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between lush pink lips. Lord, her mouth was hot fire, snug and loving around his shaft. Her tongue cradled his cock and dragged a growl from his throat.
    “No, lass.” Devlin reached for Lucy’s bobbing head. Like any man, he loved to fuck a woman’s face and loved a woman who let him thrust hard, but right now, despite his raging erection, he was not in the mood for physical oblivion.
    Hell, he wasn’t even masturbating to take the edge off. He was beginning to enjoy the pain.
    Bess began twining black ropes around her large, bouncing breasts and he gritted his teeth. He shot up in the bed. “Not now, ladies. Go find one of the others.”
    “They’re all exhausted,” Bess muttered.
    Wrapping his sheet around his hips as he swung around, Devlin got to his feet. “Even Nick? He’s never sated.”
    “He was jug shot last night and now he thinks he’ll die if he even opens his eyes to the sunlight,” Bess complained as she roughly rubbed the rope against her hard nipples. “Now, look at yer prick, Dev. Hard as a tree limb and weeping like a waterfall. Ye need to have a good, hard ride, Captain, and I’d be happy to ride ye until ye burst.”
    From where he stood, with the sheet jutting out over his rigid cock like a white flag, Devlin could see over the fields leading to his manor house. A lone horseman drove a black gelding hard. The rider’s coat flew out behind him like wings.
    Horatio. And the way he flowed with the galloping horse over a hedge told Devlin one thing.
    Grace was on her way.
    Slender arms slid around his naked chest from behind. Lucy’s flowery perfume rose to his nose. “What is it, Dev? Why could we not just ’ave some fun, like we’ve always done?”
    “Not today, love. I’ve a jape to do.”
    “In daylight?”
    “Ye’ll get caught, ye stupid bugger!” Bess flopped back onto his tousled bed. Wearing a bold smile, she stroked the frayed end of the rope over her glistening quim.
    She was tempting and she knew it.
    Lucy darted around to his front, with her arms clasped around him. Her breasts brushed along his side, the hard nipples tracing a line that made the hairs on his nape stand on end and his cock jerk. She faced him and looked him in the eye. Hell, she was a pet. A sweet thing, with unruly red hair, an endearing spray of freckles, and blue eyes that blinked beneath thick gold lashes. Normally those eyes were saucy, and Lucy was on the lookout for her next erotic adventure.
    Devlin took a step back, almost stumbling over the sheet.
    Lucy looked scared. For him? The fear in her expressive eyes wasn’t the kind of fear that meant she was worried she’d lose the roof over her head if he were clapped in Newgate.
    She was afraid to lose him.
    “Not to worry, ladies,” he reassured. “Now I’ve got to get dressed.”
    “Let me help.” Lucy gave his nipples a naughty tweak.
    The bed creaked. He glanced to the side, intending to suggest to Bess, who kneeled on his bed, that she take Lucy off to find one of the other men. There were six, for Hades’ sake. Surely one was able to service a pair of lusty women.
    But Bess had her arms folded across her chest and eyed him like a governess who’d just caught him with his trousers down in the act of ruining his eyesight. “’As this got somethin’ to do wi’ ’er?”
    Christ Jesus, who was in charge here? “I’ve got a coach to rob, ladies, and I need to pull on my trousers and concentrate. So, both of you, hurry your luscious arses out the door.”
    Bess stomped out the door, trailing her ropes. Lucy hesitated and turned back. “Dev, we’ve been together a long time now, ’aven’t we.”
    He put on a grin that had melted most women he’d met. “You aren’t planning to propose, are you, Lucy?”
    She gave a quick shake of her head but the wistful light in her eyes tore at his heart. “Course not, Dev. But I’m worried about ye. Ye’ve been acting right odd of late. It’s not really about some woman ye haven’t seen