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he did.
    "Give me your earpiece," he said to Maurice, confirming her suspicion that more than a flunky was on the other end. She was disappointed that Eric wouldn't choose on his own, but intrigued that the mysterious Mr. Grantham was probably listening in.
    Sadly, Charity couldn't hear a word he said. The only evidence that he was speaking was Eric's serious face and nods.
    At last, he handed the headset back to Maurice. "Here's the deal," he said. "You"—he pointed to Maurice—"may climax at my discretion. You"—he pointed to Charity—"may not. And both of you must agree in advance to pay the penalty B.G. and I set."
    "Penalty?" Charity said, disinclined to give him carte blanche.
    "Nothing that will harm or frighten you," Eric assured her. "But I won't tell you now what this will cost you later."
    Charity rubbed the groove beneath her lower lip. "If I agree, I want you there. I want you close enough to see and hear every stroke. And"—she continued before he could speak—"I don't want you consulting your boss for permission."
    Eric grinned like a cat. "Permission isn't necessary. He's already insisted on my presence to facilitate."
    Her excitement surged at the heat in his eyes. The energy between her and Eric had the air humming.
    Almost forgotten, Maurice mumbled a curse. "You two are gonna kill me. I think I'd rather watch you do it than get off myself."
    "That offer isn't on the table," Eric said, still not looking away from her. "At least not today. So Charity, do you agree to pay our price?"
    Charity's skin tingled violently. "I do," she tried to say, but all that came out was a whisper.
    "Good," he said. "Maurice, pull the car onto the shoulder and get out."
    Maurice performed this maneuver smoothly.
    "You get out, too," Eric said to Charity.
    Charity obeyed wide-eyed. She'd put her shoes back on, and her ankles wobbled on the mixture of gravel and grass. No doubt she'd expected getting her way would require more of a fight. She was lucky B.G. allowed room for spontaneity.
    To Eric's relief, the road was as quiet as if they'd parked in the wilderness. The rustle of pine needles was the only sound that added to their own. Since they'd stopped at the top of a hill, if any cars did come, they'd be able to spot their approach. Eric hadn't planned this, but it was just as well. B.G.
    wouldn't like it if his private games became a matter of public talk.
    B.G. left me in charge , he thought, the knowledge giving him a thrill. I say what happens now .
    "Start with his belt," he said, pointing to Maurice.
    Maurice was breathing heavily, his big wrestler's chest going up and down, his chauffeur's hat clenched in one hand. His erection pushed out the front of his pants, lines of strain radiating out from it all around.
    When Charity reached to pull the tongue of his belt from its buckle, his eyes closed in longing.
    "Watch her," Eric ordered the chauffeur. "I know you want to see her take it out."
    Maurice gasped as he obeyed.
    The sound of the belt clanking free was loud. Despite the bounty that swelled—barely covered—before her, Charity's eyes slipped to Eric's when she was done.
    "Zipper?" she asked helpfully.
    His nod had her easing it down, peeling the halves apart like the wrapping for a present. More of Maurice's boxers appeared, gray to match his uniform. They were loose enough that his erection didn't breach the placket. Length wasn't Maurice's most distinguishing attribute. Instead, his cock was as thick around as a beer bottle—and as hard to work into a tight space. Remembering made Eric a little too excited for comfort.
    Knowing he wasn't the only one in this state made the excitement worse. When Charity sank her teeth into her cushiony lower lip, his arousal went straight from urgent to pained. He struggled to pull himself together as she paused for instructions.
    "Reach into his pants," he rasped, unable to sound unmoved. "Bring him out in the air."
    "Wouldn't you like to do it?"
    A shiver crawled down