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watched him with a satisfied smile as her slender fingers rubbed his come over her breasts. His sluggish mind struggled to catch up with what just happened and it took a few minutes before he realized she’d turned the tables on him.
    This time the master had received a dose of his own medicine.

Chapter Four
    Seated on the balcony, Jane basked in the warmth of the late morning sun. As much as she loved living in Denver, there was a certain quality to the air here that seemed to sink the heat through her skin and settle deep in her bones. She was feeling so lazy she was thinking about taking a nap after brunch even though she’d been awake less than an hour.
    “More beignets, miss?”
    The butler placed a small dish containing three more of the decadent fried dough squares buried beneath a mound of powdered sugar next to her coffee cup, and she eyed them with great longing. The first serving had disappeared into her mouth as if she’d inhaled them, and if she weren’t careful these would share the same fate. She couldn’t afford the calories as her plus-sized body had a tendency to horde anything sweet and attach it straight to her ass.
    Besides, what women could feel good about visiting the Marché d'Esclave after sucking down three thousand calories before noon?
    “I probably shouldn’t—” she began.
    “In that case, do you mind?” With a wicked twinkle in his eyes, Santos reached for her plate and she slapped his hand away.
    “It’s so not fair that you two can graze all day long and not gain an ounce,” she groused. Picking up a beignet, Jane gave it a gentle shake to remove some of the excess sugar so she wouldn’t end up wearing it. Biting into the sinfully delicious pastry, she wanted to swoon when the sweetness spread yummy happiness through her mouth.
    Sinful. Positively, sinful.
    “If only you could see the expression on your face,” Antonio teased. “Gastric orgasm.”
    Swallowing, she licked the sugar from her lips. “I’ll take them wherever and however I can get them.”
    Both men laughed, and she took another bite. Waking up in a warm pile of bodies, she’d been hoping for a little nooky before rising from their bed but they’d denied her the pleasure. Since they were going to the club this evening they’d called for a moratorium on sex, for her at least.
    They’d even forbidden her to touch herself.
    Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, they’d ordered her to give them blowjobs. Didn’t the Geneva Convention mandate what constituted cruel and unusual punishment between warring countries? She was wet, achy and in need of an orgasm tout de suite , didn’t that qualify? The only thing crueler would’ve been to give her a vibrator after removing all the working parts.
    “What do you think, Antonio? Our belleza looks upset this morning,” Santos observed. Amusement flickered in his dark eyes.
    Her gaze slid from one lover to the other then back again. “I’m not upset—”
    “Frustrated, then?” Antonio swiped a beignet from her plate.
    “You’re pushing your luck.” Jane glared at him then pulled the plate out of his reach. It was bad enough they were denying her sex but she drew the line at sacrificing her pastries.
    After all, a girl had to have her standards.
    Picking up the remaining fried dough square, Jane exhaled allowing her breath to dislodge the loose sugar before taking a large bite. When snacking on the donut New Orleans made famous, Jane learned quickly that little breathing technique kept her from looking like a tourist. It was easy to pick out the locals from the visitors because the residents were the ones who didn’t resemble a snow-beast when they were done eating.
    “It hasn’t been twelve hours since I lasted bedded her,” Santos was saying. “Surely she can curb her lust for a while longer.”
    “Restraint is an important component of being a submissive.” Antonio’s face was serious but the dark glitter in his eyes belayed his words. “Her