Yes, but it will be risky

Charlotte stared at Mr. Fuller for several seconds before she began her careful response.

"Yes, I think I could, but is this a good idea?" When Mr. Fuller listened carefully she detailed her concerns. "With my sudden disappearance, it is likely that Marlton Manor will be in turmoil; while my father might not care a farthing's worth for me, he does care about appearances. He will be demanding that everything be dropped until my I am found."

"Surely they will have to give up the hunt at some point tonight?" Mr. Fuller countered with a grin as he stretched out on the bed by her side. Charlotte found herself blushing as she admired his long hard body with a hunger that she had always thought was the province of men. Did other women secretly admire the male form like this or had her fall from grace affected her in more ways than one?

"At some point, I guess." Charlotte conceded suddenly finding it hard to think clearly. His smoky scent made her want nothing more than to press her face to Mr. Fuller's neck and breath in that heady aroma. Mr. Fuller presence seemed to weaken every crack in her façade of proper behavior, and when his hand stroked her hair Charlotte found it impossible to focus. "But not for many hours."

"Then I guess we'll have to find some way to pass the time." Mr. Fuller's baritone dropped into a throaty bass and his fingers moved from her loose curls to the soft skin of her cheek until his thumb rested on her lip sending tingling waves of desire shooting through her. Oh God! He's going to take her again! Instead of protesting his familiarity Charlotte was emboldened by it; opening her mouth carefully she took his callused digit into her mouth and suckled on it experimentally.

Randy could feel his body responding again to the feeling of Miss Charlotte's tongue and lips swirling around his thumb. With a grunt of surrender he pressed his thumb deeper into her mouth and dropped his mouth to her soft breast capturing her pink nipple with his teeth and sucking it eagerly into his mouth. He knew better than any man that Lady Marlton had been (until this evening) as chaste as any groom could expect from his bride, but the way she teased and seduced him made him wonder just how much she had actually learned from her books.

It could not last. Randy knew that, but for these next few hours he refused to admit that he, a man lacking in any prospects other than his newfound skills as a sailor, wanted by the law and hunted by wardens, sheriffs and soldiers in most of the county had any business with a Lady of the Empire. He wanted her, and to his amazement, Miss Marlton seemed to desire him as much as he needed her.