When they began their affair, Alex decided she was eminently lovely, delectable, desirable--all those things. He also knew what she said had been the truth. Their bed sport and frequent couplings were not enough to satisfy him even after spending almost a month in her bed. It could not be his fault. No, of course, not. He was only thirty, in excellent health, and as virile as any man in his prime could be who adored having daily sex. It must be her fault.

Alex's many carnal encounters over the years often left him cold and wanting something more, missing an element he did not fully understand. Little did he realize that absence of true love in his frequent couplings might never match his youthful yearnings.

Unable to sabotage Alex into protestations of love, Georgianna did everything possible to force him into considering marriage when her husband turned up his toes. Although spoiled by the attention of a bevy of wealthy men, anxiety boiled through her when she didn't get her way. And today she was unhappy about how the marquess was behaving. She had to keep him dangling. She had no wish to upset the applecart she and Freddy planned for themselves.

Gazing up at Alex, Georgianna's cobalt eyes and rosy cupid's bow lips were only inches away. Her lids looked heavy; kohl-enhanced lashes curling against the fragility of her petal soft cheeks. Fire glinted in those blue eyes when she rubbed her pert breasts against Alex's textured wool jacket. An urgent, animalistic moan escaped from her throat. The sensations exploding over her pale skin and rose tinted nipples were not feigned. She was already wet with love juice.

Georgianna had been obsessed by nymphomania long before she arrived at the London brothel. Men thought they were the ones who paid for satisfaction, but she devoured them, as well. A reigning courtesan at the brothel, young and old with lots of gold coin to burn flocked to her expensive, sexual massages and salacious expertise. Georgianna needed intercourse the same way she needed to breathe--on a daily basis. She entertained both Freddy and the marquess whenever she could--morning, afternoon, or nighttime.

Now, Alex bent and bussed the courtesan's cheek with a lack of passion, then took hold of Georgianna's delicate wrists and gently removed them from around his neck.

With an unperturbed expression, Alex scooped her up unceremoniously, walked to the four poster, and dumped her and her enticing buttocks on the feather mattress in the center of the big bed. Smiling at her seductive but losing antics, he said, "Try to behave with some decorum, Georgie. If I do not see you on the weekend, I shall endeavor to return in a few weeks. That is, of course, unless Ponsonsby is back from his fishing trip."

So saying, he strode through the doorway, down the steps and out of the Berkeley Square town house.