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would he have thought that a simple game in which he started out ahead would end up convoluted beyond reasonable logic.
    Bella sighed. “More than me, I wager, though, I shall discard my hair jewel. It is so small as to go unnoticed, so it will not be missed. Now, My Lord Daranton, what choose you to lose?” Two pairs of scintillating eyes fixed on his face, both gleaming with interest.
    He shrugged out of his jacket, not without difficulty as it was made to follow the contours of his body. What Debson would think of the state it would be in, he hardly dared hazard a thought.
    “And?”
    He chuckled. “Are you this impatient in bed, my dear Arabella? I will take great pleasure in showing you the joys of restraint.” A gleam in her eyes showed she understood his double entendre and appreciated it. He untied his cravat and threw it onto a chair. “There. I have fulfilled this round.” He walked toward the table where he had placed the decanter of port, and at their nods of assent, poured three glasses.
    “To your health, and to our successful liaison. Long may they all last.” He handed the girls a glass each, noticed how they sniffed the contents with seeming appreciation, and likewise appeared to take pleasure in the taste. Serena saw his glance and successfully interpreted it.
    “Trite, but true. We enjoy the taste.”
    Ivo nodded. “Good, so you will not be displeased to taste it on our tongues when we kiss. Now, Serry?”
    “You, Your Grace, are a tyrant.”
    “Not a tyrant, my dear, merely impatient.” He looked at her over his goblet.
    Serena put down her own crystal and affected a thinking pose. “Now what shall I remove next?”
    His cock was wondering that as well.
    “Ah, yes, perhaps not my other earring this time? Too obvious, methinks. So my sandal it has to be.”
    Ivo began to suspect he had met his match in, perchance, every which way.
    Bella also removed a shoe. For his two items, after a tussle, his boots joined their single shoes. Their second shoes followed, as did his stockings, Serena’s other earring, and another hair jewel previously unnoticed by him from Arabella. If he hadn’t felt it impossible, he could almost suspect them of adding accessories as they played.
    “So, Your Grace, now I believe, as you might say, this is where it gets interesting?” Arabella was amused, her mouth curving into laughter as she regarded his ever-increasing pile of discarded clothing.
    He shrugged mentally. Why spin things out? Ignoring his fob watch, which he had left with his jacket as he felt sure the girls would declare it null and void, and signet ring, he undid the buttons on his shirt, watching their reactions as he slowly revealed his toned torso. Those reactions were all he could have wished for. Indrawn breaths, avid looks, and even a sigh of satisfaction. He threw his shirt in the general direction of his cravat, moved his hands to the waistband of his pantaloons. Even through the layers of muslins, he could see nipples peaking.
    “Are you as excited as I?” he queried. “Wet, hot, aroused?” They nodded, not speaking, their eyes never leaving the movement of his hands. “Good, for soon we will be all of those and so much more.”
    He began to guide his pantaloons lower and watched as Serena took hold of one of Arabella’s hands. No signs of female outrage or false modesty, purely two incredibly arousing looks of interest. This was one moment he gave thanks for the lessons of patience he had been taught high up in those mountains so far away.
    His cock, as it was released from its confinement, sprang to attention, hard, erect, and eager for ministration. Like the previous night, neither girl could take her gaze off its glory. Tonight, however, he was not asking them to attend to it. Not yet, anyway. Peeling his pants the rest of the way down his legs, he kicked them away, and then stood tall, his naked body gleaming in the soft light. He saw it reflected over and over in the mirrors and