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For one wicked night . . . .Benedict Abernathy, an untitled and wealthy gentleman visiting London, is heartily sick of his celibate existence. Determined to leave his shattered heart behind and move on with his life, he accepts an invitation for aMoreFor one wicked night . . . .Benedict Abernathy, an untitled and wealthy gentleman visiting London, is heartily sick of his celibate existence. Determined to leave his shattered heart behind and move on with his life, he accepts an invitation for a night of debauchery in the arms of Londons infamous courtesan, Lottie Townsend.. . . . she will indulge his every desire.Lady Charlotte Goodchild has fallen far from privilege and longs for one night of pleasure with the man she loves. But Benedict must be spared the truth of her ruin at all costs. Posing as Lottie Townsend, a notoriously discriminating courtesan and old friend, she disguises her identity and invites Benedict to share the night of passion that fate denied them.Excerpt:Lottie Townsend admired a fine looking man as much as the next woman, but this man stirred her blood like no other. She licked her lips over the spoon, conscious of Benedict Abernathys regard, and then fed him another bite. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight and she smiled, pleased with his company. Bit by bit, Lottie drew him into her sensual web, feeding his deepest desire for pampering as she fed him his meal. She had learned her lessons well these past months.That shed obviously aroused him with her antics amused her. Watching his mouth open to accept the pleasure of well-roasted fowl brought her joy. Never in all her years would she believe a man would enjoy such outrageous attentions, yet he seemed smitten.A dangerous obsession faced Lottie if she wasnt careful- she could pamper him until he tired of her, but her own need would never go away . . . her intense need to ensure Benedicts happiness.Burying the part of her crying out for recognition, Lottie flipped off her slipper and lifted her foot to his groin. The growl of surprised masculine excitement caressed her senses. She worked her toes beneath the napkin, into his heated lap, even as she reached for a glass and tipped more wine into his waiting mouth.Knowing full well how much Benedict liked to be touched, she twisted her toes and his response grew obvious, tenting the front of his breeches. His hand gripped her ankle and held her foot in place. With only her toes free to move, she wriggled them against his growing length, and he widened his legs, loosening his grip to let her explore.Pointing her toes, Lottie dropped them to the chair and nudged his balls. Benedict grasped her leg and played with the fine gold chain encircling her ankle. His warm hand slid under her gown and played with the creased skin behind her knee. She couldnt contain a gasp and her eyes fluttered shut to mask her intense reaction to the caress.Suddenly Benedict grasped her thigh and tugged her forward. Her skirt slid higher as he dragged her upright, her weight balanced on one foot, and then settled her, straddled across his lap. The wine splashed across the floor, but she paid no mind to the spill, not when she could breathe the scent of his body.Lottie almost crooned aloud. Instead, she twisted back, dropped the glass with a clatter, grabbed up a spoonful of trifle and fed him. The moment he swallowed the decadent dessert, she pulled the spoon away and pressed her lips to his.