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Oliver frowned. What does it matter now? Grafton has his heir.
Please, Oliver. Answer me. Would you have stayed with me? He needed to know. Needed the comfort of the knowledge that Oliver
would have stayed with him, though he had a very strong suspicion Oliver s answer would offer no comfort.
His lover s gaze, heavy with regret, remained locked with his. No. I could not have shared you. I could not have welcomed you with
open arms when you came to me smelling of her.
But I would have married out of duty and nothing more. I would not have loved her. I love you. My heart belongs to you.
Oliver shook his head. I know. Still, I could not have been the secret you kept from your wife.
But we already are each other s secrets.
Yes. Though it would have been different, and you know that. You would have gone to balls with her, went to the theater, discussed
your day with her, gone home to her, laid between her legs. Had children with her. I could never share you like that, Vincent. It would
have destroyed me.
And it would have destroyed Vincent in the process. He looked down, avoiding Oliver s gaze, and adjusted the length of his greatcoat,
draped over his leg. I don t know what I would have done if I had lost you, he admitted. He had a brief taste of it once before, and it had
been agony not to have Oliver in his life.
With a gloved hand, Oliver cupped his cheek and brought his chin up, refusing to allow him to hide. He cursed the chill temperature,
needing to feel the comforting warmth of Oliver s palm.
You would have been all right, Vincent. You would have succeeded in marriage, just as you succeed in everything you do.
Oliver s confidence in him was staggering at times but, in this instance, entirely misplaced. Vincent made to shake his head, but
Oliver held him still. Would you have been all right?
That gloved hand slipped off his jaw. No. You are the only man I have ever loved. I could never love another. But as you no longer
need to marry, we do not need to discuss this. So let s not speak of it.
If you insist. Vincent let out a heavy sigh. But I would not have been all right, not if I didn t have you, he grumbled.
A little indulgent smile tipped the edges of Oliver s lips. A smile that indicated Oliver s confidence was still misplaced. But he knew
he would not convince the man otherwise right now.
Oliver s gloved hand came back up to cup his jaw. Leaning close, he pulled Vincent down for a kiss. Just one brush of his lips
provided the comfort Vincent sorely needed, vanquishing almost every trace of the fear, but not all of it. A tiny tendril remained, but he
pushed it aside, focused on kissing the man beside him.
He reached up and threaded his fingers in the wind-tousled waves of Oliver s hair. With a firm tug on the strands, he slanted his lips
over Oliver s and pushed his tongue inside, demanding entry. Oliver moaned into his mouth and shifted closer, pressing full against
Vincent s side.
Lust shot straight to his groin. His cock hardened, pushing at the falls of his trousers. But before the lust grabbed hold of all his
senses, he pulled back just enough to whisper against Oliver s lips, I never said never again.
Oliver s eyes flared, and a moan, this one thin and threadbare yet thick with excitement, shook his throat.
Lest the man misunderstood his intentions, Vincent gave Oliver s hair another tug. But not now, boy, he said, as firm as that tug.
His lover instantly yielded. The dark fan of his lashes fluttered behind his spectacles, brushing the curve of his high cheekbones. A
whimper slid past his parted lips.
The man was so beautiful. So perfect. The other half of his soul.
His heart clenched, the fear flaring to grip him anew. Needing the lust to mask it again, he slanted his lips harshly over Oliver s. Let
the silken depths of his mouth, the sweet sounds of his sighs, and the hot pants of his breaths clinging to Vincent s cheek command all his
attention.
Rubbing against Vincent s side, Oliver shifted closer. He let out a little grunt of frustration, then pushed up onto his knees. Vincent
felt the man s hands move between them.
A shrug of his shoulders and Oliver s greatcoat slipped from his arms. He dragged his lips along Vincent s jaw. Now, Vincent. I need
you now. Desperation soaked his plea.
Vincent glanced down. The waistband of Oliver s trousers was bunched just above his knees, exposing the golden skin of his compact
yet sleek thighs. The flushed head of his cock poked out from under the hem of his white shirt. No doubt at all what Oliver wanted, and
Vincent was more than willing to give it to him. Hell, he needed to give it to him. Needed to have the man beneath him, compliant and
desperate, wanting only him. Yet&
Vincent pulled his gaze from Oliver to scan the surrounding grounds. Nothing but grassy fields and the two horses tied to the tree.
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