After luncheon, Will made his way up the staircase to his bedchamber to retrieve the salve and bandages for Dearne’s leg. Young Pilkington had driven into the town with the parlour maid, Cook was having a nap, and Cox was out doing something in the grounds. They had the house virtually to themselves. The sense of anticipation was almost killing him. He paused outside the door, then, girding his loins he reckoned, knocked, and walked in.
He almost walked straight back out.
Dearne was laying on the bed, naked. His arms were sprawled above his head, and his legs were spread wide. His arms made the muscles in his shoulders stand out, and his stomach was flat. His body was taut and hard. Every part of him. Will’s gaze landed helplessly on his c**k.
He closed the door behind him, and after a
