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so…so…intense about him. The complete attention on her, to the point of utterly ignoring Jesse, was at once hot and rude. Her hormones made her want to fall to her knees right now and beg him to take her, but her pride managed to overrule her body.
    At least for the moment.
    Giving the sadist a pointed look, she stepped around him and walked over to Jesse, glad she had her old swaying stride back. Well, she had a little—a lot—more junk to sway now than she used to, but she knew how to work a set of heels. Besides, if the sight of her clothed didn’t interest him, she highly doubted the sight of her naked would.
    She really, really wanted him to be interested in her.
    If his barely audible growl was any indication, he liked what he saw. Or he was going to bite her. One of the two.
    She gave Jesse a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for bringing him here, Jesse.”
    Jesse glanced over her shoulder and nodded before looking at her. “Time for me to go.”
    Confused, she took a small step away from Jesse. She wouldn’t look at that devilish man behind her, but she could almost feel his body, his energy reaching out to her. Heat crept up and down her back, like a whisper of fingers brushing her skin. Afraid of what she’d do when she was alone with the handsome Master, which probably included a hell of a blowjob, she gave Jesse a pleading glance. “But you just got here.”
    “Darlin’, it isn’t me you’re here to see tonight.”
    “Oh, okay.” Feeling very vulnerable, she swallowed hard and nodded. “I… Thank you, Jesse. No matter what, I appreciate you doing this for me.”
    Giving her a grin, he ruffled her hair like a bratty older brother. “No problem, kid.”
    With that, Jesse left, shutting the door behind them. Fake crickets continued to chirp, and she pretty much looked everywhere but at the other man. Not that it mattered; she could feel him getting closer. It was crazy, but his energy almost seemed to push at her.
    “Kira, turn around.”
    “I believe you have me at a disadvantage, Sir. I don’t recall your name.”
    Well, she knew who he was, but she needed to say something to even the playing field between them. The command in his voice ordered instant compliance, and oh how she wanted to comply. But she needed to keep her head on straight, her feet firmly on the ground, and her mind in the game.
    The smell of his cologne enveloped her a moment before he moved her hair off the side of her neck. The move was so sudden, so controlled that she didn’t have time to tense up. The tip of his finger stroked along her jaw and over to her neck. He continued to slowly caress the column of her throat, lingering touches that somehow mesmerized her. He pulled her tighter against him, and she leaned her head onto his shoulder, enjoying his touch. The fact he didn’t grope, didn’t rush, and didn’t hump her ass allowed her to breath.
    His lips brushed her ear, the soft ruff of his goatee tickling her neck. “I forgot to introduce myself, which is very poor manners. My name is Lord Bryan.”
    She giggled, unable to help herself. “I have to ask. Are you a like for real lord, or is that some BDSM thing?”
    The deep vibration of his laughter rumbled through his chest, a dark, almost evil sound.
    Fuck, that was hot. Just standing here with him felt so good it should be a sin.
    He trailed his hand over her collarbone, then down to the first rise of her breasts peeking out of her flowing green dress. It had an empire waist and showcased her breasts while hiding the bump of her belly.
    “Yes, for real. Through no fault of my own I inherited a title along with all the drudgery that comes with it.”
    “Better than inheriting a big ass.”
    She winced at her admission, and he laughed again. “You have a very pretty arse. Nice and thick but soft. The kind of bum I want to grab with both hands while fucking you.”
    Desire pooled in her belly, and she instinctively tensed. When nothing but