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reached out to run his finger through the dish once more. “We seem to have lost the spoon,” he murmured, “so we’ll have to make do with this.” He stroked along her lip, then swooped down to leave a trail across the tops of her breasts. The same gesture had begun the orgy downstairs, but here, in the privacy of the room, it seemed not vulgar but unbearably erotic.
    His mouth followed the trail, taking tiny licks and nibbles. Susan’s head dropped back and she sank further into his sensuous spell.
    The low neckline of the scandalous red dress offered him no obstruction. With an expert flick of his finger, he pulled her nipple free. “I want to taste you,” he said, his tongue curling around the sensitive tip, shaping it into a hard bud. “Sweeter than sugar could ever be.”
    He sucked there for a moment. Beads of fire shot from where his mouth moved to burst into conflagrations racing along her nerves.
    He lifted his head. “You are a banquet for my delectation. But I would enjoy the feast far more if the covers were removed.”
    Before Susan was fully aware of what he intended, he had undone the row of buttons closing the embarrassingly short distance between the scooped out neckline and the waist of her dress. In another second, he had it gaping. He pushed the bodice down to puddle about her hips. “Stand up. We will rid ourselves of this encumbrance.”
    Still obedient to his every word, she stood, allowing him to press the red silk into a pile at her feet. The maid had provided no camisole. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the soft drawers Susan had donned, and untying the bow at the sides at the same time, he shoved them down to join the bundle at her feet.
    She stood there before him, he in his dark, elegant evening clothes—she, naked, a pink flush running over her skin, fighting the desire to clasp her hands across her breasts or the triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs. She fought the urge because she wanted him to see her. A wanton part of her wanted him to enjoy her nakedness.
    He pushed her back onto the sofa then scooped up another dollop of cream. With his elbows, he nudged her thighs apart and smeared a long line down her center. “As sweet as you are, I find the thought of feeding myself from your soft skin strongly appealing.”
    His head dipped. His lips closed over a knot of nerves she hadn’t known she possessed. He sucked, murmuring his approval as she tensed and shivered. With each movement of his jaws, each humming vibration of his low voice, a spiral coiled tighter and tighter inside her. A strange pressure contradictorily filling her even as some deep nameless hollow opened.
    He sucked harder. The edges of her vision blurred and darkened. Her breath rushed out in short, choppy gasps. Although she was naked, she burned. Everywhere he touched a new fire ignited, but the flames burned hottest and highest where his mouth caressed her.
    The darkness spread and deepened, pulsating in time with the rapid thrust and retreat of his tongue. Her heart raced and thundered as if she were running for her life. The fever he created drove her relentlessly on until she exploded in a shower of heat and light.
    When she opened her eyes again, he was sitting up, his dark eyes glazed, his lips glistening, his hair disheveled. She’d done that, she realized with a sense of shock. She’d shaken the composure of this worldly dark lord.
    “You are remarkably responsive,” he said.
    She dragged in a shaky breath. “Is that good?”
    “Oh yes, my dear.” He ran a finger across the upper curves of her breasts. “Women like you are precious. You were made to experience the delights of the flesh.”
    He was mistaken, Susan thought. With no hope of Charles’ support, she was destined for poverty and drudgery. Tomorrow morning she would present herself to an employment agency, hoping they would believe she could provide character references from home, and her good diction and polite manner