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Her gaze lowered to my chest as her free hand pressed into my plaid.

“Do we have to wait to...” She swallowed, her tongue running over that same lip in one of the most brazen displays I had ever seen.

“My, my, Elodie.” I captured her small wrist, preventing her digits from exploring my jaw. “How captivating you are.”

“That can’t be right.” The darks of her eyes swelled as she gazed into my eyes. “For it is I who is captive.”

“That is a matter of opinion, doe bheag.”

“Hardly.” She squirmed on my lap, stirring my already eager cock. “I am the one without clothes, without my possessions, and without hope of liberation.”

“You want liberation?”

Her eyes were the most alluring blue I had ever seen. They reminded me of the deep mysteries of the ocean, and I swore if I leaned a little closer, I could leap into their watery solace.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Isn’t that what everyone wants?”

“I have never thought of it,” I admitted. “I was always happy to hunt and play my part in the village.”

Until now...

I did not vocalize the final words, but they were there, begging to be spoken.

Until I laid eyes on you and everything changed, doe bheag.

“I think you would feel differently if our roles were reversed.” Her fingers gently tugged my stubble, despite my hand holding her wrist. “I think you would seek freedom.”

“Perhaps.” By the gods, I adored the feel of her playing with my hair. “But I fear I did not answer your question earlier.”

“Oh.” Once more, she writhed against me. “Yes, I forgot.”

The pools of heat growing on her cheeks suggested she had done nothing of the sort, but I let it go. The prospect of what was to come was far too enticing to pulverize.

“Well?” Her tone was tentative. “Must we wait?”

“We should.” My hand rose from her waist, settling in her hair. “Although I should prefer not to. I assume the matter does not concern you?”

“Concern me?” She stifled laughter. “No, Jeemie. I’m sorry to disappoint, but I am no virgin.”

“I am not disheartened, believe me.” My fingers tightened in her glorious tresses. “I have always thought purity is an overrated asset.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Her breaths were ragged as I heightened the tension in her hair.

“So, we have an understanding?” The swelling below my plaid was certain, but the rest of me wanted to be sure.

“Aye.” She laughed gently as she tried the word.

“You mock me, doe bheag?” I arched a brow, relishing the way her nipples pebbled at the feigned admonishment.

“No, Jeemie.” Leaning forward, she tugged against my fingers, and feeling generous, I permitted her to close the distance between us.

“If you did, I would have to spank you again.” Pressing her against me, there was nowhere for the ravishing brunette to go. “But this time, I would do so in private and ensure you were properly chastised.”

“I don’t want to go through that again.” Her tone was breathless.

“Then, doe bheag, you had better behave yourself.”

Chapter Twenty-Three