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otherwise blonde hair.
    Cyrus licked his lips. She looked as smooth and creamy as one of her exotic treats. He focused on her ruby lips marked where her white teeth had gnawed on the bottom one.  Closing the space between them until his nose bumped her flushed cheek, he tasted her mouth, running his tongue along the tightly closed seam before he toppled her sideways off the stack of pillows.
    He’d intended to scare the bejesus out of her, proving his point that she wouldn’t suit. Instead he found himself sprawled on top of her, feeling every inch of that fine body cushioning his big frame as his chest pressed against firm, plump breasts.
    “Mr. Burke.” Her words brushed against his lips and he leaned back an inch.
    “What?”
    “Is this quite necessary?”
    That tied it. “Mrs. Lacey, did I not tell you this wouldn’t work?” He rolled off her before he lost complete control and forced the issue. Grimly he started for the door.
    The ache in his groin wiped out the pleasure in her cookies. He had the door open and intended to put her in the wagon himself and say good riddance to Widow Lacey once and for all.
    “Wait, I’m ready.”
    He knew damn well it was a mistake but he walked stiffly back to stand beside the bed. Without a word, he dropped his denims and stepped out of them. His cock waved in the air, undaunted and ready to play.
    “What is wrong with your male part?” She pointed at his erection trussed up like a sausage roll.
    “Never seen one of these before?” Cyrus looked down—the rubber was stretched to a thin gold color encasing his cock like a glove.
    “No. What is it?” Mrs. Prim ’n’ Proper pulled the sheet up to her chin as though afraid of catching something.
    “They call them French letters.” He watched her head tilt sideways like a robin’s, questioning his words. “It’s a condom,” he said gruffly, not in the mood to explain the device.
    “What are condoms?” Eleanor asked in a puzzled voice.
    “Cock gloves, rubbers, dick wrappers,” he said grimly. She still looked mystified. “It covers me so I won’t leave a kid in your belly.” Pointing at her nightgown, he growled, “That’s gotta go.”
     
    The quivering in her stomach spread to her limbs and Eleanor shivered from both the anger in his gaze and her icy terror. Somehow she had lost control of the situation and the reality of Mr. Burke’s half-naked presence wiped out any thought of a quick interlude during which she would doze. “My sleepwear?”
    “Yep,” he growled. “If we’re doing it, we’re doing it right. Now take it off.”
    Eleanor stared at his stern expression and saw no reprieve. She pulled the sheet higher and fumbled with shaking hands at the ribbon closing her gown.
    As she wiggled out of her nightwear, the sheet slipped, revealing her bare shoulder. A low rumbling sound emerged from the man standing by the bed. Mable’s earlier description of him as a wolf seemed only too accurate.
    Eleanor lifted the sheet higher, as if its thin material would protect her from the stiff member jutting at a right angle from Mr. Burke’s body.
    “As long as we’re losing things,” he said, reaching for her cover, “this goes too.” He grabbed the sheet, wrestling her for it until the sound of ripping material and her fully displayed naked body signaled her defeat. “Cost of one new sheet coming off your wages.”
    Eleanor didn’t know what to cover or how to hide. His gaze slowly crawled up her frame, lingering on her breasts. Traitorous nipples hardened into pouting nubs and she clapped her hands over them.
    His eyes narrowed into a hooded glance assessing her. Eleanor inched backward until she sat with knees folded under her and arms primly covering her chest. Remembering the voluptuous woman she’d seen at the local store, reputed to be one of his lady loves, she glared at him, daring him to insult her less spectacular curves.
    His silence irritated Eleanor so much she decided to be equally