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lovemaking was too intimate for the
Pleasure Rooms.
    The last place Synn expected to find Rena was in the Blue
Room after midnight. His hopes had risen at her continued presence, but though
it was apparent she had experience, it could not have been very adventurous.
Her blushes were many and she did nothing to relieve her own growing lust.
Still, watching her as she stared, hearing her breathing increase, smelling her
musky desire mixed with the tartness of the scent she wore, and knowing her
quim was wet with need, had him excited in a new way. He had to retreat to a
safer distance, unsure he could keep himself transparent while becoming so
hard. He was glad he had because from the look on her face, he was back to
being solid again, and she was mortified.
    This could work to his advantage. He held out his arm to
her, much as he had earlier in the day. As she rose, Eve motioned for her to
stay, but he shook his head. Eve gave up and Rena shyly linked her arm in his.
He couldn’t help his smirk. “Are you ready for bed now?”
    She nodded, refusing to look at him.
    He wanted to ask if she was ready to come, but that answer
was already clear. More important, was she ready for the Pleasure Rooms? He
needed her to go through each one. The Blue Room was the Voyeur Room, the
beginner’s room. How the bloody hell would he get her through the other six?
Perhaps the fact she had begun the pleasure journey on her own proved her
potential.
    As they ascended the stairs, he could see her mind working.
Was she thinking about how she would make herself come tonight? He needed her
desperate to orgasm in order to get her through the next room. To want it so
much, she’d do anything.
    What a bloody fix. Why couldn’t a couple have braved these
walls? Then again, as he glanced down at her profile, her button nose barely
reaching his shoulder, he found her far too interesting and enticing to give
up.
    “Synn?”
    They had reached her bedroom and he had to let her go in.
“Yes.”
    She disengaged herself from his arm, but stood before him
and stared into his eyes. “Why do you wear nineteenth-century clothes?”
    Flummoxed, he remained silent, though his brain ran through
a number of possible responses. “It makes the residents here more comfortable.
Would you prefer I don modern wear?”
    Distracted, she shook her head. “No. That’s fine. You can
wear what you want.” She continued to stand in front of him, her eyes on his
chest, her hand scrunching the side of her nightshirt.
    He used his finger under her chin to bring her gaze to his.
Her eyes were heavenly. He’d noticed their green tint earlier in the day, but it
was their roundness with a slight narrowing at the corners that fascinated him.
They made her appear to be interested in everything. “Did you have another
question for me?” Perhaps, will you kiss me?
    Her eyes widened. “Yes, I did. How did you start the fires
for the light in that room? I didn’t see a propane tank.”
    Damn, but she was a curious one. He hoped her curiosity
extended much further. “I’ll give you a complete tour in the morning. There is
little of the night left and I’m sure after the show you watched, you must be
tired.”
    Even in the dimness of the moonlight filtering into the hall
from the floor-to-ceiling window, he could see her blush.
    She turned away, embarrassed. “Yes. I’m very tired. See you
in the morning.”
    She didn’t give him a chance to respond, but opened the door
to her room and escaped him.
    He grinned at the closed door. The lady would need to find a
better barrier than that if she wanted to keep him away.
     
    Rena leaned back against the door, embarrassed heat still
flooding her limbs. He saw her watching those couples. How long had he been
there? A few minutes? How could she face him? She should have said something
intelligent instead of asking random questions, but that had always been her
way when faced with an embarrassing situation. Usually, it worked to