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“I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be a highwayman or a rock star. Do highway men wear leather pants?”

“Maybe. I’ve never met one before, although I’ve had some definite fantasies about them…”

His cock tightened and his body tensed as she trailed off. “Then I’m most definitely a highwayman. A masked avenger in the night. I steal from the rich and give to the poor and make free with the ladies.”

“Isn’t that Robin Hood?”

“Who cares? As long as I get the ladies, or lady, I’m not particular about the details.”

“And who says you’re going to get the lady? I don’t recall you asking?”

“I’m a rogue scoundrel, I don’t ask.” And with that he scooped her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.

Cheers rang as he carried her up the curving staircase to the private rooms above. Her hips were over his shoulder and he could smell her feminine arousal. The musky scent shot through him with all the effect of a bullet, destroying his composure and shredding his control.

He’d wanted her for so long and now he had his chance.

Please, Cupid, don’t let me screw this up.

It took him three tries before he found an unlocked door and an unoccupied room but when he kicked open the door he knew he’d found the jackpot. Leather cuffs dangled from the headboard of the brass bed and various implements of delight littered the floor.

When he spied the whipping post in the corner near the balcony his brain almost caught fire. The image of Reannah’s rounded ass sticking up while she knelt with her hands tied to the post danced through his head, tempting him mercilessly.

A little snicker sounded over his shoulder and brought him out of his lustful dreams.

“Do you think this is funny, wench? You won’t be laughing when I have my way with you.”

“Oh no, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you say.” The effect of her plea was ruined by the laughter in her voice.

“You’re damn right you will.” He dropped her on the gold lamé bedspread and gasped as her breasts almost bounced out of her shirt.

“What do you want me to do Mr. Highwayman?”

“Take off your cape and let me look at you.”

She climbed off the bed and waited until he lay back on the pillows. Once he was settled she unfastened the ties at her throat and let the heavy material fall to the floor.

Without the shielding of the wrap he got the full impact of her outfit and was dumbstruck. The blouse left her shoulders bare and the corset cinched her waist impossibly tight. She looked demure yet tempting as sin. His mouth watered at the thought of what she hid under the long skirt.


 

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