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cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. Devlin deepened the kiss, his hand lost in the waves of Molly’s red hair.
    Molly traced her hand along his square jaw line, the muscle jerked beneath her touch.
    Devlin pulled away and shrugged out of his garments. “Look at me.”
     She stepped back, not wasting a moment longer on divulging the sight of his well-formed body. His arms bulged with tight muscles, his chest, smooth and contoured. A thin line of soft brown hair ran down his flat stomach toward his pelvic bone. His bold shaft stood hard and firm against a thatch of curly brown hair.
    All virile, all male.
    “Touch me,” Devlin said. The pulse on the side of his neck throbbed.
    Molly moved closer, her hands shaking. She lightly bit her bottom lip as she touched the smooth skin on his torso.
    His eyes stared into hers, communicating the hunger beneath the wanting.
    Her hands ran slowly down his broad chest toward his erection. She was about to caress something that had always been forbidden. Something mysterious. Molly had never touched a man so intimately. She should feel awkward and ashamed of her innocence, but nothing felt so right than to embrace this man’s body. As if he were made for her and her for him.
    She clasped his firm shaft with curiosity, lightly cupping the length of his smooth manhood with both her hands. He swayed and Molly gazed up. His nostrils flared when he took a deep breath. His eyes glazing with a hunger that sent her stomach fluttering. She was affecting him, and it made her senses soar.
    Swallowing, she rubbed him up and down, enjoying watching the small detail on his face change with every passing moment. The vein on his neck grew darker, the muscles on his chest and arms hardened while his breath deepened.
    He closed his eyes as if he were in torture. “Stop.”
    She did not want to stop. She wanted to keep going, but he grabbed her wrist and lured her toward Yvette on the blanket. Following behind him, she took the chance to peek at his buttocks. Each tanned cheek moved with supple firmness. She itched to touch them, kiss and bite them.
    Devlin helped her onto the blanket next to Yvette, while he lay down between them. Propping up on his elbows, he said to Yvette, “I want you to show Molly how to please a man with her mouth.”
    Molly caught her breath. His raw charisma was so potent, his confidence, intoxicating.
    A twinkle entered Yvette’s large blue eyes, her face red with eagerness. She sat up, running her delicate hand down Devlin’s hard body until she clasped his engorged shaft.
    “Come closer , ma chérie , do not be afraid,” Yvette instructed. “A man’s cock is a most wondrous object.” Her hand moved slowly up and down while she leaned over to flick her tongue across the narrow slit on the head. “Devlin and I are old friends. I know what he likes and what will make him peak.”
    Molly could not tear her gaze away from Devlin’s impressive erection. Its smooth helmet glistened with the moisture of the maid’s tongue.
    Yvette continued, “Use your hand at the base and guide the cock into your mouth, using a slight sucking motion.”
    Devlin’s hard flesh disappeared into the maid’s trim mouth, her curly blond hair bounced as her head bobbed up and down.
    Collapsing his elbows, he fell onto his back and groaned. The animalist growl sent ripples of arousal through her. It seemed the mighty marquess was completely at the mercy of Yvette’s mouth. Molly liked the thought that she too could have the same power over this magnificent man.
    “Now your turn,” the maid said.
    Tentatively, Molly clasped his erection in the same manner as the maid and wrapped her tongue around the head of the penis. It felt foreign to her tongue—warm, stiff and inviting. She opened her lips wider, slowly allowing the inside of her mouth to encompass all of his flesh.
    “That’s it. Take all of me into your sweet mouth.”
    With more confidence, Molly sucked, licked and fondled his cock