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of his virgin lover.
    No. Now was not the time to expose her.
    He drew away from her and clambered to his feet. “Undress yourself.”
    She stared up at him, dazed, her legs still spread wantonly wide, displaying her glistening folds. Beautiful. Wet. Ready. Willing. Bram’s cock leapt and his unquenchable, uncontrollable desire infuriated him.
    “Blast, girl, get up and take off your clothes!”
    Scrambling, Kitty lurched to her feet and began shucking her apron and dress. This time there was no hesitation as she yanked off her chemise.
    Good Lord, she wants it!
    Bram stared, knowing she wanted him to fuck her—knowing he wanted to fuck her. Why could he not control what words sprang from his lips? Damn and blast!
    “Get in my bed.” Inside, he cringed. That was the last place she needed to be. Naked and warm and curious—and in his fucking bed. Had he gone completely mad?
    Uncertainty flashed in her deep blue eyes before she bent to pick up her discarded clothing.
    “Leave them,” he said, holding her gaze as she straightened and then moved toward his bed.
    “Take down your hair and take off those bloody spectacles,” he ordered before he scooped up her clothes and tossed them on the fire.
    She gasped and his gaze shot to her once more. Shockingly beautiful, she stood, her blonde tresses curtaining her shoulders, her swollen lips parted in surprise.
    “You won’t be needing those anymore,” he said as he poured himself another drink. This was sheer insanity. But until he found out her reason for being here, he could not have her amongst the other servants.
    Forcing himself not to watch her crawling into his bed, he returned to his chair. Before he lifted his snifter to his lips, he savored the taste of Kitty’s cunny once more. It would be heaven to sink his cock into her, to feel her arms around him, her fingers weaving through his hair…
    The fantasy was a new one. Normally he imagined bending a woman over, and once he had aroused her to a fever pitch with welcomed punishments, he would fuck her into oblivion and then leave her until the next time she came begging for more.
    With Kitty, he wanted something more. He wanted to share the experience instead of controlling it.
    The need rattled him to the core. He had never been unsatisfied after expelling his seed, but this time was different. He still wanted to fuck more than her pretty mouth. And the care, the tenderness with which he had made certain she had achieved satisfaction was so uncharacteristic he hardly knew himself.
    He glanced at his bed. At least she was still. She was probably already sleeping. But Bram knew that one word, one plea from her pouting lips, one entreaty to partake of the treasure between her legs, and he would be at a perfect loss.
    No, he thought as he swirled the amber liquid around in his snifter. He would spend the night right here in his chair. Turning up his glass, he downed the contents, chasing away the taste of Kitty’s cunny from his mouth and the ragged urge to fuck her from his body.
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    Sleep was impossible. Kitty had no idea how much time had passed since Bram had sent her to bed. For the first hour she awaited him to join her. She wanted him to come to her and strip off his clothes. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, his fingers probing her, his mouth on her breasts and on that place between her legs again.
    Squeezing her thighs together, she twisted under the soft covers.
    He had thrown her clothes on the fire. All of them. Some part of her thrilled that she would remain naked in his service and she anticipated all the things he might do.
    Just this morning she had been intent on exposing him. Now she was the one who was so utterly and thoroughly exposed.
    She bit her bottom lip, recalling how he had buried his face between her legs and suckled her. She had never in her life felt anything so exquisite, so perfect. And Kitty knew she would do and say anything to get him to do that to her