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into a savage grimace—a gargoyle intimidation to ward off unwelcome visitors.
    It was a stance he’d perfected. The many times she’d studied him in his statue form, his pose had never altered.
    Mesmerized, Loretta watched as living, breathing tissue hardened into a rigid carving of stone.
    She took a couple of steps forward, her heels sinking into the lawn as she faced him. “I know so little about you.” She tilted her head to one side, studying the superb lines of his stone form. “I don’t even know if you can hear me right now, if you can see me.”
    She ran a hand over the cold, muscular planes of his shoulders and upraised arms. A shiver chased goose bumps over her skin. “I have no idea if you can even feel me while I touch you,” she whispered.
    Her hand drifted low, to outline his cock. It must take superhuman—paranormal?—self-control to ensure every part of his body looked the same, night after night. He no longer had an erection but his cock was still impressive. She could only imagine—vividly—what his superb equipment would feel like inside her.
    A current of heat hit her pussy dead center. She closed her eyes with a ragged sigh, skimming a hand under the hem of her dress before sliding her fingers inside her panties. Parting the already slippery, wet folds of her vulva, she scraped a nail along her aching clit.
    Her breath snagged, her lids flicked half-open. Her inert gargoyle was now a hazy silhouette. “See what you’ve reduced me to?” she said on a gasp, hot tingles firing along the countless nerve endings in her cunt and ricocheting through her body in ever-increasing waves.
    She threw her head back, her fingers stroking in rhythmic circles. “I hope you can see me,” she said hoarsely. “Because it would be killing you right now, wishing it was your touch making me come…” With a startled groan, she did exactly that, electric pulses making her quiver again and again.
    She let out a ragged breath and pulled her hand free, allowing her dress to flutter back into place. “Whoa,” she murmured weakly, stunned at the ferocity and suddenness of her self-gratification. But then, bringing herself to orgasm felt doubly pleasurable knowing Cray might be watching.
    Her fingers glistened. She raised them slowly to her mouth, staring deliberately at his fierce, stone face as she inserted a forefinger into her mouth and sucked away its musky sweetness.
    “I would much prefer to lick my juices off your cock,” she said huskily.
    “Loretta! There you are.”
    Passion instantly dissipated. Loretta dropped her hand and turned to face her father’s right-hand man—her unofficial minder in daylight hours—as he approached. “Max.”
    He nodded his styled blond head but his warm brown eyes hardened upon seeing her swathed in a man’s coat. His nostrils dilated as if he’d caught a whiff of her cum in the breeze. “I see you’ve been enjoying yourself again.”
    Her eyes narrowed at his surly tone. Yes, they’d had a week-long fling a few months ago but he’d known the score. With the exception of Cray, she just wasn’t a one-man type of girl. As far as she was concerned, relationships were for the needy.
    Besides, didn’t he ever sleep? It was the early hours of the morning for heaven’s sakes! “I had a good night.” She raised her chin. If only Max knew it was really Cray’s jacket she wore! “And he certainly didn’t complain.”
    He’d been too drunk to care.
    Max stopped before her. “ He? ” An unpleasant smile curled the corners of his lips. “Tell me, do you even know his name?”
    Her spine snapped tight. “Since when do I discuss my private life with the hired help?”
    Damn. Where had those words come from? She’d never once felt more superior for being born into wealth—most times, quite the opposite. But it was too late to offer an apology now. Much too late if the grim look on Max’s face was anything to go by.
    “One day you’ll discover the sting of