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grinned, “but I think my pelt is
more like a tiger’s than a lion’s.”
    Anthea made a face of exaggerated pity. “I am
sorry to tell you that your pelt is much more like a ginger tom cat
than that of a tiger.”
    “Damn, I was hoping you would fall for the
tiger simile and tremble before me.” He sighed forlornly. “If I
look like a cat, do I at least get petted?”
    “Most assuredly, but who will put the bell on
you? If Aesop’s fables taught me nothing else it is that no one
wishes to bell the cat.” Anthea reached over and ran her hand down
the side of his head, twisting her fingers slightly in his tawny
locks.
    He took her wrist and turned her hand to his
lips, kissing her on the sensitive skin of her palm. Her libido
immediately caused her brain to soften and her nipples to
harden.
    “No need to worry. I’ve come with bells
already on, to make sure you noticed me.”
    She looked into his viridian eyes. “I promise
you, there is no need for bells to get my attention. You already
have it at your command.”
     
     
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    Lucillus released her hand and cupped her
cheek. In an unhurried manner he leaned forward and pressed his
perfect lips against hers. It was an undemanding kiss, almost
chaste. He laid feathery kisses on her mouth, waiting for her to
open to him on her own.
    Anthea tipped her face up slightly, relishing
the sensation of his long fingers sliding into her hair, and parted
her lips in welcome.
    He pulled her forward and deepened the kiss.
He tasted like the wine they had been drinking, and he was
affecting her the same way. Her head swam as Lucillus moved over
her, easing her back until she was lying down.
    Once Anthea had both hands free she ran them
up along Lucillus’s hard chest. Her fingers dug into the breadth of
shoulders and she arched upwards to increase her contact with his
body. She had been waiting so long for this, and it was turning out
to be even better than she had hoped for. Just his kisses were more
exciting than anything either of her husbands had been able to do.
Anthea had enjoyed sex, and found obtaining orgasm not to be
particularly difficult, but she had never yearned for a man to be
inside her the way she wanted Lucillus at that moment.
    In response to her tightening grip and
enthusiastic reception, Lucillus began kissing her more fiercely,
with more heat. His hand fisted in her hair, dislodging her
carefully arranged tresses. He tightened his grip hard enough to
pull, but not to hurt. She discovered that the sensation was
profoundly erotic. She moaned her pleasure and kissed him back even
more passionately, finally nibbling the full bottom lip she had
coveted for a year. By all the gods, the man could kiss. Even if he
kissed her nowhere else on her body she was ready for him, her
cunna hot and wet and aching with need.
    Using the hand buried in her curls, he tugged
her head back, exposing her throat for his attention. He kissed and
licked and nipped a path down to her collar bones and up to her
ear. When his teeth lightly closed around her earlobe she bucked
underneath him because the feeling was so intensely
pleasurable.
    She could feel him fighting to get his other
hand free of the heavy folds of his toga. Anthea knew that on the
whole men thought the garment was a blasted nuisance to wear, and
had never agreed with them more.
    “Why in the futuo did I wear a toga?”
Lucillus muttered against her neck, making her giggle in spite of
her arousal.
    Finally, his other hand slipped beneath her
back, and crushed her to him even more tightly. His knee nudged her
legs open, and his muscular thigh pressed against her pubis,
pouring oil on the fire already raging through her.
    She ran her hands down his back, reveling in
the way the hard muscles tensed and moved under her touch. His
mouth moved back down her neck and onto the point of her shoulder
where the fibulae of her stola were coming apart. From her shoulder
his mouth moved down over the silk of her tunic,