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making love to a beast. When women wanted excitement, they visited him. When they wanted to have fun, they’d gone to Alex. When they wanted to be loved, they went to James. All three of them had been brought to Lady Lavender’s at the same time, yet were so very different in temperament. But he…he was the one who was untamed, wild. Someone who touched that utterly sinful piece that lay hidden within.
    He slid his hands up her thighs, his thumbs so close to that hot, wet center. With a growl, he pulled the ribbon of her garter free, ripping the fine material in the process. She could afford a new one.
    “Oh, Gideon,” she whispered, moving her arms around his neck.
    “No touching.” He latched onto her wrists and pinned them above her head. But that shock in her warm brown eyes quickly turned into excitement. This is what they paid him for…to be the one in charge. To be the man they dreamt of. To be the evil they craved. He was more than happy to oblige.
    With one large hand, he kept her wrists pinned; with the other, he jerked the necktie from his throat. Her breath came out in harsh pants that lifted her fine cleavage. With deft movements, he wrapped his cravat around her wrists, securing them to the spindles of his headboard. The woman shivered, but he knew this time it wasn’t from fear.
    Gideon narrowed his eyes. “You’re well aware that only I do the touching. You’ve been a naughty lass.”
    “Please, be kind,” she whispered, licking that plump lower lip.
    But he was never, ever kind. It was why they returned for more. They sensed the bastard within, the sinful part they craved but tried to hide. With a wicked smile, he grabbed a curl that had come loose from her pins and wrapped it around his hand, tuggingher head back almost painfully and exposing her pale throat. Her full lips parted on a cry. An image of that mouth around his cock sent heated fire through his veins. All in good time.
    “Prepare to be punished,” he whispered near the delicate shell of her ear.
    A soft knock sounded on the door. Gideon drew back, more surprised than annoyed. He’d been working for Lady Lavender for almost fourteen years, and not once had someone interrupted while he’d been entertaining. It must have been something serious indeed. A house fire? Lady Lavender’s death? He could always dream.
    “Gideon?” Lady Pen questioned, obviously as confused as he.
    “Be still,” he snapped, leaving her and moving across the room. A bedchamber of red and black, a den of sin. Although he scoffed at the ridiculous décor, he could admit to himself that he appreciated the silken sheets, the plush carpeting, the marble fireplace. He’d become sadly used to a life of sex and luxury, as much as he was loath to admit it.
    The soft knock sounded again. Gideon wrapped his hand around the porcelain knob and jerked open the door, stunned to see Lady Lavender standing there, Thomas lurking behind her.
    He gave the man a dismissive glance before focusing on his employer. “What?” he growled. “I’m with someone.”
    Was it his imagination, or did she seem slightly pale? “I am aware.”
    “Gideon?” Lady Pen called out softly, hesitantly.
    “Quiet,” he growled over his shoulder.
    Lady Lavender’s eyes flashed with what could only be annoyance. She didn’t like how he treated the women, but she also knew it was what they paid for and so she reluctantly allowed it. She had no other choice.
    “You have a new client.”
    “Now?”
    She nodded.
    “Lady Pen—”
    “I’m in charge,” she hissed the stark reminder. “Remember that.”
    He narrowed his eyes, completely unimpressed with her warning. “Go to hell.”
    He found great amusement in the way her jaw clenched, her pale cheeks flushing. She wouldn’t argue with him when she knew very well that Lady Pen could hear every word they said. “Please head to the parlor. Thomas will finish.”
    Gideon braced his hands on either side of the doorway and leaned close to