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Nothing.

Then it clicked. He always refused to answer if she didn’t call him by his given name.

“Trevor?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought you wanted the connecting door open to watch over me. What changed?”

“Two things.”

She waited for him to continue, and his mental sigh was so forceful it was felt.

“I don’t think Stockton is a threat to you,”he finally said through their connection.

“And the other reason?”

“If I hear you rustling around under those sheets, I’m likely to take you up on your offer, Dalli. Then, we have a whole other problem on our hands.”

She desperately wanted to ask what the problem was, but managed to refrain. Barely.

CHAPTER9

Soleil dreamed of Trevor.

Dressed to the nines in Regency garb, he presented her with a mini blood-red rosebush. His eyes were liquid pools of molten steel as they traveled the length of her body. Glancing down, she gasped.

She was dressed in nothing but a tightly cinched white corset that went from just above her hips to her breasts, and stockings tied up by frilly pink garters. Matching pink bows were placed over the nipple area. Four-inch white fuck-me heels completed the outfit, and her overall look was sexy virginal vixen. Soleil frowned down at her body but didn’t have long to think about the fact her outfit was more modern-boudoir couture than Regency underwear.

In a move that stole her breath away, Trevor knelt in front of her and grinned his appreciation at seeing her bits up close and personal. His hands traveled the length of her stockinged calves, beyond her knee, pausing only when they hit the skin of her upper thigh. He groaned and pressed his forehead against her corset-clad belly as his fingers skimmed her exposed promised land, coming back wet.

With nothing left to do but enjoy her wicked fantasy, she gripped Trevor’s thick sandy-brown hair and dragged his head back, meeting his hungry gaze.

“No, milord. We’ll be found out. My reputation will be in ruins,” she protested in a temptress’s husky voice not her own.

To her eternal delight, he growled and clutched her ass cheeks, dragging her closer until his mouth was an inch away.“Fuck your reputation!”

His tongue swept her folds, teasing, tasting, and she pressed her pelvis into him, urging him on with hands, hips, and fevered pleas. Trevor feasted as if he were a starving man. As pleasure curled through her, a moan was ripped from her throat.

“Yes,” she cried between panting breaths. “Yes!”

She shattered into a million pieces, and shudders wracked her body as her eyes rolled so far back, she would’ve sworn she saw behind her. When she returned to herself, she was lying on a four-poster bed, with its velvet curtains enclosing them in an intimate cocoon. Her legs were splayed wide, and between them, Trevor was kneeling, resting on his heels as he admired the view.

With purposeful movements, he disrobed and ripped at the flap of his smalls. An instant later, his member was free and cradled in his large palm. As she watched, he thumbed the pre-cum on the tip and smoothed it down the shaft. Using his other hand, he reached for her, plunging his middle finger inside her. With agonizing slowness, he eased it in and out with the same rhythmic stroke he used to pleasure himself.

Soleil had never seen anything so fucking hot in her life.

“Free your breasts,” he rasped.

Hurrying to do his bidding, she snapped her fingers to loosen her corset ties, then shoved it down to expose herself to his burning gaze.

“Touch them,” he ordered.

She did.

“Cup them and offer yourself to me.”

Again, she complied with his demand. Arching her back, she shoved her chest forward.

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