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her neck while sinking his cock into the juicy tautness of her muff. Just thinking about it damn near made him come off.
    Clenching his fists, he blew out a breath. “What are your hard limits?”
    She cleared her throat. “That’s difficult to say until I know what you intend to do.”
    He took a minute, biting his lip as the stable fantasy replayed in his mind. “May I spank you?”
    “No.”
    Damn. “May I tie your hands?”
    “Yes, as long as the restraints aren’t too tight.”
    Good. Bondage was non-negotiable. “What about suspension?”
    “I’m not sure what that is, but I’m open to anything that isn’t painful.”
    He looked at her, a single eyebrow raised. “May I insert things into your orifices?”
    Her face colored. “What kind of things?”
    “Plugs, dildos, fingers, and my cock, of course.”
    She swallowed and fingered the indenture at the base of her throat. “Which orifices?”
    “Are any off limits?”
    “I’m not crazy about anal sex, but I’m willing to let you go there if you wear a condom and promise to stop if I don’t like it.”
    “You have my pledge.”
    Her gaze trained on his. “Is this a one-way street or do I get to stick things in your ass, too?”
    He laughed, equally surprised and delighted by her boldness. God, she was lovely. Those liquid eyes of hers, so much like his Clara’s, could easily lay waste to his soul. “When it’s your turn to call the shots, you can do whatever pleases you, as long as you stay in character and don’t get too intimate.”
    She continued fingering the notch at the base of her neck, which was driving him wild with desire. “Define too intimate.”
    “Kissing on the mouth.”
    Her lips pinched and pursed. “I can’t kiss you?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “I just told you. It’s too personal.”
    Her gaze remained on his face—probably for the best. He was so hard for her his cock hurt, a condition his breeches failed to conceal.
    “How about oral sex? Is that allowed?”
    Lust coiled inside him like an angry rattle snake. “Allowed and encouraged.”
    “Will you do it to me?”
    “Just say the word.”
    He flicked his tongue teasingly against his upper lip. A blush tinted her cheeks, charming him further. She was inexperienced, but had curiosity and courage, two qualities he prized in a sex partner.
    “Do you ever have normal sex?” she asked.
    “Define normal.”
    “No whips, chains, or pseudonyms.”
    “No.”
    She arched an eyebrow. “Because it’s too intimate?”
    “Exactly.”
    Sweeping off the chair in a rustle of petticoats, she came to stand before him.
    He stiffened, afraid of what she might do. Or, rather, what he might. Every cell burned with the desire to take her into his arms and kiss that sweet, cherubic mouth of hers. Battling the urge, he turned back to Clara’s portrait.
    She set a hand on his shoulder, rattling the lock on his heart. God, how he longed to know the joy of love again, but, thanks to that bitch’s curse, that could never be. Wishing and hoping only made it harder to accept his miserable lot.
    “You shouldn’t touch me,” he said tartly. “Unless we’re in character.”
    “Fine.” She slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his back, all but undoing him. “I’m Miss Brown, and you’re the sadistic laird.”
    He clenched his jaw and fisted his hands. God help him. There was still dessert to get through before he could gird himself against her charms. How would he ever hold out that long?
    Wait a minute. Maybe, he didn’t have to. A quick cast change might allow him to have his cake and eat it, too.
    “I have another idea,” he announced. “You’re still Miss Brown, but I’m now the footman you’ve been leading on with your wanton ways. And you’ve just come in while I’m clearing the table, hoping to catch me alone, which you’ve done. The butler is due back any moment, so the risk of discovery is great. We must, therefore, be quick about