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    “No,” she said firmly. “Can…can I touch it? Can I touch you, I mean?”
    “Do you really want to?”
    “Yes.” Hesitantly, Chloe reached for him, cupping the left side of his face in her hand. The scar tissue was warm and rough against the palm of her hand, like melted wax, but she didn’t find it repulsive. Mark closed his eyes while she touched him, letting her fingers explore both sides of his face as she had explored his shaft earlier. Chloe thought she had never been shown such trust before by anyone and it touched her deeply.
    “You’re very gentle,” he said at last, opening his eyes to look at her.
    “So are you,” Chloe told him. “You know, I’ve never had anyone make love to me the way you did,” she said, surprised that she had the nerve to say it. “It was…really special, Mark. I just…I want you to know that.” She leaned forward and kissed the scarred cheek gently, putting her heart into the gesture.
    “I think you’re special too.” His deep voice was low and appreciative. “In fact, you’re nothing like what I expected at all.”
    “I thought the same thing about you when you showed up on the doorstep.” She grinned at him and then shivered. “I’m cold, can we get under the covers again?”
    “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He got back into bed and pulled her close again, sliding the sheets and comforter up to cover them both.
    “Mmm.” Chloe snuggled close, enjoying the heat of his big body. She rubbed her face against his lightly furred chest, glad that the feather mask was no longer in her way. She took a deep breath of his spicy scent, enjoying the feel of being held in a pair of warm, masculine arms. How long had it been since she’d been held like this? Too long, Chloe decided. She was glad she’d decided to take a risk and break the rules. “You know,” she murmured, rubbing a hand lazily over his chest and abs. “This is really nice.”
    “It’s going to get more than nice in a minute if you don’t stop stroking me that way.” Mark’s deep voice was only half joking and Chloe felt a little shiver of sexual excitement along her spine.
    “More than nice is good.” Daringly, she ran her hand lower, stroking his thighs teasingly, not quite touching his shaft.
    “That’s the way you want it, huh?” Mark rolled on his side and began caressing her back and shoulders with large, warm hands.
    “Mmm, that’s exactly the way I want it.” She reached down to stroke his shaft, surprised all over again at her own bravery, but Mark didn’t seem to mind. His cock throbbed in her hand, giving her a new idea. She thought of the way he had tasted her, slowly and relentlessly pushing her to the brink with his lips and tongue. Suddenly, she wanted to do the same to him.
    “Lie back for a minute.” She pushed against his broad chest, urging him to lie flat on the bed.
    “Why?” he asked, even as he complied.
    “You’ll see.” Chloe rose to her knees and knelt over his sculpted torso. She shook out her hair and let it trail in a silky mass down his abdomen to the hardened club of his sex. Mark groaned aloud as she caressed his pulsing shaft with her hair, teasing him by winding the long, silky tendrils around his cock and balls.
    “God—that’s amazing. Where did you learn that?”
    “I made it up,” she said, feeling sexy and naughty at the same time.
    He reached for her but she took his hands and put them firmly on his chest.
    “Uh-uh, I’m in charge this time.” She couldn’t believe she was saying it, but for the first time she thought she might understand how Zoe could do something like this for a living. It was kind of fun being in charge. Besides, she wanted to pleasure Mark the way he had pleasured her.
    She unwrapped her hair from him and leaned closer to grasp his cock at the base of the shaft. Teasingly, she blew a cool stream of air over the broad, mushroom-shaped head.
    Marked groaned again. “You’re killing me,