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    She lifted her hands to her breasts, fingers finding her nipples, as Eland had asked her to do the night she’d met him. She’d refused then, but somehow, tonight, it felt right. Like she could do anything she wanted.
    “No,” Eland said sharply behind her. “Not for him. Only for me.”
    Jeanne smiled. Eland didn’t want Rees to have her. The possessive growl in his voice made her body heat.
    She turned in place, facing Eland, her hands on her breasts. She didn’t miss how his eyes went more blue, how he stilled as he watched her.
    Jeanne tugged her nipples, enjoying their smoothness, the fire that came with her pulling at the tips. The more gently she did it, the better it felt.
    She released her nipples to cup and lift her breasts. Her skin was soft on the underside—she’d never noticed that.
    Judith came out of the bedroom with the shaver, stepped close to Jeanne, and pressed the shaver into her hand. “You are going to tell me everything ,” she whispered before she moved back to Rees.
    Jeanne felt both Rees’ and Eland’s eyes on her as she sauntered back to Eland and the bedroom, the shaver in her hand.
    “That was good,” Eland said, his voice wrapped in velvet. He slid his arm around her, his hand going down her back to her buttocks, and gave her a little swat.
    Jeanne yelped. “What was that for?”
    “For liking Rees looking at you. Give me that.” He took the shaver from her and closed the door, shutting out the other two’s interested stares.
    Eland signaled Jeanne to the bed. “Lie down,” he commanded in a quiet voice. “Spread wide.”
    Jeanne, uncertain, lay down and opened her thighs. Eland ran his hand along her leg to the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. When he touched her pussy, Jeanne’s hips jerked. Eland cupped her, the heat of that making her draw a sharp breath.
    “Stay still, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    Eland turned on the shaver, which made an agreeable hum. While Jeanne used a shaver regularly, she’d never thought to put it to the use Eland did now.
    She made a soft noise when Eland touched it to her. The little device vibrated, making her want to rub against it. Eland must have understood that, because he smiled.
    He had such a beautiful, heartwarming smile. What Jeanne wouldn’t give to have him smile at her like that all the time.
    Eland moved buttons on the device for each pass over her, while she clenched her fists and tried not to squirm. Finally, Eland clicked off the shaver and ran two fingers along her now-bare skin. “We need lotion.”
    “Do you want me to go ask for some?” Jeanne asked. She could show the two outside what she looked like now.
    Eland slanted a glance at her. “I like that you’re willing to show off, but I’m keeping you to myself for now.”
    Why did Jeanne feel disappointment when he set aside the shaver and walked out the door? Jeanne should be relieved, or disgusted at him for touching her—disgusted at herself for wanting it.
    She didn’t. She’d simply lain back and enjoyed it.
    Eland returned very quickly with a small box. He set it down on the bedside table, opened it, and ran his hands across the bottles and tubes inside.
    “Judith has learned all about pleasure oils,” he said, sounding approving. “Rees works fast.”
    Eland chose a bottle, opened it, and rubbed the sweet-smelling oil over Jeanne’s pussy. The oil was cool, soothing, Eland’s hands, skilled.
    Jeanne gave a hum of pleasure. “That’s nice.”
    “It will keep you from irritation.” Eland leaned closer. “And ready you for what I want to do next.”
    “What do you want to do next?” Jeanne asked nervously. Would he roll on top of her and take what he wanted, as the patroller had claimed?
    “Hmm.” Eland looked her over, taking his time. “I don’t have what I need, not now. I’ll just have to make do.”
    He left the bed and caught up her tunic. Jeanne watched in curiosity while Eland twisted the tunic