He pried one sleepy eye open and was rewarded with a view of a perfectly round breast topped with a plump rosy nipple. Deciding this required further investigation, he slid his other eye open and delighted in the sight and feel of his naked bride sitting astride his thighs, running her hands slowly up and down his torso. Her glorious hair surrounded her like an auburn cloud, cascading over her shoulders to touch her full breasts and caress her hips, the curling ends gliding behind her to rest on his legs. The fact that he was aroused did not surprise him a bit. Indeed, he'd been in a constant state of arousal for the past three days. But today things would change. He'd sent a message to Bow Street and had been informed that as of last evening, no one had yet heard from James Kinney. And late last night another blackmail letter had been delivered, demanding that Austin gather the incredible sum of five thousand pounds and await further instructions. He'd questioned the lad who brought the missive and learned that a "Frenchie" had offered him a bob to deliver the note.
