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“Yeah, that’s better. So, baby…” He slid his hand from her shoulder down to the top of her breast.
    Her breath hitched. He’d never touched her breasts before. Would he now? A hint of moisture gathered between her legs.
    â€œSo…are you going to let me see those titties?”
    Her brows drew together. Not exactly the most romantic proposition. But then…she thought of his lips on her breasts, sucking on her nipples, and suddenly it didn’t matter. She wanted to try it.
    â€œI’ve been thinking all day about it, Trevon. And yes. I want you to be my—”
    â€œAbout time.” He jerked the bandeau top to below her breasts, and then she was naked from the waist up.
    The cool air tingled against her erect nipples, heightening their sensitivity. Oh gods. And soon his mouth would be on them. A man would be pleasing her.
    â€œDamn. You don’t have a lot to work with, baby, but I’ll try.”
    Humiliation hit hard and she jerked backward, her eyes wide. He may as well have called her flat-chested. Oh gods, how embarrassing. She should just leave now, before this got any worse.
    â€œAh, don’t get so defensive. I didn’t mean it like that.” He smiled that charming smile that had first made her stomach flip a few months ago. “If we get married I’ll use some of dad’s money to have larger breasts installed on you. But for now, I can still suck on them.”
    New breasts installed? She opened her mouth to argue, but he had already pulled her forward and now leaned over her. His lips wrapped around the tip of one nipple and he began to suck.
    It felt nice…but nothing too exciting. She tried to get into it, closing her eyes and moaning as he made loud, wet sucking sounds. This was what Misty had raved on and on about? Ugh. She’d rather stick to her clitabrator.
    He lifted his head. “Will you suck on my dick, baby?”
    Suck his dick? Her heart pounded, but not because she was excited. She’d never seen a penis and the thought of suddenly having his out in the open…Her stomach turned. The idea of sucking on it made her even queasier.
    This was too much. Too soon. And she wasn’t even sure she wanted to see Trevon’s erection right about now anyway.
    â€œI cannot stay. I’m sorry.” She jerked the bandeau top up over her breasts again. “We will have to meet later.”
    â€œBut you just got here!” he whined, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.
    â€œI know. Yes, and I am sorry. We have a new prisoner, and I forgot that I am needed.” She stood, and before he could protest again, ran back to the living quarters.

5
    H e shouldn’t have let her walk out those doors. Dillon did a spinning side kick and took out the collapsible mannequin, then waited—for the tenth time—for it to spring back up.
    Going aliaberry picking, my ass . The exercise mannequin sprang back into place and he kicked it back down with a roar. Where had her basket been? And who wore perfumed oil to pick berries?
    For two years he’d waited for Krystal to come of age. Waited quietly and patiently to make his claim on her. From the moment their relationship dynamics had changed that one summer day two years ago.
    They’d been swimming down at the Olasee River and she’d come out of the water half-naked, water dripping off the small curves of her pert breasts. She’d dragged him back in for a water fight, a young woman trying her legs at flirting and having fun. He’d not only lost the water fight that day, but his heart as well.
    Two years . He did a front kick to the head of the mannequin. And he’d wager his next money installment that today she’d been off meeting some other man.
    The mannequin popped back up, but he ignored it this time. He ground his teeth together and headed for the showers. Krystal belonged to him. Now he just had to find out who this asshole was