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woman’s ear.
    The impromptu magician gave him a curt nod. “Is there something I can do for you?”
    “Excuse us, ladies.” Tripp stepped up into George’s face and spotted Emma’s necklace dangling around his neck. “If you’re so good at magic tricks, make Emma appear.”
    “That I can’t do.” George laughed nervously and stepped back a pace. “We danced and then went our separate way. She’s a grown woman, you know.”
    Tripp grabbed Emma’s chain and broke it free. “Then why do you have this?”
    “Gentlemen.” The professor arrived with a man in uniform. “This is one of the king’s constables.
    “Thank god.” It was clear George was relieved. “Officer, this man just assaulted me.”
    “That’s ridiculous.” Tripp pocketed the necklace and punched George square in the face. “Now I’ve assaulted you.”
    Professor Greggor grabbed Tripp and pretended to hold him at bay. “They’re going to arrest him,” he whispered as the constable moved past them and took hold of George’s arm.
    “We have witnesses that say you have a girl hostage in your room.” The officer motioned toward the door and two other men assisted him in escorting George out. “This will not be tolerated on the Queen Penelope.”
    Tripp wasted no time finding George’s room. And with the help of his skeleton key, he was inside shortly after that. Unfortunately though, Emma was nowhere to be seen. Tripp felt anger and worry rising in his chest as he focused on the few pieces of furniture within the small cabin space. There was only a bed, a reading chair and an antique wardrobe.
    “Emma?” He gave a quick look under the bed before his attention moved to the wardrobe’s padlocked doors. “I swear, woman.” He rattled the doors before giving it a hard kick with his boot. In one quick snap, the padlock broke and the wardrobe doors splintered open. The Madame of Gravestone sat tied and gagged in the empty closet. “How many times am I going to have to save you?” He pulled the cloth out of her mouth and picked her up. “I think it’s high time you start trusting me.”
    Her eyes brimmed with tears and he couldn’t resist kissing her quivering lips. There was so much more to her than the hardened woman she pretended to be. Tripp laid her on the bed and untied her. “Thank you,” she whispered as their eyes met. “George was going to turn me in for the bounty on my head …”
    “Shhh. There is something I need to say.” Tripp kissed her again. “I’m sorry about before. Tell me what you want, when you want. All that really matters to me is … you.”
    She reached out and stroked the stubble on his cheek. Her hands slipped his suspenders off his shoulders and then worked the buttons on his shirt. “No more secrets, I promise.”
    “Then tell me,” he stood and stripped for her, “tell me your deepest, darkest desire.”
    Tripp watched as she unlatched her gown as it fell in a puddle around her. “Secretly?” She reached for his hand and pulled him toward her. “I want to let my guard down. I want to let you love me. Completely. Tonight.”
    He kissed her hand and turned her around on the bed. Emma’s red curls fell down her back as the sexy corset conformed to her hourglass figure, and opened back up to her hips and luscious heart-shaped ass. He cupped both of her nude cheeks with his hands and chuckled softly. “I’m so glad I tore your under things last night.”
    She turned her head and they kissed with a slow, building passion. Then he used the palm of his hand to gently push her down on all fours. Emma moaned in anticipation as he leaned over and kissed the small of her back. The edge of the corset stopped him from going higher. “Take it off,” she whispered.
    “I plan to.” With one hand on the string of her corset, the other roamed down between her legs and found the already wet folds of her sex. Two fingers dipped inside and Emma shook with pleasure. “That’s it.” The hand on her