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burst through the leather pants he wore. Her shirt didn’t so much cover her cleavage as display it. Her rosy breasts lay over the lacy shirt like a delicious buffet just waiting for him to dig in and enjoy.
    And enjoy it he would, as soon as possible. But he had to be smart about it. If she suspected his identity she might turn tail and run. Or worse, refuse him. He’d gone to great lengths to darken his hair and figured he’d use a fake accent to disguise his voice.
    He wasn’t going to hide forever, just until she was so overcome with lust for him she wouldn’t turn him down yet again. It might backfire on him but it was a risk he was willing to take to get a chance to be with her after all these months.
    “A lovely lady like yourself shouldn’t be alone,” he whispered in her ear with his best Irish accent. “Can I offer my services as an escort?”
    Her eyes widened under her mask as she looked him over from the tip of his wide-brimmed hat to the points of his heeled boots. He held his breath in anticipation. This was the moment of truth, would she see through his disguise and send him away or not?
    “You look more like a highwayman than an escort.” She smiled coyly at him and didn’t move away.
    Kiefer released his pent-up breath as quietly as possible.
    Step one, done.
    “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be a highwayman or a rock star. Do highway men wear leather pants?”
    “Maybe. I’ve never met one before, although I’ve had some definite fantasies about them…”
    His cock tightened and his body tensed as she trailed off. “Then I’m most definitely a highwayman. A masked avenger in the night. I steal from the rich and give to the poor and make free with the ladies.”
    “Isn’t that Robin Hood?”
    “Who cares? As long as I get the ladies, or lady, I’m not particular about the details.”
    “And who says you’re going to get the lady? I don’t recall you asking?”
    “I’m a rogue scoundrel, I don’t ask.” And with that he scooped her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.
    Cheers rang as he carried her up the curving staircase to the private rooms above. Her hips were over his shoulder and he could smell her feminine arousal. The musky scent shot through him with all the effect of a bullet, destroying his composure and shredding his control.
    He’d wanted her for so long and now he had his chance.
    Please, Cupid, don’t let me screw this up.
    It took him three tries before he found an unlocked door and an unoccupied room but when he kicked open the door he knew he’d found the jackpot. Leather cuffs dangled from the headboard of the brass bed and various implements of delight littered the floor.
    When he spied the whipping post in the corner near the balcony his brain almost caught fire. The image of Reannah’s rounded ass sticking up while she knelt with her hands tied to the post danced through his head, tempting him mercilessly.
    A little snicker sounded over his shoulder and brought him out of his lustful dreams.
    “Do you think this is funny, wench? You won’t be laughing when I have my way with you.”
    “Oh no, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you say.” The effect of her plea was ruined by the laughter in her voice.
    “You’re damn right you will.” He dropped her on the gold lamé bedspread and gasped as her breasts almost bounced out of her shirt.
    “What do you want me to do Mr. Highwayman?”
    “Take off your cape and let me look at you.”
    She climbed off the bed and waited until he lay back on the pillows. Once he was settled she unfastened the ties at her throat and let the heavy material fall to the floor.
    Without the shielding of the wrap he got the full impact of her outfit and was dumbstruck. The blouse left her shoulders bare and the corset cinched her waist impossibly tight. She looked demure yet tempting as sin. His mouth watered at the thought of what she hid under the long skirt.
    Time to find out. “Your skirt offends me,