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hole. The rest swiftly followed, coaxed into surrender—as she was herself—by the baron’s agile and dexterous mechanical hand. When he pushed the garment forward, over her shoulders and down her arms, she reveled in the rush of air that cooled her fevered skin.
    “I must tell you,” she whispered. “My brother, Thomas, aspires to work for you.”
    “I will train him myself.”
    The largesse of his quick offer and the joy it would bring to Thomas softened her heart. “That isn’t why I want you.”
    “I wouldn’t care if it was.”
    Annie glanced over her shoulder, her heartbeat faltering at his beauty. “Why not?”
    He brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek. “Clearly a man with my embellishments would benefit considerably by an association with an engineer of your skill, but that does not mitigate the fact that it’s the living parts of me that need you most. Requiring each other for more than sex is a blessing, Bella, not a curse.”
    She lifted her arms over her head, wrapping them around his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers. His kiss curled her toes. Lush and deep, he took her mouth with a fierce possessiveness. He ate at her, licking and suckling in a manner that had her writhing against him, seeking the kind of closeness that required bared skin.
    The remainder of her clothes were swiftly shed—her shirt and skirt, pantalettes and stockings. When he freed the stays of her corset with a hiss of compressed air, she sighed along with the sound, her inhibitions stripped away with her attire. Not that she’d had all that many by the time he touched her. The baron had been seducing her from the moment he commissioned the lovebirds. The journey to this point, both mental and actual, had only lured her deeper under his spell.
    “Annabelle.” He cupped her breasts through her chemise, lifting their moderate weight and kneading gently, just as she’d imagined mere moments before. He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and her head fell back against his shoulder, her lips parting on rapid breaths. Both of his hands were warm, his touch both reverent and rapacious. Her nerve endings woke from their extended dormancy, prickling with near-painful intensity. She grew slick and hot between her legs, her sex throbbing with greedy hunger.
    Her fingers slid through the long, thick strands of his hair to reach his nape. She stroked him there, shivering when he groaned. Her hips began to rock in small circles, deliberately massaging his cock with her derriere. “My lord…”
    The baron nipped her ear with his teeth and clutched her possessively between her thighs. “Raphael,” he corrected. “I want to hear you say it.”
    His lips moved across her nape, caressing, goading without words. Her heartbeat stuttered.
    “Raphael.”
Clutching fistfuls of courage along with her chemise, Annie pulled the garment’s hem to her waist, the material sliding between his gentle grip and her tender flesh.
    He parted the lips of her sex with scissoring fingers. “I’m going to put my mouth here and lick you. Make you come.”
    Annie sagged against him, slicking his artificial hand with the liquid proof of her desire.
    The use of that hand told her that he knew her. Understood her. There were few who collected her appreciation for mechanization. Even Thomas wondered at her fascination with well-oiled and effortlessly moving parts. He didn’t comprehend the thrill she felt, the rush of excitement and pleasure. She wasn’t certain she understood it, but there was no denying her attraction to the baron. All of him. The parts pulsing and breathing with life, and the metallic ones having those very effects on her.
    “I want my mouth on you, too,” she confessed. She would start at his lips and work her way down his arm, sucking each copper finger before performing the same service to his cock.
    “It will be.” Raphael caught her by the waist and lifted her, eliciting a soft cry of surprise. He