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Shocked by such a truly sinful way of sitting, Charlotte broke off the kiss.
    His eyes flashed like the devil’s. “It’s more comfortable, yes?” It was more than comfortable. That didn’t even begin to describe the wonderful sinfulness of being so intimately pressed against him. Charlotte wanted to answer but feared she would moan instead, and so she shook her head and pulled him to her chest for another kiss. This time there was no mistaking who started it. She plunged her tongue between his lips, her hands reaching down to grab at the buttons of his coat.
    “Take this hideous thing off,” she rasped in his ear, pulling at the sleeves. She followed up her command with a nip to the soft skin of his earlobe and then helped him. A thrill of satisfaction coursed through her as he tossed the garment to the ground. Without the horrible coat to distract, wearing only his white shirt and dark black pants, the Earl was devastatingly handsome. Beneath his now unbuttoned shirt, Charlotte could see the hard muscles that the oversized coat had covered. Why he hid behind those odd outfits she did not understand. She would have asked him if she weren’t so busy kissing the top of his chest.
    “And now,” he said, drawing in his breath when she ran her tongue around the edge of his nipple, “you must take off something for me.”
    She drew back. “My ostrich feathers?” In truth the fashionable hairpiece did look rather like a bird’s nest. Charlotte had thought the very same thing when Lady Jersey had worn one last week.
    His eyes glazed with laughter, Lord Devlin kept his expression very serious. “Much more than that,” he whispered, and Charlotte felt the pulse in her neck quicken as his fingers began to undo the buttons on the back of her gown. “After all, you can hardly entertain in a burnt gown.”
    He scooted her closer to him on his lap. Beneath the flimsy silk, Charlotte could feel the hard pulse of how much he wanted her.
    “Lord Devlin—”
    “Call me James,” he interrupted, sliding the top of her gown down to expose her chest.
    He kissed the top of her breast and she gasped with pleasure.
    “James,” she stopped his hand as he reached for more buttons. “I can’t take my dress off in the middle of the drawing room. I’ll never get it back on without my maid.”
    She couldn’t finish her thought because he had now lifted her skirts up and was pulling them higher until nearly all of her legs were exposed.
    “I suppose you’re right about that. We shall have to find another way, then, to get what we want.”
    Charlotte sighed, sinking deeper into his hands, luxuriating in the feel of his rough hands against her skin. What did it matter if she allowed the Earl a few liberties? She was already a ruined woman. One more kiss shouldn’t matter…
    It took Charlotte a full minute to realize James had thrown her to the floor.
    “I beg your pardon, Lady Mallen,” James spoke loudly as he pushed her behind him, “we don’t want you falling into the fireplace again. I have, I mean, you have only just recovered from my first rescue. Not that I necessarily rescued you. It was more of a helpful gesture.”
    James continued to babble on in an unnaturally loud voice. What had come over him? Her first thought was that he planned to follow her and find out just how comfortable the red dragon Oriental rug was against bare skin, but then Charlotte heard the other voices.
    “Pardon us, Cousin. It seems we are interrupting you.”
    Please God, no! Hidden from view behind James’s broad back, Charlotte didn’t need to see the face to know who was standing at the door. The last time she’d heard this particular gentleman speak, he had been declaring his undying devotion to her.
    “Andrew,” she whispered, feeling the muscles in James’s back tense. Her Andrew was standing in the doorway, clearly having witnessed herself and Lord Devlin in a very scandalous position on the fake bamboo chair. Charlotte didn’t