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hunger, she assured herself.
    Yeah right, Lissianna thought dryly. This man looked yummy enough that she’d be tempted to suck him dry, a temptation she couldn’t recall having in several decades.
    “The rope is really tight.”
    Startled out of her thoughts by his complaint, Lissianna glanced again toward the burns at his wrists and felt her uncertainty melt away. She’d been taught that it was bad form to play with your food or allow it to suffer needlessly. And this man was suffering. It was her duty to get into his thoughts and soothe him. It was hardly her fault that she couldn’t do so the normal way and was going to have to try more extreme measures.
    Mind made up and conscience appeased, Lissianna settled on the side of the bed. “You shouldn’t struggle, and you shouldn’t worry. I hate to see you distressed this way.”
    He glared at her, as if resenting that she knew he was upset. Or perhaps he was simply angry that she wasn’t untying him as requested.
    “Let’s get this off you,” she suggested, and set the stockings she’d collected in her lap so that she could work at the bow around his neck. He sighed as it was removed, relaxing on the bed a bit, and Lissianna decided to remove his tie as well.
    “There, isn’t that better?” she asked, sliding the silk cloth from around his neck.
    The man started to nod, then caught himself and scowled instead as she undid the top three buttons of his shirt. “It would be better still if you untied me.”

    Lissianna smiled with amusement at the way he was struggling with himself, then tried to distract him by running her fingers lightly over the bit of chest she’d revealed. Much to her satisfaction, a little shiver went through him as her long nails scraped gently across his naked skin. This seduction business was turning out to be easier than she’d feared. Or perhaps she was just a natural, Lissianna thought, and wondered if she should be worried over the possibility.
    “Untie me.” He was trying to be firm, but it was obvious his heart was no longer wholly behind the desire to be free.
    Smiling knowingly, Lissianna scraped her fingers lightly down to run along the cloth just above his belt. The provocative action sent his stomach muscles galloping, and his breath came out on a little hiss of air.
    “What the hell,” he breathed. “There are worse things than being a sex slave.”
    Lissianna blinked in surprise at his comment and decided she’d relaxed him enough. “What’s your name?”
    “Greg.” He cleared his throat, and said more firmly, “Dr. Gregory Hewitt.”
    “Doctor huh?” She raised one hand to run it lightly up his chest again, noting the way his eyes immediately dropped from her face to follow the action. “Well, Doctor …You’re a very handsome man.”
    She moved her hand to his hair, running it lightly through the fine, dark strands and marveling at how soft it was. Her gaze slid to his deep dark brown eyes and the firm contours of his lips as she considered her next move. He was an attractive man. In her time, she’d seen men who were more handsome, but there was something about this one that appealed to her. Her gaze slid to the furrows on his forehead, and her fingers followed, running lightly over the lines to smooth them away.

    “Would you mind terribly if I kissed you?” she asked softly.
    Dr. Gregory Hewitt didn’t answer, he simply stared at her with eyes that had darkened with interest as she allowed her finger to drift to his lips and run lightly across the soft contours. When his mouth suddenly opened to suck her finger into his warm heat, she took that as permission, but Lissianna sat still, her eyes finding and holding his with fascination as she noted the fires smoldering to life there. Then he sucked her finger farther into his mouth, his tongue running along the side of her finger as he did, and Lissianna gave a startled little gasp of surprise.
    Over two hundred years old, and I never realized the