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it and he lifted me to my feet, as easily as any Victorian gentleman at a dance. He tucked my hand into the crook of his arm and sauntered towards the door, which led to the boarders’ rooms. The other boarders murmured but didn’t say anything out loud. I was as surprised as they were by his behavior.
    I led him down the long hallway until we reached my room, careful to slow down at every change of ceiling height or flooring. The hallway was at least straight but it showed all the signs of having been built as casually as the rooms it opened to.  
    “Would you care to sit down?” I invited, as soon as I closed the door behind us. I was pink with embarrassment at seeing him here but I wanted to touch him. I wanted to do things with him that I’d heard whispers of but never tried. I was sure that he knew activities that would scandalize Miss Jessie.  
    “If you will join me, Miss Smith.”
    I nodded and perched on the edge of the bed. I was glad that he obviously hadn’t paid with a chicken, as most clients did. Those birds were messy and noisy, which would have ruined his elegant suit.  
    “Uh, the longest you can stay here is fifteen minutes,” I started with the last part of the standard speech. And stopped on that note when his eyebrows went up. It was the first time I’d seen him surprised.
    “Fifteen minutes, my dear? Forgive me for asking this, but is fifteen minutes usually long enough for your satisfaction?”
    I stared at him. When had my preferences started to matter?
    Jimmy smiled at me, a very masculine look of knowledge and anticipation.
    “We will share an hour together, Anne. Then you can tell me how much time you prefer a gentleman to spend on your pleasure.”
    I blinked, considering how long it had taken on the few previous times when I’d really enjoyed matters. His arm slid around me and I leaned against him, quite happy that he’d moved to the bed and was taking charge. I did feel obliged to ask a question.
    “But Miss Jessie’s rules say...” My voice trailed off when he kissed my hair, then lifted a strand and smelled it. I stared at him in the mirror, shocked, delighted at the gentleness. My senses started to consider him as being even more intriguing than my mind’s estimation of his manners.
    “Relax, sweet Anne. I will deal with Miss Jessie.”
    I nodded a little, afraid to break the connection with his hand. He played with my hair, seeming to enjoy its curls and the weight against his hand. I closed my eyes when he kissed my hand. He trailed kisses over every inch, then turned it over and nipped the mound at the base of my thumb. I gasped and jumped as a surge shot straight from his teeth into my body’s center. I moaned when he licked the drop of blood and kissed away the small hurt.  
    Jimmy spent a very long time on my hands before his mouth found my wrists. I stroked his head as he nuzzled and nipped each pulse point into life. I unbuttoned my dress and slid a sleeve down my shoulder, wordlessly encouraging him to continue further up that arm.  
    I think Miss Jessie knocked on the door while my dress was down to my waist. I’m not sure though because I wasn’t thinking very clearly by then. I didn’t hear her knock again but I think the Angel Gabriel could have sounded his horn without my hearing.  
    I do know that the feel of his hands and mouth on my breasts excited me like nothing I had ever felt before. He didn’t grab at them the way so many men did. Instead he traced every vein from my shoulders and ribs out til it ended. He stayed away from my aureoles until I was frankly begging him to continue. Then he suckled me in long steady pulls, bringing as much of my breast as he could into his mouth’s hot, wet warmth. He encouraged the other breast with those slender fingers until I was talking language that I’d never thought to say.
    His hand found me deep below. I twisted against it and tried to encourage it. I needed more of it than the single finger that