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lovely face—a short, straight forehead, a narrow, elegant nose, and full, bowed lips above a round chin. Physically she was charming, but it was her air of trepidation that made him impatient to greet her. Eager to soothe her nerves, while his body quickened. Again, the crowd intervened.
    “There’s no doubt she’s a virgin,” Darak said dryly.
    “That can be remedied in a night. I’m sure any one of our men would be up for the job.” A figure shifted and he saw the woman’s face from the front. Her mouth was wide, her lips lush and curved, the upper lip fuller then the lower. Her eyes were wide and almond shaped, rimmed with lush, dark lashes. She appeared so young, so fresh—so unlike the brazen creatures who assailed him morning, noon, and night. The picture that was emerging from each brief revelation intrigued him more.
    “You’re going to have to talk to the men, because she doesn’t want their attentions.”
    Cantor sighed in frustration when the crowd closed in again. “As I said, she’ll adjust soon enough.”
    “The poor thing’s very timid.”
    Cantor didn’t give a ballocks about the girl’s tender feelings. At the moment he was intrigued by the dark-haired woman, and felt the first stirring of predatory lust he’d experienced in months. He must meet the dark-haired beauty.
    He stepped forward, pushing his way through the lively crowd. This one he’d have before the night was o’er.
    “Uh, Cantor?” Darak said, his hand grabbing his forearm.
    “Not now.” He’d found her again, and she was coming his way.
    Her supple little figure was well displayed by her revealing clothing. Strips of a silky, purple fabric bisected her chest, just covering her small, rounded breasts. More fabric formed a skirt that knotted at one hip. How he would love to tease the knot loose with his mouth as he reached beneath it to delve between her velvety petals.
    Suddenly, a tall, broad figure completely blocked his view of the woman, and Cantor bit back an oath until he realized Mary Grogan strode toward him. She stopped in front of him, and the woman with the glossy black hair peeked around her shoulder.
    Cantor smiled, captivated by her beauty.
    The woman blinked, and then her sweet mouth curved into a grin.
    Cantor’s breath caught. Up close, his gaze noted her large eyes were a warm, cognac-brown a man could drown in. Her sable hair fell to her waist, curling over her slender shoulders to frame her breasts.
    His loins filled when he noted the hard, pointed nipples that poked against the sheer fabric of her halter. He could almost feel the soft velvet of the dark areolas against his tongue. Up close, he could now tell she was naked beneath the short skirt. Even more delightful, the sheer fabric clung momentarily to her pussy when she shifted, revealing that her woman’s lips were denuded of hair. To hell with tonight, he’d have her now.
    “Nuh-uh! None of that, Governor .” Mary’s voice intruded. “This one’s a virgin. You need to take care of her—not pounce on her.”
    Cantor heard her words as if from a distance. The woman with the beguiling smile stood like a rose amid a profusion of exotic, overblown blooms.
    “Uh, Cantor?” Darak’s hand closed on his arm, tugging him back.
    “Leave off.”
    “But this is the girl I was telling you about.”
    Cantor shook his head, and a slow, dawning realization hit him. A virgin? This vision was a virgin. Therefore an untouchable. He couldn’t take her if he planned to leave at the first opportunity. Stripping virgins of their…virginity, implied commitment in his mind.
    Poised like a doe ready to flee at the first scent of danger, the woman stood still beneath his gaze. He realized he must be scowling for her smile slipped and her lovely, soft eyes grew wide.
    “She’s a bit shy,” Mary said, her gaze challenging. “The antics of the rest of your crew and my women seem to unnerve her. I was hopin’ we might find a place for her, away from the