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free of his trousers. There was much in the man’s words. Determination, yes, but also a tenderness he would never have expected.
    Before he could say anything more on the matter, Tessa stepped out of what must be the dressing room. A diaphanous nightgown dressed her amazing form and his mouth went dry. This night he would finally have her.
    “Are you ready, my sweet?” D’Bushey asked her.
    She looked at the man as he stripped down to his smalls, and nodded. Even Angel could see D’Bushey’s cock was rigid with wanting. Would he keep his word tonight and let Angel take her?
    Angel refused to let the couple’s obvious intimacy deter him. In for a pence, in for a pound. He wanted her, and they had a gentlemen’s agreement. “You look beautiful, Tessa.”
    She gave him a small smile and settled in the middle of the big bed. D’Bushey kissed her deeply then knelt at her feet, lifting her gown to reveal the loveliest legs Angel had ever seen. Long, shapely, and very pale. Her lover’s hands were dark in comparison, stroking her flesh until she closed her eyes and purred with delight.
    Angel stripped as well, though he couldn’t bring himself to take his trousers off just yet. He joined them on the bed and settled near her narrow waist, watching as her every breath lifted her breasts. Her nipples were peaked shadows beneath the fine fabric, tempting him to touch her. He slowly brought his hand to her and did so, running his palm over one pert nub.
    “Oh!” she gasped.
    He glanced down to see that she was bared to her waist now. He could glimpse the dark curls adorning her pussy. Beautiful. Her breasts beckoned again and he untied her nightgown, letting the garment fall open. Her breasts were exquisite, round and full with nipples a shade darker than her lips. “My God.”
    He stared down at her, his every muscle tense, until D’Bushey’s laughter reached him. “What?” he snapped.
    “She is not a marble statue to be admired, LeClare. Touch her. Taste her.”
    Angel looked up at Tessa’s face and knew she wanted him to do just that. Her eyes were dark, her luscious lips parted. He tweaked one nipple while he brought his mouth to the other. One lick led to two, and then he closed his lips over the nub and suckled.
    “Oh, Angel.” She sighed.
    He vaguely heard D’Bushey say something, but he was lost to everything but her taste and texture. She began to move, thrashing about, and he glanced at the other man. He stroked her inner thighs, his fingers coming closer and closer to her pussy. The salty-sweet scent of her arousal reached Angel.
    “Ah, Tessa,” D’Bushey rasped. “With every lick, with every nibble, your—Angel is making you ready.”
    Angel knew he wouldn’t call him her betrothed, not now. Not ever.
    “Please, Alex!” she cried.
    “What, my sweet?” he returned.
    “Oh, please,” she cried again.
    Angel sucked and teethed her nipples as he watched Alex out of the corner of his eye. Alex flicked one thumb over her clit, and she bucked in response. Increasing his own tender assault on her breasts, Angel breathlessly awaited the man’s next move. She was strung tight now, on the verge of climax, and he couldn’t wait to see her come.
    “Angel, please,” she whimpered, her eyes beseeching him. “Oh, Alex!”
    Alex buried his face between her thighs and she screamed her release. Alex ate her, moaning his own pleasure, and Angel pulled back and watched as Tessa rode Alex’s tongue.
    “Oh, yes!” she gasped.
    Alex dropped a kiss on her belly as she recovered. “I shall never tire of your taste.” He stood beside the bed, beckoning to Angel. “Are you ready?”
    Angel glanced down at Tessa, seeing the pleasure still coloring her cheeks and rushing her breath, and nodded.
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    Alex watched as Angel stood and unbuttoned his trousers. He let out a whistle as Angel’s cock sprang free. “Keeping that under wraps, eh?”
    Angel looked down at his cock in apparent puzzlement. “I