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hand up Jillian’s bare leg. “I already have everything I want or need right here.”
    With a disappointed pout, the woman moved on, quickly catching the eye of two men across the room who were more than willing to accommodate her. Nicola sat between the two sailors and started making out with one of them, while the other guy moved in close and began kissing her neck as his hand disappeared beneath her skirt.
    Jillian had no idea if Nicola was a part of Black Heart’s scenario, or if the other woman was possibly re-enacting a fantasy of her own. Either way, it was all consensual, all extremely erotic, and it set the tone for a very risqué evening.
    Other salacious activities were starting to take place again, and Jillian realized that they had the best view in the place to watch all the debauchery unfolding in front of them, to be a voyeur to all the kinky display of sexual indulgences. Her blood rushed warm and languid through her veins, and she shifted restlessly, rubbing her legs together and finding that she was already wet and aroused.
    “Sit on my lap, slave,” Black Heart said, his gruff voice reflecting shades of his own lust at the various scenes going on around them.
    She stood up, then started to sit sideways across his thighs, but he quickly redirected her. He grabbed her hips and settled her on his lap so that her back was pressed against his.
    “I want you to face forward,” he said, pulling on her skirt and arranging the material out of the way so that her bare bottom slid against the fabric of his breeches and the firm, solid press of his erection rubbed against her ass. “I want to make sure you see everything.”
    Oh, she could see everything, and everyone . . . and she realized that anyone glancing their way could see her, too. Her heart raced a bit faster at the thought. There was only a candle on the table beside them, but it was enough to cast a soft, hazy illumination, and she was grateful for the dim lighting that would at least provide a small measure of privacy.
    “Look at Nicola and those two men,” her pirate rogue whispered, his breath hot on her neck as he let go of her leash for a moment so that he could untie the strips of leather holding the front of her vest closed.
    Jillian redirected her gaze back to the trio, her belly clenching at the sight of how Nicola’s position now reflected hers . . . the other woman was sitting on one of the sailor’s thighs, facing forward, while the man sitting next to them was loosening her blouse. Once the ribbons on Nicola’s corset fell away, the man behind her lifted her bare breasts in his palms, offering a nipple to his partner, who eagerly took the hard nub in his mouth and sucked.
    Nicola cried out, and Jillian shuddered, shocked to realize that while she’d been staring in a haze of desire at the trio, her own rogue had opened her top, slipped his hands inside, and had her breasts cupped in his hands. Startled, she covered his hands with her own, not sure she wanted herself on display.
    “Let go,” he murmured huskily, coaxing her to obey his command. “You have gorgeous breasts and I want to be able to see them, and touch them, and let every other man envy what is mine.”
    She was torn between saying no, and giving him what he wanted. It wasn’t as though her breasts were young, small, and perky, like Nicola’s. No, they were a woman’s breasts—full and heavy, overflowing even in her pirate’s large hands.
    She closed her eyes, skewing up her courage to be so bold and brazen, which was more difficult than she’d imagined. Yet the more self-assured woman she’d become over the months pushed through, giving her the fortitude she needed to be so fearless. Everyone in this place was a stranger, and knowing she’d never see any of them ever again allowed her to shed those inhibitions in ways she never had before in a public setting.
    Exhaling a breath, she let her hands fall away to her sides and opened her eyes once again,