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strippin’ him bare-naked?” Daisy asked.
    Letty’s lips curved downward. “Spoilsport. Only ever saw one man nekkid. Just wanted to peek.”
    “Don’t you think Amos would mind you ogling another man’s privates?”
    “It’s just natural,” Letty said, her eyes never straying from his sex. “What God gave him.”
    “You are not communing with nature. You’re ogling a defenshless man.”
    Letty’s hand hovered over him, and Honey’s eyes widened.
    “Letty!” Daisy’s eyes bugged.
    “It’s all curled up like a giant clam. I just wanted to see how big—”
    “Honey can tell us later.”
    When the boots and trousers dropped to the floor, both church ladies gave him one last head-to-foot glance. “Just want to make sure he’s not too badly bruised,” Daisy murmured.
    “I think you’ve done enough, ladies,” Honey said, gritting her teeth. She loved them both, but they’d landed her in a pile of manure without a shovel to dig her way out.
    “Wait.” Letty dug into the pockets at the sides of her wide skirts. She pulled out two short pieces of rope and quickly tied his hands to the bed posts. When she was done, she shook her head. “Gives a woman ideas.”
    Daisy gave Honey a quick hug. “Follow your heart,” she whispered and then tugged on Letty’s sleeve.
    Letty gave her a bone-crunching hug. “And if your heart’s not in it—remember there’s always revenge.”
    The ladies piled onto horses and wagons and waved happily at Honey as they headed back down the road.
    Honey took a deep breath and turned around to face the man who’d haunted her dreams since she’d arrived.
    What to do with him now? Should she try to revive him, beg him for mercy and hope he didn’t arrest her on the spot? Or should she just let him sleep it off? She honestly didn’t know if her libido could take the torment. She’d never been presented such a ripe temptation in her entire life.
    Gazing longingly at his loins, she quickly came to the conclusion she was a weak-willed woman and she’d burn in hell for all the lewd possibilities flashing through her dirty little mind.
    Well, first she had to look her fill or she’d get a headache trying not to. Not that she needed much convincing.
    His body was a beautiful thing. So large he sprawled over the length and width of the narrow mattress, his size alone made her belly ache with need. She stepped closer and marveled at how well God had arranged all his…parts.
    Everything in proportion.
    Nearly everything lightly furred with dark, curling hair that looked shiny and silky soft. She didn’t resist the urge to touch him and combed her fingers through the hair on his chest.
    Just as she’d thought, it was soft and curled around her fingertips like it was trying to trap her hand against his skin.
    Her fingertips grazed a small, flat nipple and she paused to circle it, amazed when a small nub rose at its center. Were his nipples as sensitive as hers? Just looking at his naked body had her nipples poking at the front of her blouse. She circled the pad of one finger on the tiny tip.
    Then his giant clam pulsed and began to unfurl, drawing her fascinated glance back to the part of him she really had no business exploring. Her sense of fair play was stretched to its limit—snapping like a rubber band. Naked and restrained, the man was truly at the mercy of her discretion.
    Still manipulating his little nipple, Honey held her breath and watched as his cock slowly straightened until it nearly reached his belly button. Her cheeks grew warm and her belly tightened. Familiar now with the signs of desire, she knew she should just throw a blanket over him. He’d made his feelings clear where she was concerned. While he might be aroused by her, her unconventional lifestyle put her beyond the pale in his eyes. He’d all but said he considered her a whore.
    But the temptation his naked form embodied was just too hard to ignore. That he was unconscious only seemed to sweeten the