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she returned to her goal at the front of his breeches. His cock was now long and fully upright beneath the fabric. Between her thighs she grew hot and wet. With a hum of approval, she clasped him firmly. “How satisfying it would be, to mount such a fine weapon.”
    He cursed beneath his breath, glanced quickly down the corridor one more time, then his lips tightened as he watched her unbutton his cassock to gain better access.
    Jessie noticed then how he towered over her, and how self-assured he was. Virile, wayward and mysterious, he was a tempting man. She wanted to pleasure him. She wanted that and more. When his cock bounced free, she embraced it and found it hot to the touch. Reaching below with her other hand, she cupped his sac. His ballocks responded, lifting. If he were on his back she would happily straddle and ride him. Everything about him made her feel lusty, had her core clasping needily. She wanted to hold fast to the bars of the cell while she begged him to rut her from behind. Her hand slid around the shaft and she measured its girth with an impressed sigh, her cunny damp to the tops of her thighs.
    Quick as a flash his hand closed over hers, locking her in place. For a moment she thought he was about to stop her.Then her heart beat wildly when she caught sight of the dare in his expression.
    â€œThey will burn you thrice over, witch-whore,” he commented, “if they see you making lewd with a minister.”
    Jessie’s breath caught in her throat, her spirit flaring as she met his challenging stare. The sinful glint in his eyes made him look less like a minister than any man she had ever seen.
    Her hand tightened on his shaft and she licked her lips. “If I am to burn, I would prefer it be for a good reason.”

TWO
    AS SOON AS HER PRETTY MOUTH CLOSED OVER his cock end Gregor knew it would not be enough. He would have to delve between her pale thighs and possess her. As she knelt before him and worked him with gusto, it only made him eager to sample more of her talents. Was that her intention?
    If so, he doubted her sanity. They were both in danger of incarceration, with her so flagrantly disregarding his disguise. The fact that the guard was but a few strides away only seemed to make her bolder. It was madness. Raining kisses on his shaft, she clutched his ballocks and sucked his crown into her hot, damp mouth.
    His cock reached, and when it did she ran her teeth along its underside, an act that almost undid him there and then. When he cursed beneath his breath she growled in her throat, which vibrated along his length as she did so, adding a new element to the experience. She was an impetuous lass and he knew he should put a stop to it, but her forthright, lusty manner only made his need for release greater.
    She glanced up at him and the flickering candlelight caught the desire that burned bright in her eyes. Gregor saw why she had gained such a notorious title—a harlot indeed, for she surely did enjoy her trade. He could no more stop this than he could melt the bars that contained them. It was an unfamiliar experience to have his plans complicated by a woman. Gregor attempted to caution himself. It was his enemy he wanted her to distract, although her tenacity showed she would be good for the task he had in mind.
    Even so, the urge to pin and have her grew with each stroke of her tongue along his length. The guard was no threat, for he’d readily believed Gregor’s claim to be a visiting minister assisting the local kirk. If they remained quiet, perhaps it would be possible. With his hands on her hair, Gregor clasped her head while she milked him with her mouth. “You know no shame.”
    Her eyelids lifted and she pulled free, sighing most contentedly as she did so. “That much is true, but I sense no admonishment in your comment, sire.”
    There was humor in her tone. While she spoke she held his straining cock in one hand, and then she dipped her