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wheel and the stool, squashed against a high wall of bales, were almost buried in the stuff.
    “Good luck,” said Wallace. “And I hope you’ll remember, when honors come to you, that it was I who brought them.”
    No, you didn’t. My demon did!
    Fortunately, she kept the words inside. The door slammed and bolted behind her, and she was left staring at a solid wall of straw. Laughter caught in her throat.
    “This is ridiculous,” she said aloud. Turning, she leaned back against the straw and closed her eyes. She thought of her previous two nights here, of the dark man’s kiss, of his hands on her breasts, on her thighs, of his ecstasy-giving kiss on her clitoris. Her heated body clenched, releasing a pool of warm moisture from her desperate pussy.
    One more night with him. And then, then I’ll be good…
    “Please,” she whispered. “I need you. I want you.”
    He shouldn’t have been able to hear. She wasn’t even sure she meant him to. But something stirred in the room. Soft fabric, like a cloak, brushed against her forearm. She found herself smiling. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and there he stood, close enough to touch, tall and black and hooded. His familiar, faint, smoky scent filled her nostrils and her memory, feeding her galloping lust.
    “There you are,” she said, and reached inside his hood. His hand whipped up and caught her wrist, but she’d already found his warm, rough cheek. Mutely, she lifted her face inside the shadows of his cowl, parting her lips. She heard his breath catch an instant before she found his lips. And then their mouths met and fused, and Gwyneth drowned in sensation.
    She’d been wrong. She still liked kissing, although it seemed it had to be with the demon. She must be very wicked.
    His mouth opened hers and his tongue drove deep, flicking back to lick at her teeth. She caressed his cheek, slid her hand round to his head, tangling in the same soft hair she’d felt last night. With her free hand, she found his gloved one and carried it blatantly to her breast, moaning at the first touch. His fingers curled, cupping while his thumb flickered across her hard, aroused nipple. Then he moved, delving inside the neck of her gown to find her naked breast, and she moaned again as he freed it from its constraints.
    The demon released her mouth and raised his head quickly to prevent her, presumably, from seeing more than the dark shadows of his face. But his hand did not leave her breast. Instead he gazed at it, as she did, watching his black gloved hand caress her palely gleaming skin, her anxious nipple rosy under the merciless attention of his finger. It seemed to stretch toward his touch every time he left it. Sparks of bliss spread downward from her breast to her pussy, gathering there while her whole body flushed with growing pleasure.
    He said huskily, “We haven’t agreed payment.”
    “I don’t care. Kiss me.”
    He didn’t. Instead, his cowl moved around the solid wall of straw. “You want all this spun into gold?”
    “The king does.”
    “For which you’ll give me…” He paused, taking a deep breath.
    “Everything,” Gwyneth said desperately. “Anything.” She pushed into his body, glorying in the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her abdomen. “The king will marry me for this, for a room full of magic gold thread, spun by you. I’m lost, my angel, my demon… Give me tonight…”
    He’d stilled, holding himself stiff in her hold, which didn’t suit her urgency at all. “Anything?” he repeated.
    Her whole body tingled. In a web of lust and gratitude and grief that she no longer knew how to untangle, she knew she’d hold nothing back tonight. Not even the virginity that should be her husband’s. The king didn’t care for her but for the wealth she could give him and keep from his rivals. Her stranger, at least, wanted her body. That had been clear from the start.
    “Anything,” she said huskily and, with deliberation, laid her hand on