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Epilogue

It was half one when the maid slipped into Mr. Darcy's room.

Miss Eliza, the naughty maid, wore one of his wife's frocks. She held a candle in her right hand and a feather duster in her left. Her hair, lustrous brown, was pulled back in a severe knot away from her face. Her belly, five months with child, rounded attractively beneath her borrowed frock.

Darcy smiled. He had been awaiting this maid's arrival. "Dusting, so late in the night?" he remarked.

Miss Eliza froze. The candlelight flickered over her face as her lips parted. "Mr. Darcy," she said, and it was almost a moan.

Darcy admired the lush form of her body. The maid's breasts strained against the bodice of her frock, its hemline too short, revealing the curve of her calf and delicate ankles...

"Mr. Darcy, I must beg your forgiveness. I had hoped to finish my duties without disturbing you." She looked him over, his sleeping shirt open, revealing a patch of dark hair.

Darcy sat up on his elbow and shrugged the duvet from his hips. He let Miss Eliza see how she affected him. He said, "I cannot say I approve of your performing your duties at such a late hour, disturbing my rest."

The maid's lips twitched. Her eyes, always dark, seemed darker in the candlelight. A single curl had escaped the knot at her neck. It fell over her temple and brushed her cheek.

Darcy said, "But, if you are diligent, you may earn my forgiveness."

Miss Eliza set the candle on the nightstand, and, feather duster in hand, dropped to her knees at the side of the bed. "Please, Mr. Darcy, my place here means so much to me. How might I earn your forgiveness?" She fluttered the duster over her chest and then pressed a kiss to his ankle.

"Very good," Darcy said. "Put that down, Miss Eliza and come here," he said, beckoning her onto the bed.

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When they parted to breathe, Darcy said, "Very nice, Ms. Eliza. But I would strip this frock from you," he said, weaving his fingers through her hair and then resting between her shoulder blades just above the back of the dress. "But you will need to return to your rooms this evening, and it would be shameful for you to do so half clothed."

"Very shameful." Ms. Eliza smiled. "I could spend the night."

"The other maids will gossip. I would not ask that of you."

"Not so much if they know you approve, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy said, "Lay down, beside me."

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Miss Eliza asked, "Am I forgiven?"

Darcy smiled against her cheek. "This time," he whispered against her skin. "This once, if you spend the night, we shall call it acceptable."

"Merely acceptable?"

"Let me get you the rest of the way out of that dress, and we shall see what is acceptable, and what is more."

"I love you, Mr. Darcy,"

"And I you, my most lovely mistress and wife."

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