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Colt .45 from its leather holster and laid it out of harm’s way on the marble-topped chest behind them. The redhead drew the gun belt slowly from around his hips and tossed it aside. She touched the silver star on his chest, then her nimble fingers went to the buttons of his starched white shirt. Virgil Black removed the silver star, placing it beside his weapon, while she unbuttoned his shirt.
    Yanking the long shirt tails up out of his black twill trousers, she swept the opened shirt apart, leaned to him, and gave his dark, naked chest a warm, wet kiss. Quite adept at what she was doing, the Queen of the Silver Dollar had, within a few short minutes, completely undressed the tall Texas Ranger. His clothes, gun belt, and boots lay on the carpeted floor, and he stood, a bare brown hip against the marble-topped chest, Adam naked. She hadn’t yet removed so much as her high-heeled dancing slippers.
    She played with him, teasing him and tempting him, circling him, kissing his smooth clefted back and his bare, hair-covered chest and his drum-tight belly. Finally she took him in her soft warm hands and toyed enticingly with him. Soon, awed by the size and hardness of the throbbing flesh she held, she was murmuring, “You were right, Herr Kapitan. Everything is in proportion.” She stared down at him with widened emerald eyes, adding, “You are even bigger than I’d supposed. I am impressed.”
    “If you plan on staying impressed,” came his low, flat rejoinder, “you’d better get undressed and into that bed.”
    She nodded happily, gave his pulsing shaft one last gentle squeeze, and said, “Give me a little time to freshen up for you. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
    Virgil Black nodded as she hurried away and into her dressing room, assuring him she’d be “only a minute.” His aching tumescence bobbing on his belly, he walked to the bed, turned back the spread, and stretched out on the clean white sheets. He waited. And waited.
    His erection starting to wither, Virgil Black put a warm, gripping hand on himself, closed his eyes, and attempted to envision how his pretty red-haired companion would look without her clothes. He tried to imagine how she would feel when she was naked in his arms.
    But try as he might to keep himself in a state of hot arousal, the tired Texas Ranger was swiftly losing it. He was exhausted from too little rest and too much to drink. And she was taking too long to freshen up.
    He passed out.
    Inside her small dressing room, the Queen of the Silver Dollar had stripped off all her clothes. She took a refreshing sponge bath so she’d be nice and clean for the handsome Texas Ranger. She undid her hair and brushed it out so that it would spill around her bare shoulders. After dabbing her most expensive perfume between her full breasts, behind her ears and knees, and on the insides of her thighs, she slipped on a slinky robe of shimmering white satin trimmed with white ostrich feathers. She tied the robe’s sash at her waist, then purposely pushed the feather-trimmed lapels wide apart so that her full breasts would be half-revealed.
    Sliding her bare feet into a pair of white satin house slippers, she eagerly hurried out to join her Ranger.
    Her smile quickly turning to a frown, the Queen of the Silver Dollar sighed with bitter disappointment when she saw that the lanky, naked Ranger was sound asleep. Miffed, and frustrated, she paced back and forth for a few uncertain minutes, before kicking off her house slippers and removing her satin robe.
    Naked, she crawled in next to the sprawled Ranger. She snuggled close, pressing her bare, soft body against his hard length while she leaned over his face and licked at his lips, murmuring, “Come on, handsome, vake up.”
    She ran her hands over his hard muscled frame. She tickled his broad chest. She pressed wet, tongue-probing kisses to his hard belly. She cupped his groin warmly, caressed his flaccid flesh in an all-out attempt to make it spring