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example, due to a silly childish prank during my youth, the tip of my cock is crooked.”

Kaila choked, spewing out the mouthful of punch she’d just taken. He’d spoken his

words in normal conversational tones, readily overheard by anyone. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed while she was ready to sink into the floor. “Shh! Are you crazy? Anyone could hear you.”

He shrugged. “You Americans are overly concerned and easily embarrassed when it

comes to sexual matters. We Europeans take a more casual attitude toward these things.”

With a sly smile, he took two steps away from her, raised his hands in the air and just shouted out, “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention? Thank you. I was telling Kaila, here, that due to a childhood incident, my cock veers to the left. Would any of you care to hear the tale?”

“Oh, I would!”

“Please, Pavel, do tell!”

“Yes, entertain us with the story, if you would.”

Kaila closed her eyes and counted to fifty. Ten wasn’t nearly enough numbers to cool

her temper. How dare he bring her to the attention of all these people? As soon as she got him to a private place, she was going to strangle him!

People from all over the room gathered about the imposing figure Pavel cut as he

waited for the curious crowd to settle down. Kaila found herself tucked into his side by a brawny arm, kept close even as she made furtive, abortive attempts to dislodge his arm.

“First, I must tell you a little about my native country. We of Drestovia are a proud people, a people of the land. You could say we have resisted entering the nineteenth century, let alone conforming to the twentieth.”

One of the female clients interrupted to ask, “Excuse me, Pavel. Isn’t Drestovia the

Principality of the Orloffberg family?”

A pleased smile widened Pavel’s lips as he nodded. “Indeed, it is. The Orloffbergs have held the throne of Drestovia in an unbroken line since the beginning of recorded history.

When Arthur was battling the Picts and trying to consolidate his hold on his tiny island, our 60 Camille Anthony

royal family had been ruling for over five hundred years. No other still existing principality or monarchy can claim the same.”

Rosemary, the client who’d let it be known on the flight over that she was accustomed to the best and wouldn’t settle for less, seemed thrilled. She slid up to Pavel’s other side, grabbed hold of his arm, and cooed, “I’ve recently read up on the noble lines of Drestovia.

Isn’t it true that you are a duke?”

Kaila stared at Rosemary, shaking her head. How stupid could this woman be? Only an

idiot would reveal the director’s family connections after being informed everyone was to go by first names, only, for reasons of privacy.

At her side, Pavel stiffened. Pointedly drawing away from the woman, he brushed her

hand off the sleeve of his jacket. Contrary to the heated anger she could feel pouring off him, his eyes, when he gazed down at the indiscreet client, had turned frosty green. “You are mistaken, madam. My family has no title.”

She gaped at him, visibly thrown off balance by his brusque answer. “But, surely that’s not correct. Why, I’m sure the article said --!”

Giving her his shoulder, Pavel issued the cut direct, ignoring her attempts at

continuing her line of questions. “Ladies and gentlemen, I fear I must issue a rain check on that story. I’ll gladly share it another day. For now, bear in mind you all have a big day planned tomorrow. Clients, your doctors’ appointments begin at eight o’clock in the

morning. They’ve requested you all be NPO -- fasting, that is -- from midnight on, so take advantage of all you can, now. The kitchen staff has orders to shut this room down by eleven forty-five p.m.”

Next, he turned his attention to the staff of hunky men. They all looked like the Chippendales that got away, but to Kaila, Pavel looked just as hot or hotter. Were these the men who would be fulfilling the women’s fantasies? Kaila glanced up under her lashes at Pavel. She had a few fantasies of her own, ones she’d like her personal counselor to bring to life… Yum!

“Trainers, I leave it to you to make sure your clients do not hoard food or take any away from here to secret it in their rooms. This is a new environment and many of them may require individual treatment. Get them settled for the night.”

“But you were going to tell us about your story…”

“Yes, we all wanted to hear it.”

“Oh, do please stay and entertain us.”

Pavel glanced back, flashing a smile, but continued to herd Kaila toward the door.

“Ladies, I give you my word we will get together another time. Until such time, I bid you good night.”

Lengthening her stride to keep up with him, Kaila looked up at Pavel, peering through the dark for a glimpse of his set face. “You lied.”

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He didn’t look at her as his hand slid from her waist, slid down her arm to catch her hand. He entwined their fingers. “I didn’t lie.”

“Yes, you did. Karel told me, ‘I too, have a title and lands.’ And Rickard called you Duke Pavel Janecek. That doesn’t sound like a non-existent title to me.”

Pausing in the middle of the walkway, Pavel swung about and took her shoulders in

both hands. “No matter that Rickard continues to ignore my wishes, the title is defunct and I have not lied.” He glared down at her, expressions of anger and lust chasing across his stern visage as he scanned her distrustful face. Visibly forcing the anger down, he tried to explain.

“Listen to me. Under Drestovian law, if the present bearer of a noble title repudiates that title it is considered defunct until that person has an heir. If the heir also repudiates the title, it reverts to the crown. I have repudiated my title.”

She reached up and covered his hands with hers where they rested on her shoulders.

Muscles twitching, she cringed under his tight grasp. “Lighten up, will you? You’re digging your claws in me and it hurts!”

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Sweet Cantaloupe

Pavel’s eyes snapped to her shoulders, fear twisting his gut. Oh, Mother Moon, had he forgotten himself to the point his claws had emerged?

No, he saw she had been using a turn of phrase, but his grip immediately loosened.

Crooning tuneless comfort, he massaged her sore shoulders. Voice low and tormented, he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Kaila. I’d never intentionally harm you. I forget how fragile you hu…uh…ladies are.”

She nodded and patted his hand. “That’s okay. You didn’t really hurt me. And hey, I’m sorry I called you a liar. If you don’t want the title, you shouldn’t let anyone make you accept it.”

“Even my wife?”

“Your wife…?” She jerked back, or tried to. He refused to loosen his hold on her. Her dark face paled. “You’re married?”

Her smell intensified, making his head reel. Giving in to temptation, he lowered his

head and took her lips, hungry for a taste of her mouth. Blessed moon, she tasted of honey and sweet cantaloupe…all the fresh flavors of summer wrapped in smooth dark chocolate.

Her slap shocked him.

“Why?”

Her teeth gleamed in a snarl worthy of any wulven bitch. “I don’t kiss married men.”

That his statement had bothered her told him all he needed to know. If he’d been a cat, he’d have purred. “And you still haven’t. I’m not married, sweetheart.”

Kaila glared at him. “You said…I forget exactly what you said, but you asked

something about your wife.”

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He chuckled. She had no idea she’d revealed the depths of her attraction. She was

acting jealous, and he adored her loss of control. “I asked if I should allow my future wife to decide if we reactivate the title.”

“Oh.” She relaxed in his arms and he quickly took advantage, drawing her closer.

“I’m not mated to anyone. I’m free.”

He nipped the end of her earlobe. “I’m available.”

He licked a path up her neck, letting his teeth score the vein throbbing below the soft dark surface. Taking one of her hands in his, he placed it over the bulge pushing out his zipper. “I’m hard as steel wanting you.”

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her senses as they calmed her nerves. Letting her head fall forward, she rested against his chest, the broad expanse rock hard and warm as his hands swept over her back and

shoulders. She rubbed her forehead back and forth, loving the firm feel of warm, silk-covered flesh beneath her cheek. “That feels lovely.”

One big hand cradled the back of her head, fingers digging into the thick mass of curls rioting over her head, applied pressure to her neck, and lifted her face to his.

Lips so close they brushed hers, he asked, “May I kiss you again?”

“I’ll die if you don’t.”

Their mouths melded. Lips pressed and opened, tongues met, teased, tasted, withdrew

to meet again. His mouth worked leisurely, gliding over hers, lips warm and soft, firm and wet. Tongue languidly probing her mouth, he took slow, hot possession, ran the tip over her teeth, and plumbed deep.

Kaila moaned, tightened her hands on his arms, holding on for dear life as the world

spun about her. His other hand came up, joined the first and cupped her face as he pulled her forward, increasing the angle and depths of his tongue thrusts.

He groaned and the low vibration rumbled against her chest, causing her womb to

pulse in need. Breasts aching for attention, she rubbed them over his chest, the friction scoring the tender tips of her nipples, swelling them into hard little knots.

He pulled back, panting. “Damn woman, you taste delicious and feel even better.”

Hands fisting in his close-cropped hair, she tugged his head back down to hers. “Talk less, kiss more!” She took control of the kiss, smothering his delighted laughter with her hungry mouth.

Grinding her hips, she pressed against the thick bar of his cock, the long, hard organ jutting sharply into her soft belly. His hands coasted down her back, fingers dug into her buttocks and squeezed, dragged her closer, tighter. He lifted her to her tiptoes, slid his leg 64 Camille Anthony

between her thighs, and angled her hips to rub his distended member in the notch of her crotch. He hit her clit and she moaned into his mouth, body shaking under the wave of heated arousal that washed through her mound.

Harsh breathing sounded at her ear as Pavel drew his mouth away to beg. “Oh, baby!

Kaila, let me fuck you tonight, while it’s just you and me -- no program or official positions between us, no taboo relationships -- just us. I want you so badly. I feel like I’ve wanted you forever.”

His tongue surged into her ear. He rimmed the outer edge, lightly flicking the fleshy swirls, using his teeth to nip at the lobe. Electric eels slithered down her spine, the sensation of his tongue in her aural orifice tickling and titillating her. “Ooh!” Her breath came out on a shaky sigh and she melted, arms going slack about him. “Ooh, Pavel!”

“I can make you feel better than this. I can make you scream, if you’ll let me. Will you, Kaila? Will you let me make you scream?”

She struggled to get the words out, so aroused she could hardly breathe. “Yes. Please, yes!”

His arms tightened around her, then loosened as he stepped back. “Not here.” He

grabbed her hand and towed her after him, his feet almost running toward his wing of the complex.

This is it! I’m really going to do it! I’m going to let this man fuck me. She laughed, letting him pull her along, her heart stuttering with excitement, pussy fluttering and clenching in empty need. Her next panicked thought was: Oh gods, don’t let me disappoint him!

Then she remembered how long she’d waited for this moment, how many years she’d

fantasized about making love to a man who wanted her just as she was. And don’t let him disappoint me!

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Apples, Cherries, and Bananas

Pavel opened the door to his suite of rooms and pulled Kaila over the threshold,

slamming the door behind her as if frightened she would change her mind. She smiled to herself. That was so endearing of him. She couldn’t understand why a major hunk would worry about her ditching him. This man could have anyone he wanted.

“Let me show you where your quarters are before I get carried away and forget

everything.”

“All right.”

“They are down this hallway.” He led the way through the impressive, starkly

decorated living room, down the hall and to the left. Picking through his keys, he inserted one into the lock and twisted the knob. Kaila caught her breath.

“Oh my gosh, Pavel, these rooms are gorgeous!” She drifted into the room, entranced

gaze darting left and right, eager to see everything the suite had to offer.

The sitting room walls were a dull nut brown, the curtains and table throw a

shimmering gold. The rug was chocolate brown, rich and thick beneath her feet. She sank almost to her ankles and gave a pleased sigh at the decadent feeling of luxurious softness.

“This feels heavenly!”

“Take your shoes off. Run your toes through the nap.”

Feeling childish, she did as he suggested. Slipping her sandals off her feet, she ran them through the dense fibers of the rug. Laughing, she flung out both hands, beckoning him to her side. “Take your shoes off, too. Come join me.”

With a warm chuckle, he did so, coming to her and taking her into his arms. His kiss, this time, was fierce and hard, demanding. This was no gentle petitioner in her arms, but a masterful lover, demanding she surrender first her mouth, and then her entire body to his control.

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He forced her mouth open under his and thrust his tongue deep. The pounding rhythm

he set mimicking the coming act. One hand coasted up her side, slid under the loose blouse to brush over the lace of her bra. Through the thin material, her nipple beaded, pressing into his palm.