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 Because I m curious. Fearing that she might bolt, he placed his hands gently on her shoulders. Not
holding her but reminding her that she should stay.  Tell me how good it felt to have him on his knees,
worshiping you with his mouth.
She shook her head in denial, but he could see her nipples straining against the fabric of her bodice.
Standing this near, he felt her heat rise, giving off more of her delightful fragrance. Slowly, carefully, he
maneuvered her around until she faced the erotic statue while he stood behind her.
 Look at her face. Lowering his lips to the edge of her ear, he whispered,  Look at the pleasure she
derives from submission. Pressing his cock against the split of her bottom caused her to gasp, but she
didn t move away.  Even bound, she strains to meet his thrust.
Trailing his hands from her shoulders to the top of her dress, he slid his fingertips along the edge of
the fabric that encircled her chest. Involuntarily she arched, pressing her breasts up to meet his touch and
forcing her bottom into closer contact with his cock. Her firm softness through the layers of fabric was far
more arousing than actual contact could ever be.
Errion took a deep breath to steady himself.  Tell me the truth, Farjika, you ve never thought about
being bound before tonight?
 No. Her answer came out swiftly, forcefully and almost defensively.
 But now, it s all you can think about.
Her lips parted in automatic denial, but she closed them ever so slowly, her head shaking back and
forth, her delicately arched brows lowered in confusion.
 Imagine yourself as that woman.
Her gaze went instinctively toward the statue.
 Silky rope binds your arms behind your back, putting you at the mercy of the man before you. He
hesitated then decided he would have only one chance to plant the seed, so he forged ahead. He grabbed her
wrists before she could react and pulled them behind her back. When she dropped her head, exhaling a long
whimpering sigh of surrender, she said more than words ever could.
Is it real, or just smoke and mirrors?
The Brass Box
© 2010 K.M. Mahoney
As a member of the British gentry, Marcus Fleetwood-Smythe s life is an endless round of
responsibility and duty. Charged with finding a magician for his sister s upcoming wedding, he ventures
out into the pouring rain and finds Teague, whose free spirit calls to Marcus. And makes him hunger for
anything and everything his position won t allow him to have.
Teague s stock in trade are his wandering feet and the rather odd lineage that takes the wonders he
performs on stage beyond the ordinary. But there s nothing more magical than the sparks that fly between
him and Marcus. Except the duty-bound Marcus fears letting go of a life that s smothering him almost as
much as he fears discovery.
Desire fans the flames until it flares into forbidden passion, leaving Marcus poised on the precipice of
the most frightening choice of his life. Risk everything for the man who holds his heart& or watch his one
chance at forever vanish in a puff of smoke.
Warning: Two stubborn men, one steamy carriage ride, and a little bit of magic may produce more
than a few sparks.
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 I want to thank you for participating in my performance, Teague remarked absently, wandering the
room with a leisurely air, touching things here and there in Marcus s study. Marcus had the unsettling
feeling that Teague was seeing far more than most people did. Seeing him in the objects he chose to
surround himself with.
 It was utterly fascinating, Marcus admitted.  Though I do have several questions. Glass clinked
gently as he pulled the stopper from the decanter and poured them both a snifter of excellent French
brandy.
 Ah, a magician never reveals the tricks of his trade.
Their fingers met briefly when Marcus passed over the drink. They shared a small smile.
Teague tossed his alcohol back with a quick motion.  There, amenities dispensed with. His voice
still rang with the trace of upper-class accent he used when performing.  Shall we proceed to the fun and
games?
Marcus choked. He gaped in an open-mouthed impression of a fish.
Teague threw back his head and laughed, a rich sound that resonated deep in Marcus s gut.  God,
man, you re absolutely gorgeous.
Strong hands wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him close. Marcus s glass dropped to the floor
and bounced on the plush rug as Teague s mouth crashed down on his.
Thought vanished. Marcus wrapped his fingers in Teague s thick hair and held on. With a huge sense
of relief, he consigned his inner demons to oblivion. The kiss left room for nothing else. No thought, no
duty, just feeling and a lust that raged out of control.
They fought for dominance, tongues tangling. Someone moaned. Marcus thought it might have been
him.
He pulled back, gasping for breath.  Bloody damn.
 Agreed.
Marcus took two steps back and they landed on the small sofa. Teague grabbed the back for balance
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