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mouth . . . even if what he really wanted was to witness the flash of excitement in her eyes when he erupted in climax and gave himself to her.
    Orgasm slammed into him, sharp and delicious. He gasped as he watched himself ejaculate into the transparent sleeve, his semen shooting against the sides of the inner suction chamber. After a moment, he clenched his eyes shut and moaned harshly, continuing to come.
    Christ, he’d been a fool not to do this earlier in the week. He couldn’t stop climaxing. He’d clearly needed a release. It wasn’t typical for him to ignore his sexual needs, and he couldn’t imagine why he’d remained abstinent this week. It’d been foolish.
    It might have led to a loss of control, a prospect he couldn’t abide. People who didn’t attend to their needs ended up making mistakes, growing sloppy and haphazard.
    His muscles went slack as the final weakened shudders of orgasm rippled through him. He slid the sheath off his sensitive penis. He wrapped a hand around the naked, slippery staff and stood there, breathing rapidly.
    She was a woman like any other.
    But perhaps she wasn’t? She’d caught him unawares with her painting. It made him uncomfortable, that knowledge, like a burr under his skin. It made him want to capture her, in return . . . make her pay for looking into his mind somehow, seeing things she shouldn’t see with her unique talent of soulful precision.
    He would master this slicing, powerful desire. He turned and stalked to his bathroom to clean up and prepare for his fencing exercise.
    Later, as he dressed, he noticed that his cock was still overly sensitive and that his erection hadn’t completely dissipated. Damn.
    He’d inform both Francesca and Mrs. Hanson that he wanted privacy this weekend. He’d make a phone call. Clearly, he required an experienced female who knew precisely how to please him in order to vanquish this strange need.
    * * *
    Lucien hadn’t lied. He was in a feisty mood. Ian retreated under his friend’s aggressive advance, parrying his rapid thrusts, calmly waiting for the extension that would make him vulnerable. He’d fenced regularly with the other man for two years now, and he’d come to understand his style and how his emotions affected his combat. Lucien was a skilled, smart fighter, but he had yet to learn how Ian’s moods could influence his actions with the blade.
    Perhaps that was because Ian made a point of mastering his emotions and reacting out of pure logic.
    This evening, Lucien was surging with volatile energy, stronger than usual, but incautious as well. Ian waited until he saw triumph in every line of Lucien’s attacking form. He recognized his opponent’s second intention, accurately parrying against the second stroke intended to finish Ian once and for all. Lucien grunted in frustration when Ian riposted and landed a hit.
    “You’re a mind reader, damn you,” Lucien muttered, whipping off his mask, his long dreadlocks whisking around his shoulders. Ian, too, removed his mask.
    “That is always your excuse. In fact, it’s all quite logical, and you know it.”
    “Again,” Lucien challenged, lifting his sword, his gray eyes fierce.
    Ian smiled. “Who is she?”
    “Who is who ?”
    Ian gave him a dry glance as he removed his glove. “The woman who has your blood pumping like a randy goat.” It puzzled him, this frustrated quality in Lucien, who was usually so popular with women.
    Lucien’s expression tightened, and he looked away. Ian paused in the action of removing his other glove. His brow furrowed in consternation. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Lucien said in a quiet, pressured voice.
    “Well then?”
    Lucien glared at him. “Are Noble employees allowed to see one another?”
    “It depends on their positions. It’s very clear-cut in the employment contract. Managers and supervisors are prohibited from seeing inferiors, and will be terminated if