to let them in.” She glanced at
Dredmore. “If you mean to fool them, milord, you two
had best get busy.”
He nodded, and once the cook departed he took my
arm and tugged me over to the bed.
I resisted. “Th ere’s no need for that. We can play
cards.”
He straightened my wig. “Cards, in a brothel. Yes,
that should be quite convincing.”
“Oh, very well.” I drew back the coverlet and sheets,
rumpling them in the process. “I’m not taking off my
clothes, and neither are you.”
“Agreed.” Dredmore turned me round and pushed
me onto my back, reaching to pull up my skirts. “New
lingerie?”
I glanced down and seized his wrists. “Borrowed, not
mine.” I heard a shriek from down the hall and cringed.
“Take off your jacket.”
Before he did Dredmore retrieved the champagne and
strawberries and brought them to the bed.
“Don’t bother with that,” I urged when he uncorked
the bottle with a loud pop. “Just come down here and
kiss me.”
“Men do not kiss harlots,” he said as he straddled me
and yanked at my bodice, tearing it open. “Not on the
mouth, anyway.”
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I muffl ed my own shriek as he poured some
champagne on my front. “Lucien.” Th e cold, bubbly stuff
felt shocking on my skin. “What are you—?”
As the door fl ung open he popped an over-large
strawberry in my mouth and put his to work on my
champagne-soaked skin.
“Police,” a rough voice called out, and I closed my eyes
briefl y.
Dredmore made a vague gesture I couldn’t see,
mesmerized as I was by the sight of his lips on my breast
and the feel of his tongue as he licked some drops of
champagne from one tight, reddened peak.
“We’re here for a woman,” the intruder added. “Name
of Charmian Kittredge.”
Dredmore raised his head an inch. “Th is one’s called
Ginger,” he said as he stared down at me and used one
hand to cover my now-rosy breast. “If you want her, you’ll
have to wait your turn. I’ll be another hour.”
A crude snicker answered him. “Not tonight, sir. Sorry
to bother.”
As soon as I heard the door slam I removed the
strawberry, which I’d bitten in half, from my mouth.
“Good.” I chewed and swallowed, and then on impulse
off ered him the rest. “Your reward, sir.”
Dredmore took a bite, watching me as he removed the
remainder from my grasp and brought my hand to his
mouth. One by one he sucked the traces of juice from my
fi ngers, causing a terrible heat to gather inside me. I could also feel his muscles tightening under his garms, and the
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hard bulge of his shaft now pressing between my legs.
“We can’t,” I whispered. “Th is is a pretense,
remember?”
“Is it?” His eyes gleamed as he lashed my palm with
his tongue before he caught my mouth with his.
Th e taste of the strawberry sweetened the kiss, which
was not at all sweet, but wet and deep and passionate,
and seemed to last an hour. I was very glad I was not a
harlot, I thought as I worked at the buttons of his shirt
and opened it to bare his chest. Th ey had no idea what
they were missing.
“I like this lingerie,” Dredmore mentioned as he
tugged the knickers out of the way and found the open
crotch with his hand.
“So do I.” As his fi ngers breeched me I arched up,
catching my breath when I felt my body receive him
with a soft slickness that should have been embarrassing.
“What if someone comes in?”
“I am a deathmage.” He shifted over me, reaching
down to open the front of his trousers. “I’ll kill them.”
“Lucien, you can’t, ah.” Words deserted me as he
worked the swollen head of his penis past my folds.
Nothing had ever felt so good, or so right, as the way
he came into me. I found my voice somewhere. “You’re
determined, then? I cannot persuade you—”
“Charmian.”
Dredmore. “If you mean to fool them, milord, you two
had best get busy.”
He nodded, and once the cook departed he took my
arm and tugged me over to the bed.
I resisted. “Th ere’s no need for that. We can play
cards.”
He straightened my wig. “Cards, in a brothel. Yes,
that should be quite convincing.”
“Oh, very well.” I drew back the coverlet and sheets,
rumpling them in the process. “I’m not taking off my
clothes, and neither are you.”
“Agreed.” Dredmore turned me round and pushed
me onto my back, reaching to pull up my skirts. “New
lingerie?”
I glanced down and seized his wrists. “Borrowed, not
mine.” I heard a shriek from down the hall and cringed.
“Take off your jacket.”
Before he did Dredmore retrieved the champagne and
strawberries and brought them to the bed.
“Don’t bother with that,” I urged when he uncorked
the bottle with a loud pop. “Just come down here and
kiss me.”
“Men do not kiss harlots,” he said as he straddled me
and yanked at my bodice, tearing it open. “Not on the
mouth, anyway.”
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I muffl ed my own shriek as he poured some
champagne on my front. “Lucien.” Th e cold, bubbly stuff
felt shocking on my skin. “What are you—?”
As the door fl ung open he popped an over-large
strawberry in my mouth and put his to work on my
champagne-soaked skin.
“Police,” a rough voice called out, and I closed my eyes
briefl y.
Dredmore made a vague gesture I couldn’t see,
mesmerized as I was by the sight of his lips on my breast
and the feel of his tongue as he licked some drops of
champagne from one tight, reddened peak.
“We’re here for a woman,” the intruder added. “Name
of Charmian Kittredge.”
Dredmore raised his head an inch. “Th is one’s called
Ginger,” he said as he stared down at me and used one
hand to cover my now-rosy breast. “If you want her, you’ll
have to wait your turn. I’ll be another hour.”
A crude snicker answered him. “Not tonight, sir. Sorry
to bother.”
As soon as I heard the door slam I removed the
strawberry, which I’d bitten in half, from my mouth.
“Good.” I chewed and swallowed, and then on impulse
off ered him the rest. “Your reward, sir.”
Dredmore took a bite, watching me as he removed the
remainder from my grasp and brought my hand to his
mouth. One by one he sucked the traces of juice from my
fi ngers, causing a terrible heat to gather inside me. I could also feel his muscles tightening under his garms, and the
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hard bulge of his shaft now pressing between my legs.
“We can’t,” I whispered. “Th is is a pretense,
remember?”
“Is it?” His eyes gleamed as he lashed my palm with
his tongue before he caught my mouth with his.
Th e taste of the strawberry sweetened the kiss, which
was not at all sweet, but wet and deep and passionate,
and seemed to last an hour. I was very glad I was not a
harlot, I thought as I worked at the buttons of his shirt
and opened it to bare his chest. Th ey had no idea what
they were missing.
“I like this lingerie,” Dredmore mentioned as he
tugged the knickers out of the way and found the open
crotch with his hand.
“So do I.” As his fi ngers breeched me I arched up,
catching my breath when I felt my body receive him
with a soft slickness that should have been embarrassing.
“What if someone comes in?”
“I am a deathmage.” He shifted over me, reaching
down to open the front of his trousers. “I’ll kill them.”
“Lucien, you can’t, ah.” Words deserted me as he
worked the swollen head of his penis past my folds.
Nothing had ever felt so good, or so right, as the way
he came into me. I found my voice somewhere. “You’re
determined, then? I cannot persuade you—”
“Charmian.”
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