, and Maggie saw the tears streaking his face. She tentatively reached down and cradled his face in her hands. “I…” She didn’t know what to say, so she bit her lip.

“Please, Maggie, please,” Jonathan begged her, and she saw the tears swimming in his eyes.

Without thinking, she dropped to her knees and threw her arms around him. “Oh darling Jonathan, I do love you and I always will.” She went on quickly, before he could speak. “But please don’t ask more of me, please. Isn’t this enough?”

Jonathan’s sigh was ragged. “Yes, yes it’s enough,” he whispered into her hair.

* * * * *

Phillip sat in his office in the fading evening light. He’d told his staff he needed to take care of some correspondence, but he’d really needed time to think. To think about the extraordinary and wonderful thing that had happened this afternoon.

They were together, the three of them, and they would be together forever. It was more than he could ever have dreamed, knowing that he would have Maggie and Jonathan with him always. He’d wanted to be alone because he thought he might cry, and that would never do.

Just as he was rhapsodizinghimself into tears there was a knock at the door. Phillip cleared his throat before answering.

“Come.”

Sheldrake, his butler, came in and quietly closed the door behind him. He came to stand in front of Phillip’s desk, waiting solemnly for permission to speak.

“What is it, Sheldrake?” Phillip asked, although he thought he knew. He would regret losingSheldrake, he’d been an exemplary employee, he and his wife running the Neville household smoothly and efficiently.

“The cook has given notice,” Sheldrake intoned, expressionless.

“I see.” This was not what Phillip had expected but not a surprise either. The cook had been suspicious
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of Jonathan’s presence in the house. “Isn’t this something you should speak with Mrs. Neville about?”

Sheldrake actually looked uncomfortable for a moment. “I thought to save her the unpleasantness, sir.”

Phillip sat forward in his chair. “Unpleasantness?” he inquired quietly.

“Yes, sir.”Sheldrake raised his eyes to stare over Phillip’s right shoulder. “I was afraid she might wish to convince cook to stay, and thereby be treated to a ringing sermon on sins of the flesh.”

Phillip hid a grin behind his hand. “Hmmm, well, yes. Perhaps you would be so kind, Sheldrake, as to advertise for a new cook.”

“Yes, sir.”Sheldrake cleared his throat.“And perhaps a new footman and maid as well, since John Goode and Missy Clemm have also given notice.” At Phillip’s inquiring look, Sheldrake continued.

“There has been speculation among some below stairs as to the nature of Mr. Jonathan’s…role here. I’m afraid this afternoon their suspicions were confirmed.”

Phillip sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair. “Am I also going to need a new butler and housekeeper, Sheldrake?” he asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

“Not unless you are dismissing me, sir. Are you?” At this, Sheldrake looked directly at Phillip.

Phillip was surprised to say the least. He knew Sheldrake was aware of the new nature of his, Jonathan and Maggie’s relationship.

“Mr. Overton is not leaving, Sheldrake, not now, not ever.”

It was Sheldrake’s turn to sigh. “May I speak frankly, sir?” he asked.

“Of course, Sheldrake, please.”

“My son Edward was killed on the peninsula,” Sheldrake told him, his face reflecting the pain of his loss.

“I’m sorry, Sheldrake, I didn’t know,” Phillip said quietly.

“Mrs. Sheldrake and I, we see our care of you and Mr. Jonathan as, well, as what we’d like to think people would have done for Edward had he come back from the war hurting as you two did.”

Phillip looked down at his desk, moved deeply by the man’s admission.

“Thank you, Sheldrake.” He looked up at the man he realized had become almost a father figure to him, and the small knot of anguish he’d felt at losing him unwound. “That means a great deal to me, and to Jonathan and Maggie.”

Sheldrake sniffed righteously, raising his eyebrows.“Yes, sir. What shall we do about the de Havilands then, Mr. Neville?”

Phillip was confused by the abrupt change of topic. “What about them?” he asked. “Who are they?”

“Your neighbors.They sent word via a footman that they would appreciate it if you would close your curtains if you are going to engage in any more nefarious activities.” Sheldrake gave him a knowing look
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and said dryly, “I don’t believe the de Havilands themselves saw anything.”

Ah, Phillip thought, blackmailing servants. “Find out who saw what, quietly, and offer a little early Christmas bonus to forget.”

“Yes, sir,” Sheldrake said, turning to go.

“Also, please interview the new staff carefully, Sheldrake,” Phillip asked, his meaning clear.

“Yes, sir, of course.”Sheldrake paused at the door and looked back at Phillip. “Mr. Jonathan’s been having the dreams again.”

Oh lord, he hadn’t known. He’d been too involved with Maggie.“For how long?”