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proud ego.
    “Do you like what you see, my gallant hero?” she asked.
    Oh God, I was no hero on that infamous day.
    The countess’s coquetting had snapped him back to reality. She looked up at him and undid her night robe, letting it puddle at her feet.
    “Well?” She ran palms over her sides outside the matching gown, filling her hands with her breasts, offering the plump mounds to him like succulent fruit. The dark pink nipples were easily visible through the transparent fabric. When he simply stared down at them without saying a word, the countess snapped, “Have you nothing to say?”
    Coming out of his haze, Griff slid the lace trim of her night rail off of her shoulders. The fabric caught on the prominent tips of her breasts. He tweaked the nipples with his fingertips.
    She released a husky groan from deep in her throat. Reaching out, she yanked his shirt out of his breeches, exploring the warm, smooth skin of his muscular torso.
    Griff knew he wasn’t hard enough yet. Damnation, what if he couldn’t perform?
    She moved questing fingers down and over the front of his breeches, unfastening the flap. “I do believe you are nervous, Griff. Don’t worry, darling, I know how to make you hard as stone.” She laughed wickedly and grabbed his partially flaccid cock. She squeezed, caressing it until it finally stiffened and lengthened.
    Thank God, he thought, as his penis reacted, his mind wiping droplets of invisible sweat from his brow.
    “Ah,” she said, “I do admire sizeable, ever-so-long-lasting cocks. See? You’re bigger and rounder already. Were you funning me, Griff, or do you really need a woman’s touch to fuck like a randy stallion?”
    “No! Of course not,” he snapped angrily when she demeaned his manhood.
    God help me! I did need help…with her, at least.
    The countess gripped his dick a little tighter. The breeches’ flap had exposed his pubic hair and his balls. She bent to lick the velvet, plum-shaped head of his penis. “Young cocks are so tasty,” she muttered. She opened her lips to suck him into her mouth, pulling on him like a hungry babe. He blessed the increasing size and hardness of his rod while groaning silently, hating it was her touch that worked the magic on him and caused the powerful erection. He concentrated on what he had to do, not his wounded self-esteem in order to earn his livelihood.
    The countess played with his body, his cock large and pulsing in her hand as if he were a sex toy—bought and paid for her amusement. In one sense, he was just that.
    Griff managed to remove his shirt and pried her mouth and fingers off of his pecker. She straightened. Not seeming angry that it took him a while to grow hard, she crawled her hands over his ribs, moving higher to tantalize his coin-shaped nipples. Her eyelids drooped, and he watched the sultry expression on her face change.
    “Umm. Nice. I want to play some more.” She smiled, leaned close, and licked his warm skin until the brown nipples rose into hard little knobs. Then she bit him, harder than he expected.
    “Yow!” he yelped, and she chuckled wickedly. “Do remember that you are mine to do with whatever I want. Don’t think you can forget your obligations, or I’ll have your lovely piece of manhood sawed off and put on display in a window on Regent Street.”
    Griff’s cock jumped, reacting to her threat. He almost believed the witch would do it.
    He ground his back teeth together. He never thought it would be this difficult to fuck a woman, any woman. But obviously, the damn countess upset his composure. If he didn’t watch his step, she’d turn him into a tame, willing plaything. He was determined not to allow her to dominate him. Not only because of her exalted station or wealth, but because she was a female. He would take a firm grip on his manhood before the night elapsed and show her who was in charge of this unholy liaison.
    In answer to her threat, Griff roughly forced the countess backward onto the