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shoulders and pulled him closer. He felt like a teenager again making out with a beautiful girl without any expectations of getting laid. He wanted to touch her, to slip his hands under her shirt and caress her breasts. He wanted to slide his fingers into her little shorts and find out if she was as wet as he was hard. But he merely held her and kissed her and decided if it never progressed further than this kiss, he would be okay with that.
    At about three-thirty a knock on the door interrupted them. A girl so beautiful she had to be another mermaid entered without waiting for a response and looked at Alara and Xenia.
    “Coming, ladies?” the girl asked. She didn’t seem the least troubled by Derek’s presence in the room.
    “I don’t know.” Xenia rolled up and rearranged her hair. “I hate goodbyes.”
    “I know,” the intruder agreed. “But Emelia wants us there.”
    Nodding, Xenia stood up.
    “Where—” Derek began, but Xenia covered his mouth with a quick kiss.
    “Don’t tell,” she whispered and took his hand.
    Derek, Xenia and her roommate followed the girl down a hallway to another room. In the room Derek saw nothing but a bed covered in white satin sheets ringed with candles. Xenia, Derek and her roommate stayed in the shadows at the edge of the room and sat on floor pillows. Derek put his arm around Xenia and let her back rest against his chest.
    “Are you okay?” he whispered to her when he noticed a tear rolling down her face.
    “It’s just really sad when one of us leaves. Emelia’s like a sister. I wanted to pretend she wasn’t really going. Now I can’t anymore.”
    “So, is this some sort of going-away party?” Derek asked, seeing the dozen or more mermaids that lined the room.
    Xenia shook her head and pressed closer to him.
    “It’s not a party.”
    After a minute or two Emelia entered the room wearing a beautiful white silk nightgown. It displayed her ample cleavage but trailed all the way to floor. Her black hair curled magnificently down her back. She wore no jewelry other than her mermaid pendant around her neck. Gazing at her glowing face, he thought she looked like a virgin bride on her wedding night.
    If she was the bride, he had to wonder who her groom could possibly be. But just as he had the thought, Kingsley Edge entered the room and shut the door behind him. He strode to where Emelia stood waiting by the bed, twisting her fingers nervously. Bending his mouth to her ear, he whispered something to the scared girl as he raised his hand and lightly stroked the side of her face.
    “Xenia,” Derek whispered. “They’re not—”
    But Xenia didn’t answer. She only turned her face up to him, kissed him and looked back at Kingsley and Emelia.
    Whatever Kingsley whispered to Emelia, it seemed to help. She nodded her head and Kingsley took her face in both hands. Gently he kissed her. Then the kiss grew deeper, more passionate. Kingsley ran his hands up and down Emelia’s back and lingered on her hips. Derek’s chest tightened when he realized what was happening right in front of him.
    Kingsley’s mouth moved from Emelia’s lips to the top of her breasts. Slowly he slipped her nightgown off her shoulders and let it cascade like white water to the floor. Sitting on the side of the bed, he pulled Emelia to him and took a nipple in his mouth while his hands continued to caress her stomach and thighs. He pulled back and said something softly to Emelia, gave her some kind of order. Obediently she lay on the bed and opened her legs.
    Quickly and using white silk scarves, Kingsley bound Emelia’s hands and wrists to the bedposts, tying her down spread-eagle. Once he had her securely tied, Kingsley straddled her hips and kissed her breasts again. His mouth slid from her nipples to her stomach and then came down between her thighs.
    Torn between the red-blooded male in him that wanted to watch everything that happened, and the conscience in him that whispered he shouldn’t be