"Lord Blackthorne," his butler said, "Ian said he's just received a very important message which he needs to share with you. I'll leave him in your study, sir."

"What time is it?" Blackthorne grumbled. He'd had the most exquisite dream of spending a little quality time with Stuart's wife, Ailene. The butler had interrupted just as he was getting to the good parts. His cock was still quite stiff from his dream.

"Just after one, Lord."

"Very well."

"Would you like help with your robe, sir?"

"No, go back to bed. I'll deal with Ian."

"Yes, sir."

Blackthorne got up and went down to his study. Ian was standing there...