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hair waxed off so as not to obstruct the view. His belt, shoes, and socks
immediately followed. To my frustration, he kept his pants on.
    Chad crawled to the foot of the bed and lifted my right
foot, which reminded me I still wore my high heels. The candlelight bathed us
both in a golden glow. It deepened the shadows and highlighted his features so
the muscles of his chest looked like they’d been chiseled there. He was the
most stunning man I’d ever seen.
    “Relax, my love.” He pulled my shoe free with a flourish
that reminded me of an unveiling.
    I had a flashback to what Charles had said about putting my
body on exhibit. Had anyone seen me through his office window this afternoon?
    “You spend too much time on your poor feet.” Chad reclaimed
my attention in an instant. “They must be sore.”
    They were certainly sensitive. I moaned and shifted my
weight the instant he dug his thumbs into my arch. Before I’d married him, I’d
never thought of my feet as an erogenous zone, but he could do things to my
sole that nearly had me coming. When he slipped one finger between my toes, I
swore I felt a phantom digit slide into my pussy. Then he braced my foot
against his bare shoulder and massaged his hands up my calf and thigh.
    “Such long legs.” His voice was even deeper now. “I want to
work out any twinges and make you nice and limber.”
    Thanks to my other two husbands, my thigh muscles were a bit
achy, but Chad banished the pain within minutes. About the time I melted into
the mattress, he moved to my other leg and started the whole process over
again.
    I was loose and relaxed, aroused and beyond desperate. The
need he inspired in me had me ready to scream. When he set my feet down and
slid both hands up the outsides of my thighs, I let out a tiny mewl of
anticipation.
    Instead of bringing his body all the way over me, he stopped
with his lips below my navel. His hungry gaze flicked up to meet mine as he
lowered his head and grabbed the waistband of my panties with his teeth. I was captivated
by the sight, unable to turn away when he slid back down my legs. His hands
stroked me from hips to ankles as he went, and his teeth never released my
underwear. Using nothing but his mouth, he pulled my panties all the way off my
toes.
    He waited a beat before he let them drop. “Are you already
wet for me?”
    Chad swept his hand back up to test my folds. He kept his
touch gentle, barely grazing my damp curls with his fingertips.
    I squirmed and watched a blush spread over my chest.
    “Now I’m the one who’s flattered. ‘But better still, our
couple’s chief delight, / Was mutual love and pleasure to excite.’”
    My mind wasn’t working well enough to ask whom he was
quoting, but the question must have flashed across my face.
    “‘The Magic Cup’ by Jean de La Fontaine. A Frenchman. Tu me fascines, Fila . You’ll never know
the passion you excite in me. I want to drink from your magic cup now.”
    I had only a split second to grasp the innuendo before he
threw my legs over his shoulders. He spread my labia with his thumbs and dived
forward to press that wonderful mouth of his to the part of me that needed him
most. My back bowed off the satin sheets.
    “Chad! Oh God.” I grasped the back of his head.
    His onyx curls wrapped around my fingers and tickled my
thighs as he licked the juices from my opening. Then he puckered his lips over
my clit and sucked on it like it was the sweetest treat in the world. My belly
clutched, and waves of pleasure tumbled through my womb.
    “Please. More.” I was reduced to one-word begging.
    I pushed his head closer and ground my hips against his
marauding mouth. He redoubled his efforts, alternating between my clit and the
weeping opening of my vagina. Speed and pressure increased until I whined with
every heavy breath. He used his superior strength to pin my hips so I couldn’t
buck him off target.
    A warning tremor ran up the walls of my channel—a precursor
to