Love Redeemed by Sorcha Mowbray

increased with each powerful thrust. Desperate for release, he reached down and searched her clit out through the opening in her under things. Ruthless, he flicked the sensitive nub and pushed her over the edge as his tempo increased. The silken walls of her passage clamped down around him then released. Over and over, the spasms squeezed him and pushed his control until he needed to explode. He pulled out to shoot his hot cum onto the linen drawers covering her bottom. Complete and relaxed, he drew the soiled garment down her legs and used them to clean himself up. Tossing them aside, he sat on the bed and tucked her into his arms.
     
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    Serena lay in bed sipping her hot cocoa when Maggie appeared bearing a folded note. Setting her drink down, she read the missive in which Brennan explained that a modiste would be arriving within the hour.
    “It seems we will have company soon. I should get dressed.” She stretched and sat up, her chocolate abandoned on the bedside table. “I’ll wear the navy blue dress with the white trim.”
    Her maid scampered to find the dress and left Serena to see to her morning ablutions. Refreshed with her hair brushed out and her undergarments in place, Serena finagled the dress over her head with Maggie’s help. After a few moments of struggling the gown fell into place and the girl could work on buttoning the back of the dress. “Thank you, now do you know anything about fixing hair?”
    “Yes, mum.” She watched Serena move to the vanity.
    “Come then, how would you style my hair for a meeting with a dressmaker?” The girl was painfully shy, not something Serena was accustomed to dealing with. At The Market all of the girls tittered and chattered like sisters, even the maids.
    “Perhaps a simple knot at the nape would be best if you’ll be in and out of your gown.” Maggie walked over to where Serena sat and picked up the brush from the table.
    “That sounds like an excellent notion. I leave it to you to sort out.” Serena sat still and waited for the stroke of the brush through her tresses. Soon her hair appeared coiffed into a neat knot. A knock at the door heralded Mrs. O’Keef’s entrance.
    “Miss Freemont, Madame Le Fleur has arrived. She is in the front parlor.”
    “Thank you. I will be down directly. You may go get your breakfast if you have not eaten yet. I shouldn’t need you again until later.” Serena rose and left the two women. Nerves got the best of her on the way downstairs. Brennan had left no instructions regarding what he expected her to buy. She entered the parlor, her hands damp with sweat and her stomach full of butterflies. She could do this. She could act like a lady as well as any gently reared daughter of the Ton. Pasting a pleasant expression on her face she greeted her guest.
    “Thank you for coming, Madame Le Fleur.”
    “Ah, at Monsieur Whitling’s behest I would travel to the far reaches of the earth,” the flamboyant woman drawled in her fake French accent, laced with slips of Cockney.
    “Well, shall we look at some designs? I am in need of a new gown.” Serena strove for a calm she did not feel. How many dresses should she order? Stupid man left no instructions, no clue about what or how much.
    “ Oui , I have many beautiful gowns for you to look at.” She presented a thick stack of drawings for her to peruse.
    After an hour of discussing the merits of various designs, Serena found four that she wanted. Without any direction she placed her order. “Please send the bill for two of them to this address.” She scribbled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to the dressmaker. She would send a note around to Madame with instructions to pay for the dresses out of her personal account. Madame’s man of affairs handled all the finances for the girls who chose to save their pennies.
    “ Non , I cannot. Monsieur Whitling insisted the full bill be delivered to him.”
    “But, I wish to pay for these two myself.” Frustration