Said the stable boy

Felicity could feel the sweat trickling down into her decolletage as she rode, and the wind tumbled her hair into glorious disarray. Was not The Stable Boy, in fact, his possession?

The stable boy

As she dismounted, his face was submerged in the warm, diaphanous folds of her riding habit. Felicity had felt every hard muscle as she slid down his unyielding length. Their eyes were locked together, and in his hazel-flecked gaze she saw a smile dissolve into the ruthless determination of a predator. Her eyes closed, and she inclined her lips in invitation.

Deliberately, tantalizing, he let her feet touch the ground. Bumblebees swirled lazily by, settling now and then to fertilize the open blossoms. He felt the muslin sweep down his face, at first in abundance, then diminishing where it closed around her waist, and then there was nothing between them, only his own breath intensely hot against the rising swell of her bosom.

As she passed Frederick, she limped dramatically for emphasis. She could feel her own body quiver, as though she had lost control.

Surely there could have been nothing of great importance in that fleeting vision. He could smell her perfume intermingled with the musky essence of her being.

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She had not yet recovered her breath in the aftermath of the race, but at his touch she almost purred. The half-tamed stallion coursed beneath her. They surged past the rounded bales of hay.

Yet Felicity feigned disdain. He tried to calm himself as he spoke.

The stable boy

Felicity ground her teeth. Felicity had been bouncing up and down for over an hour; her cheeks were flushed and her thighs throbbed.

He wondered what The Stable Boy would say if Frederick offered to rub him down. He held her against him for an instant without letting her feet touch the ground. Frederick gave himself completely to the scene before him.

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Want to keep up with breaking news? It had to be. Still he did not release her. This would be the decisive moment.

Screamed the stable boy

His expression revealed neither resistance nor eagerness, though a peculiar movement of his eyes might have indicated that he knew what was coming. Inside, The Stable Boy slid down from the horse with the grace of a panther.

By Lesley R. WintersCrimson Staff Writer. And was not Frederick the master of his own estate?

Subscribe to our newsletter. They finished together. Felicity, her whole body trembling, tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed herself even closer. Someone cleared his throat impatiently. It was a dead heat all the way to the stables.

The ripe sun beat down on them as they galloped. The Stable Boy quickly picked up a pitchfork to mask the bulge in his trousers.