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the floor as wel . In a slow, sensual tease, she peels down one long glove at a time, rol ing them off and discarding them.
    My heart speeds up as she walks away, turning her back on me. Her scent is thick in the room as she sits in front of her vanity and removes her makeup. I don’t move, I can barely breathe as her true beauty is revealed. Pale skin, freckles, and a soft fringe of auburn lashes. She pivots on the cushioned seat, her knees wide enough to give me a ful pussy view. She is shaved bare, her labia pink. “Help me with the boots.”
    Exhausted, I lumber off the platform and crawl to her. I take her ankle in my hand, lifting her foot to slide down the zipper. I tug off each boot one at a time, revealing bare skin, bare feet, toenails painted bright red. Without asking permission, I lift her foot and suck her big toe into my mouth.
    She doesn’t reprimand me, her eye lashes flutter closed and she sighs softly.
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    Encouraged, I worship each toe with my mouth, sucking, licking. I draw my tongue down the arch of her foot.
    “Enough! Back off, mutt.”
    I sit back on my heels and note that her expression reflects the confusion I feel.
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    “I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. I’m not quite sure where that is just yet.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tif any’s

Chapter 4
Kit en
    San Francisco
    Pregnancy has given me new insight about myself. I’m a perfectionist. And a workaholic. Who knew? I would have never believed the truth of it but how else can I explain how hard I drive myself, pushing the limits of mental and physical exhaustion to new heights? At twenty-seven weeks, my back aches constantly and I feel grotesque, I’m constipated…and today al I can think about is strawberries. Strawberries! I sent Hol y, my secretary, to the market to fetch them and immediately felt guilty for having her go. But I needed strawberries! And I ate the entire quart without sharing. I should feel guilty, and not solely for the sake of the strawberries. Today she has done her job and most of my work too.
    I just can’t concentrate. I keep wondering how long I should wait to ask her to run to the market and get me more strawberries. I’m a horrible, selfish person.
    Awakening from fal ing asleep at my desk is the last straw and a sure sign I need to be home...in bed…sleeping, not having sex. Because despite what I consider my enormous, very pregnant with twins, not very sexy shape, my Master can’t seem to get enough of my body. Especial y now that my other Master, Thomas Stephanopoulos, has been cal ed away on an assignment. A very long assignment. On the other side of the nation.
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    Garrett has taken advantage of the situation and feels that sex twice a day every day is not too often. Normal y, I’d agree. Two times, three times, a dozen times. Let’s go! I love sex. But not this week. Emotions, deadlines, and pregnancy on top of a ful night crawling around in feline persona as Garrett’s sex pet has taken a tol on my body. I know I can’t keep up the pace I’ve maintained for the last year…and the truth is, no one except myself expects me to.
    It’s just—I need to work. I miss Lord Fyre so much. The pain is so raw in my chest. It seems like he only left this morning, it seems he’s been away forever. I was twenty-three weeks pregnant then, and now I am into my third trimester. I am absolutely miserable. I’m done with the whole thing and have considered begging for a Caesarian section now just to put me out of my misery.
    Staring into space, a field of turquoise is al that I see, my office wal at The Darkness, though I could as easily be at Lord Fyre’s beach house, the place he took me to when I was solely his for three months. I close my eyes, breathing deeply, my hands held over my baby bump. I feel one of the babies stretch