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The table was small, and they were close enough to touch. Picking up her fork, she asked pleasantly, “Any other fantasies I need to be aware of?”
    His gaze was fastened on her bare breasts, but flickered up to meet hers briefly. “When it comes to you, I have quite a few.”
    The heat in his sky blue eyes made her feel that pleasurable pulse again between her legs. Celia took a small spoonful of beans and chewed and swallowed before she said dryly, “I‘m almost afraid to ask.”
    “I think you‘ll find out soon enough.” He seemed to have forgotten he had a fork. The utensil sat by his plate as he watched her eat.
    “That sounds interesting since last night wasn‘t too bad,” she said in a teasing tone, moving a little so her breasts swayed slightly. She might be fairly sheltered in some ways, but she did have three older brothers who occasionally made comments about women when they didn‘t know she could hear. Men seemed to have a fair fascination with a particular part of the female anatomy. Parker certainly seemed riveted on her chest at this moment.
    “Aren‘t you going to eat?” she asked innocently before she took a bite of flaky biscuit. He hadn‘t lied about his cooking abilities. It was surprisingly light and delicious. “Or are you just going to sit there and let your food get cold while you stare at my tits?”
    Looking startled, he growled, “Where did you hear that word?”
    “Oh, come on, Parker. I have brothers and there are over a dozen hands on the ranch. I‘ve probably about heard it all here and there.”
    “They should watch their mouths around you.”
    “This from the man who is forcing me to eat breakfast naked?” She couldn‘t help it, she laughed.
    He was good-natured enough he also laughed, his mouth curving ruefully. “Maybe this was a damned poor idea after all,” he muttered, and shifted a little in his chair.
    “Are you…like that again?” Celia asked the question in mock sympathy.
    What ever he was, Parker was not a fool. “I suppose you think it serves me right?”
    “I sure do.” She took another bite of her biscuit, looking at him in open challenge. “The question is, what are you going to do about it?”
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    She was a little witch, that was all there was to it.
    It wasn‘t like Parker didn‘t know she could be a tease—she‘d done it to him often enough before, but this time things were entirely different.
    His gaze dropped involuntarily to the spectacular swell of her bare breasts. She truly had perfect tits—as she put it—beautifully shaped and full, with those delectable pink nipples that fit so well in his mouth. Parker didn‘t think he‘d ever seen anything quite so arousing. When she moved, even just to take a dainty bite of her food, the luscious weight of her flesh swayed in a slight quiver.
    There was no doubt about it, his prick was at full attention and even though he‘d been darned hungry before, it paled beside the ravenous carnal hunger he felt right at this moment. All he wanted to do was to take her, and take her hard. He wanted to hear those small, sexy sounds she made as he plunged inside her warm, wet sex, and he wanted to feel her come all around him again.
    For the past five years, he‘d longed for her so badly he couldn‘t sleep at night. Though he didn‘t think it possible, having had her, he needed her even more.
    “What do you think I should do about it?” he asked in a voice that didn‘t even remotely sound like his own.
    “You could fuck me again,” she said, her blond hair a glorious riot of disheveled curls around her bare, ivory shoulders, a glint of mischief in her dark blue eyes. “I‘d guess it‘s the obvious way to relieve your discomfort.”
    Yeah, a wickedly gorgeous little witch who had definitely heard a few words not meant for her ears.
    “Is that an invitation?” he asked.
    “Do you need one?” Her mouth curved slightly. “You didn‘t seem to need one last night.”
    He didn‘t.