The next chapter as promised.

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Chapter 4

They fell into a kind of pattern over the next few weeks, even though the rules of the game were never actually discussed. If he came to find her in the greenhouse during the day he was the Baron, powerful, uncompromising, all steely eyes and testosterone and she was helpless to resist as he ripped her underwear off and took her hard and fast over the bench. Sometimes he would catch her unawares and pin her against the wall, his voice low and gravelly as he described exactly what he was going to do to her before slamming into her unrelentingly, driving them both swiftly to a mind-blowing climax.

A couple of times he'd asked for a meeting in the study and her husband's desk had taken another pounding as she'd clamped her hand over her mouth so as not to cry out. The whole scenario excited her beyond belief, and her knees went weak at the sound of his voice or the crunch of his boots on the gravel path.

In the bedroom, however, he was always Hans, passionate but tender, his fingers and lips wandering over every inch of her body until she was aching to feel him moving deep inside her, possessing her, filling her completely. He was happy for her to take the lead when the mood took her, watching her face, touching her as she rode him, slowly driving them both towards blissful oblivion. She thought he welcomed the rare opportunity to relinquish control for a while knowing the responsibilities of his position weighed heavily upon him.

Despite the privations of occupation and the clandestine nature of their relationship, she found she'd never been happier, pushing any thoughts of the future firmly to the back of her mind and trying to enjoy the limited time they had together. She'd never fallen for a man so completely before, the feelings she'd once had for James hadn't even come close, and she found it equally wonderful and terrifying being so emotionally dependent on another person. She craved him like a drug, missing him every second that she wasn't in his presence, and the feelings only seemed to increase as the days passed and they grew more intimate.

She was sure that Muller had guessed their secret but he was fiercely loyal to the Baron and treated her with his usual respect and courtesy still. It seemed he was sympathetic to the needs of two lonely people thrown together in uncertain times and would continue to turn a blind eye as long as it didn't interfere with the effective running of the occupation. She actually found herself growing to like and respect the man, and they always passed by with a genuine smile and a warm greeting.

Walker, on the other hand, was a completely different prospect. There had been an underlying antagonism between them since she'd caught him forcing himself on that prostitute at the party, and she knew instinctively that he was not the type to understand the Baron's leniency towards Mr Brotherson. On the surface he addressed her politely enough, but there was a barely concealed insolence in his manner. She hoped he had no suspicions about her and the Baron, and thanked God that he spent most of his time in town.

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Unbeknownst to her, Walker had indeed worked out that there was something between his superior officer and the wife of James Dorr, and he was doing his best to find some definite proof. He wasn't a big fan of Von Rheingarten, thought he was weak and had no stomach for the job after his inexplicable decision to treat Mr Brotherson as a prisoner of war, and he would relish the chance to bring that superior Mrs. Dorr down a peg or two. He had a nagging suspicion that the Baron's change of heart was in some way connected to her, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

He'd tried to subtly sound Muller out but the man refused to give anything away, so he decided to widen the net, keeping his ears open for any useful gossip and his eyes on the Baron's movements. He came to realise that his superior officer often returned to Sous Les Chenes during the day, and he knew the Baron sneaked about the house late at night because he'd been spying on him. Clearly he was screwing her, but Walker needed to somehow catch them together to be sure.

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His chance finally came when he had a rare afternoon off with no commitments. He watched the Baron leave for Sous Les Chenes not long after lunch and followed at a discreet distance, parking his motorbike out of sight on the drive and walking the rest of the way, taking care not to be seen. There was no sign of anyone in their wing of the house, and he thought it unlikely that they were in the bedroom together at this time of day knowing members of the household staff were still around. He was aware that they sat together in the garden sometimes and made his way quietly outside and down the path planning to investigate further, until he heard the sound of a pot crashing to the ground and made his way cautiously closer to the greenhouse taking care to tread on the grass at the side of the path so as to make no noise. He peered through the dingy glass using a tomato plant for cover, eyes widening in surprise at the torrid scene unfolding inside. The Baron was taking Mrs Dorr vigorously from behind over a nearby bench, and judging by the noises she was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he was. Well, well, he thought, she may look down her nose at him but she was no better than a cheap whore, dropping her knickers for an enemy officer. He could clearly hear her moans of pleasure and the grunts of his senior officer as he pounded into her relentlessly, causing the bench to creak dangerously. Walker felt his trousers getting tighter as she reached a very vocal climax, the Baron following soon after, collapsing onto her back and panting for breath.

He had to admit to some grudging respect for the man, managing to seduce the prim and proper Felicity Dorr: she was after all still a beautiful woman, and he would love to be in the other man's place, slaking his lust on her womanly body.

He watched as Von Rheingarten turned her round and lifted her gently onto the bench before moving between her legs and kissing her tenderly. Her hands tangled in his hair as his lips dropped to her neck, and Walker heard her sigh dreamily.

"Mmmm …. Hans …"

So, he thought, this wasn't just a giving in to physical desire, the two of them were clearly in love. He was even more convinced now that Felicity's fondness for Mr Brotherson had influenced the Baron's decision, all he needed was some definite proof. He left the lovers totally wrapped up in one another, sneaking quietly back into the house to deal with his hard-on in private. He knew he would be imagining himself buried up to the hilt in Felicity Dorr when he came.

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The lady in question was blissfully unaware that she and the Baron had had an attentive audience, distracted as she was by the warmth of his mouth against her throat and his hands nimbly popping the buttons on her blouse. She sighed into his hair as his lips found the curve of a breast.

"How do you do this to me, Hans? It's only been a few minutes and you make me want you all over again …"

He grinned wickedly up at her, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Are you wet for me, Felicity?"

"Most of the time nowadays, it seems."

She smoothed a lock of hair back off his forehead, and he feigned mock disappointment.

"Only most of the time?"

"I do have to sleep occasionally. Mind you, I have some very interesting dreams …"

She smiled seductively down into eyes the azure blue of a summer sky, marveling again at the length of his lashes, and he smirked.

"While I do want to hear all the details later, there is something here that requires your full attention first …"

He moved her hand down to his rapidly growing erection and she ran her fingers up and down his length as he freed a nipple and grazed over the sensitive bud with his teeth before sucking hard.

"Mmmm … more …"

He moved slowly down to nuzzle between her legs, enjoying her little moans of pleasure as he took her into his mouth, teasing her with his lips and tongue until he sensed she was getting close. He couldn't wait any longer, surging into her, hearing her groan of pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist and fell onto her back. He ploughed into her hard and fast, fingers digging into her thighs, remorselessly driving her towards release until he felt her body go rigid as she clenched round him, crying out in ecstasy.

"Oh God … Hans … ohhhh …"

He watched himself moving in and out of her and the sight was enough to push him over the edge, hips bucking erratically as the old bench groaned in protest and another couple of pots fell to the floor with a resounding crash. He came hard then, a kaleidoscope of colours blurring his vision as he spilled into her with a satisfied groan.

"Fuck … Jesus … yeeessss …"

He leaned over her, trying to catch his breath, supporting himself on his hands as she stroked his cheek, face flushed, eyes glowing.

"It gets better every time …"

He withdrew and sat down next to her, pulling her into a warm embrace and kissing the top of her head.

"Did your husband never satisfy you, then?"

She smirked into his chest. Men and their egos.

"You know very well he didn't, you're just fishing for compliments."

Sitting back she grinned up at him and he looked away, shuffling his feet. She'd never seen him show any sign of insecurity before and she found it quite endearing, taking his face in her hands and kissing him tenderly on the lips.

"I don't want any other man, I just want you. I love you. And nobody ever has or ever will make me feel as good as you do."

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he dipped his head to nibble at her lower lip before kissing her thoroughly, his tongue dancing a sensual tango around hers before she surfaced for air, breathless and giddy.

"How did you get so good at that? Did they teach snogging techniques in school?"

He smirked proudly.

"Well, I did get a lot of practice when I was younger. All the girls wanted, how do you say it, a piece of me?"

She smacked him on the arm, trying to suppress a grin.

"Well there's one piece of you that belongs entirely to me now, and don't you ever forget it!"
He snorted, folding her in his arms and burying his nose in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent.

"If you continue to be this insatiable I can guarantee to there won't be any other women. I won't have the energy …"

He swore loudly in German as she elbowed him smartly in the ribs.

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Hope you're still enjoying. The final chapter is in the pipeline …