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He blinked at the question. “On occasion. Er, you’re wrinkling that. Bixby will be most displeased and scold me.”

She tore her gaze from his nipples, which were a darker pinky-brown than her own and absurdly tiny. “What?”

He gestured to the shirt that she’d not realized she was clutching in a death grip. “My valet gets personally affronted if any of my clothing comes to harm.”

Lori couldn’t have cared less about his valet. She was fascinated by the way the hair grew on his chest, swirling around his nipples and then thinning to a fine line that led between the fascinating musculature of his abdomen down to his navel.

But it didn’t stop there.

It continued in a much finer line that disappeared beneath his low-slung breeches.

A big warm finger slid beneath her chin and tilted her face up and up until she met his warm, amused gaze. “You appear to be fascinated by my body hair. Does it revolt you?”

“No.” Her face heated but she forced herself to say, “No, it doesn’t revolt me. I like it.”

He nodded slowly. “Good.”

Lori gave his chest a shove. “Sit,” she ordered. “Boots next.”

***

“Give me your foot,” Lorelei ordered.

Fast complied and she turned and straddled his calf, the sight of her bottom pressed against the thin fabric of her gown making him wish like hell that he’d stripped her naked first.

He gripped the armrests as she yanked on the boot hard enough to pull him half-way out of the chair.

Once she’d repeated the process a second time, she sank to her knees in front of him and reached for his placket.

Fast gritted his teeth to keep from groaning when the heel of her hand bumped his erection. He had to grit even harder while she methodically worked the five buttons that held his breeches closed.

Once the last button had been opened, he lifted his hips and she pulled down his breeches slowly, her eyes licking over him like fire as she stripped him, until only his monstrously tented drawers remained.

And then she spent an inordinate amount of time carefully folding his breeches—as if she’d suddenly been stricken with shyness—before turning back to him, her gaze snagged by his cock.

Amused by her rapt stare, Fast reached down, curled his fingers around his shaft, and stroked himself from root-to-tip.

Her eyes instantly leapt to his. “Does that feel good?” she asked in a raspy voice.

“Not as good as if you were doing it.”

She caught her lower lip with her teeth, her eyes riveted to him, but her body motionless.

“Touch me, Lorelei.”

She hesitated only a few seconds before reaching for him, her long, elegant fingers twitching slightly before they closed around him.

Fast’s eyelids fluttered. “Yessss,” he hissed when she commenced petting him, her awkward touches by far the most erotic he’d ever felt.

“I want this off,” she said a moment later, not taking her eyes from his muslin sheathed shaft.

Fast pulled the tape on his drawers and pushed the material lower. Her eyes widened as she stared down at his exposed cock. When she did not move to touch him, Fast stroked himself until the foreskin slid back to expose the sensitive, bulbous crown. And then he squeezed.

Lorelei sucked in a breath when a bead of liquid formed on the tiny slit.

Fast aimed the swollen head toward her and said, “Will you take me in your mouth, Lorelei?”

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