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advantage.
    “Damnation, then.” It was amazing how comfortable she felt with him, despite his
    outspoken desire to seduce her. She picked up another cravat and this time managed to
    fold it to her own satisfaction.
    He sauntered across to her, his critical gaze on her latest effort.
    “Well done, that is almost passable. Now you need to tuck your shirt into your
    breeches, but before you do that, let me add something else.”
    Antonia’s breathing hitched as he approached. He placed his hands on her
    shoulders and turned her toward the mirror. His hand traveled down over her stomach
    and slid inside her unfastened breeches. He cupped her mound, his fingers warm and
    solid against the softness of her linen.
    “I believe we had this discussion once before. Despite the fact that you have men’s
    small clothes on, you do not have the required shape here to pass muster.”
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    Antonia made herself breathe out, wondered if he could feel the gathering
    dampness between her legs. “Are you suggesting that men look at each other’s…” She
    flapped a hand in the general direction of her groin.
    “Of course they do. There is an instinctive urge to compare oneself with another
    male.” He grasped her wrist and drew it behind her. “Measure me, feel how I fit against
    your hand.”
    He curved her palm under the compact, heavy weight of his balls. She shut her eyes
    as he redirected her to press against the solid column of his shaft. He shuddered slightly
    as if her touch pleased him. Growing bolder now, she moved her hand, gauged the
    width and length of his erection, felt it grow and stiffen beneath her questing fingers. A
    pulse began to throb between her legs, directly beneath his fingers.
    “Surely, most men do not walk around in a state of arousal?”
    He chuckled, the sound low, enticing her to entertain wicked thoughts. “Most men,
    no, thank God. That would be painful. Luckily, the cock we fashion for you will not be
    so easy to arouse.”
    Keeping her hand pressed firmly between their two bodies, he eased her breeches
    down to her knees. “A carefully folded stocking sewn into your small clothes should do
    the trick. Don’t scream.”
    His fingers slid under the cloth and touched the soft curls of her mound, making
    her jump. He molded a thick stocking against her flesh, brushing the swell of her sex
    with every small adjustment. With each sensual tug, she found herself gripping his cock
    more tightly, inhaling the scent of her own arousal through her open breeches.
    He flattened his hand over the stocking and pressed it against her before he slowly
    withdrew his fingers. She watched in the mirror as he did up the buttons on her
    breeches. To her surprise, they did fit better.
    She flexed her hips, felt the rough caress of the wool. Gideon wrapped his arm low
    around her hips holding her close and crushed her fingers against his huge erection.
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    “When you get home, sew the stocking in place outside your small clothes. It will
    feel more comfortable without the wool being in close contact with your skin. You
    might prefer to use a silk stocking if you wish to be considered less well-endowed.”
    “It is fine.” She licked her lips, saw him watch her, felt bold enough to do it again.
    “It feels as if someone is caressing me.”
    He cupped her mound, molding the stocking closer. She tilted her hips and hoped
    he’d ease the ache he had created. “Aye, like the rub of a man’s finger over your clit or
    the underside of his shaft on your sex before he enters you. I like that. I like to imagine
    you becoming aroused, your pussy getting ready to welcome me.”
    His teeth settled on the curve of her earlobe and he bit down. She shuddered as his
    cock continued to rub against her fingers. Some of his words sounded crude and
    unfamiliar but even in the short time she had spent with him her body had begun to
    understand what he meant.
    She struggled to remember what she was