"We're alone together at last!" Imogen exclaimed as Henry closed the door behind them.

"Now we have all the time we need," Henry murmured as he began to kiss her. They felt the passion coursing through them as their tongues touched.

Henry quickly shed his jacket and was about to rip his shirt off when Imogen stopped him.

"No, let me," she insisted. "I've waited too long for this." Slowly she began to unbutton Henry's shirt. At the same time, his hands cupped her breasts through her clothing, and she felt his urgency.

As soon as Henry's shirt was off, he went to work on Imogen's blouse, and soon both it and her bra fell to the floor. Her breasts now free, Henry took them into his hands and massaged them until her nipples were throbbing and aching.

Imogen could feel his desire through his clothing, and she moved swiftly to unfasten his pants. He quickly kicked them off, then shed his underwear as well.

Gently laying Imogen on the bed, Henry removed the rest of her clothing. He lay beside her, and they eagerly began to touch one another, until at last they were both ready and joined their bodies and began to move together. Imogen climaxed first, followed closely by Henry. Spent, they lay cuddled in one another's arms until sleep overtook them.

The following morning, they awoke to find themselves naked atop damp sheets, their bodies still entwined.

"Was it good for you?" asked Henry.

"Yes," said Imogen. "I love you, Henry."

"I love you too, Imogen," said Henry. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh, yes!" Imogen told him. After having been married to the adulterous and tyrannical Anthony Staxton-Billing, she was thrilled to have found a sweet, gentle man like Henry Bell.