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Mac said, flushing darkly. “Perhaps we’ll meet again.” Then he was gone.
    Once again Alexa was alone with her thoughts. If they were to reach their destination the next day surely they weren’t too far from London. They could be going to France or some remote section of England where no one would think to look for her. Raging at the unfairness of it all, Alexa readied herself for bed, stripping to herbrief chemise and climbing between the sheets.
    Glancing toward the porthole she noticed that it was another moonless, starless night and she shuddered when she thought of what had nearly happened the night before. As long as she was aboard
The Gray Ghost
she was physically threatened not just by one man, but by two. Breathing deeply and trying to forget her predicament, Alexa finally fell asleep.
    The door slid open noiselessly but the sound of the key turning in the lock startled Alexa into wakefulness. “Who’s there?” she called out, her voice trembling. “Go away, Adam!” For some unexplained reason she was certain her intruder was Adam. A raspy chuckle soon disabused her of that notion.
    “Fox, my God, what are you doing here?”
    “You fooled me, milady,” he whispered hoarsely. “You told me it was Lord Penwell you preferred when all the time it was me you wanted.”
    “No! No! I didn’t mean it! I want neither of you!” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “How do you know what I said? Were you listening at the door?”
    “I know everything that takes place on this ship.” The huskiness of his voice mesmerized her. “I have my ways of finding out. I’m here to grant you your wish.”
    Before she could protest the mattress sagged beneath his weight. Immediately her hands flew to his face and she wasn’t a bit surprised to find that the inevitable mask was missing. Her fingertips found his mouth which was spread in a wide grin. When they slid down his torso she was shocked to discover he was bare to the waist.
    She opened her mouth to protest but his lips robbed her of reason and thought. His tongue surged between her lips, exploring the velvet recesses of her mouth in a way that sent her pulses racing and filled her with a strange excitement in the pit of her belly. Her skin registered the slight roughness of his fingertips as theytraced the delicate knobs of her spine through her shift. Her breasts surged against his chest begging to be freed to the feel of his hands. Eagery he obliged her as he lifted her shift and drew it over her head.
    “Alexa,” Fox groaned huskily. “You set me afire.”
    His words seemed to bring her out of her trance and she realized she was about to lose her virginity to a pirate, a rogue and an enemy of England. She began to struggle, pushing against the solid wall of his chest, lightly furred with thick curly hair.
    Searing the soft skin of her neck with his lips, he slowly stroked it with his tongue. Roving downward he found a rosy nipple and sucked it into his mouth, nipping it gently with his teeth. Alexa knew the only reason she did not cry out was because she was holding her breath, helpless to halt the yearnings that washed over her. When he slipped his fingers between her thighs, a shiver of protest gripped her, but his rhythmic stroking soon quieted her as she spiraled higher and higher, searching for something … something …
    Suddenly his weight left her as he struggled to cast off his trousers. Then he was back and she felt something hard and hot probe at the softness between her thighs. It managed to wedge itself a little ways inside, and she squirmed uncomfortably, trying to escape it. It prodded at her again, harder this time, and she arched to escape it, thereby aiding Fox as he broke through her maidenhead. Pressing his advantage he slid into her so far she was certain she would die of the sweet pain.
    A cry rose in her throat but was lost in the depths of Fox’s mouth as his tongue darted inside like a rapier to pierce her resistance. He stilled his