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knuckles, he chuckled, “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t protect you from your own naivety?”
    She cocked her head to the side in that adorable manner of hers and asked, “What naivety?”
    “Your threats to use Nod or the incubus if I didn’t agree to this,” he reminded her, his heart doing a strange thing in his chest. Releasing her hands, he rubbed his sternum and looked at the stool in the middle of the floor. “What? No props?”
    She blushed becomingly but her smile deepened, “Well, if you would feel more comfortable posing with something I’m sure I could find a sword or something. You’re not getting out of being naked, though.”
    “Fair enough.” He had to struggle to keep the smile from his lips at her teasing words. Walking over to the stool, he untied the robe and let the silk material fall to the floor, “Where do you want me?”
    When she didn’t answer, he glanced over his shoulder and caught the dreamy expression on her face as she caressed him with her eyes. Her body was fluid, ripe and for a moment he knew that all he would have to do was crook his finger and she would be his. The image of pulling her into his arms and tasting those sweet lips flashed into his head and his body began to respond accordingly, the sensation a pleasurable ache as his cock began to lengthen, thicken.
    No! This was Ferris he was thinking about, not some nameless woman he met at some club. Whipping his head back to the front, he attempted to cover his embarrassing erection with one hand hoping she didn't see anything. He snapped his fingers at her with the other hand to get her attention. “Ferris, where do you want me?”
    That question no longer sounded quite as innocent as it had the first time he asked and he was almost hoping she would answer it in a completely inappropriate way. What the hell was wrong with him? Yes, she was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman he knew, but she was… she was Ferris. He had no right to have any lustful thoughts for her at all. None.
    Warm, slender fingers touched his waist and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Her delightful laughter filled the room as her hands moved across his flanks , “Relax, Armand. I’m not going to bite… just yet.”
    “You shouldn’t say such things to me,” he said, his voice low and gruff and unsteady. Clearing his throat, he willed his erection away , or at least he tried to. “Weren’t you supposed to provide a loin cloth, or something?”
    A length of material was wrapped around his waist as she softly laughed. “Better?”
    Clutching the material as if it was the only thing between him and madness he turned around and faced this surprising temptress. “Much.”
    Pressing her hands against his chest, burning him with her touch, she leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek, “Thank s for doing this for me, Armand. It means the world.”
    She had kissed him a thousand times before… so why did he feel this one in his bones? Something strange was happening and he wasn’t sure what it was or that he liked it. In fact, he was fairly certain he did not like it, not in the least. Collapsing onto the stool, he stared at the girl he knew and wondered where she came from. It was as if he was seeing her with fresh eyes and he liked what he saw, a little too much. Had he not known her since she was a child he would consider wining and dining her before taking her up to a private room and exploring every inch of her delectable body.
    His eyes dropped to the breasts that were straining against the white cotton material of her tank top and he found himself wondering what color her nipples were, how they would taste on his tongue. She wore a pair of denim cutoffs that hugged her ass and exposed her feminine legs that he wanted to have wrapped around his waist….
    “Oh!” she exclaimed, rushing around and gathering up a sketch pad and some charcoal. Rushing over, she began hastily drawing in her book. “That look is