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And there it was. He pivoted back to face the stunning pair.

“And youdidn’tpull her skirts up and take her by the window?”

Chloé gasped and her eyes widened, and Zayne’s dick throbbed at the little story Ethan was concocting.

“Well?” Ethan reached for the skirts of her gown and slowly drew them up her leg. “Did you?”

Zayne stepped forward. “That’s enough, Lord Ethan.”

“I don’t think so,” Ethan growled. “She is betrothed to me, andyouI won in a hand of poker. If my memory serves correct.”

“You won my services—”

“Same thing. That makes the both of you mine to do with as I please.”

Oh fuck yes.That wassohot. But Zayne wasn’t about to get distracted. “You cheated on that hand.”

“I won that hand fair and square, and since you were playing with money you didn’t have, I’d say my demand for compensation was more than reasonable."

“So now I am to just do as you say?”

“Yes.” Ethan’s tone brooked no argument. “So go and sit down.”

Zayne ground his teeth together as he walked over to the sofa and took a seat.

Chloé’s eyes were glued to his as she stood still as a statue in Ethan’s grip. But the arousal swirling in them told Zayne she was getting off to Ethan’s performance just as much as he was.

“Now, Duchess.” Ethan nipped at her jaw, and she trembled in his arms. “Since you can’t seem to keep away from Lord Zayne, tonight I brought him to you.”

Ethan slipped his hand under her skirt, and from the soft whimper that left her lips, his fingers had found their way between her thighs.

“You can deny it all you want. But he makes you wet, and tonight I’m going to see how.” Ethan removed his hand and gently shoved her forward a step. “Go to him.”

Chloé swallowed, her eyes locked on Zayne as he spread his legs in invitation.

She took in a deep breath and moved across the room until she was standing in front of him, and when he sat up on the edge of the couch and reached for her hips, Ethan said, “Turn around.”

Fuuuck.

Ethan was going to control this whole thing, and something about his claiming the master role, even in a historical role play, was the ultimate turn-on.

Chloé licked her lips, and Zayne nodded. As she turned around, his breath caught at the intricate laces crisscrossing up her beautiful back.

Jesus, the female attire back in the day was like a chastity device all on its own. Hell, by the time he got all of Chloé’s clothes off, his poor cock might just give up.

Then again, anticipation was the biggest tease of all.

“Remember, this isn’t for you,” Ethan said as he took off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the clubman chair that sat opposite them. “It’s for me. Now, since you’re so adept at it, lift her skirts, Lord Zayne.”

Zayne shifted on the seat, trying to find the best position for his aching erection, because God knew the front flap of these breeches was being tested.

He reached for the hem of Chloé’s skirts. They were silky and thick, and as he drew them, and the soft linen shift beneath, up her smooth legs, his heart began to pound as hard as his cock.

As he passed her knees and got halfway up her thighs, Ethan held up a hand.

“Stop.”

Zayne immediately froze.

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