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over the miniscule rhinestone studded cups. He wanted to tongue her hard nipples Erotic sensations streaked through him as he imagined mounting her, and sliding his cock between their firm flesh.
    She stepped closer, drawing his attention lower to her shapely hips. He was mesmerized by their sway, the movement seductive, sensual, compelling him to taste her.
    The clear gems sprinkled across her sheer panties twinkled in the dim light. He licked his dry lips. The burning desire to kiss the lacey V at the apex of her thighs, suckle her clit through the thin material, and graze a finger along her folds brought sweat to his brow.
    She slid the bra straps down her shoulders. His heart thudded, banging against his ribcage. He stood—
    “Earth to Vic. Come in, Vic.”
    A hand shook his shoulder and slammed him into the present.
    “Um, you might want to let go, big time.”
    He glanced at his hands wadding her undergarments into a knot. Souložit . Fuck, what the hell could he say and not appear an old lecher? “I apologize. My mind must have taken a short vacation.”
    “Yeah, right.” She laughed. “Don’t even think I’ll buy that one, big guy.”
    Dragan smiled. Even in a dire situation she still enjoyed life enough to make amusing retorts. A wonderful asset more women should embrace. And even though she owned the sexiest lingerie he’d ever had the pleasure to fondle, Lacey Blake was not a whore. The lady had style. But time was short and he needed to move forward and not dwell on her attributes.
    He pursed his lips and was not sure how to best measure Lacey’s shapely body without appearing to molest her, especially after making a fool of himself over her delicate things. He did not trust himself to hold back and not wrap her in his arms and kiss her until she begged him to make love to her.
    Make love to her?
    Obviously that thought was formed wrong. Or was it?
    Kersati , how the hell could he have become so affected by this young woman in a matter of an hour? His hands fisted tight at his sides.
    “Do you have a tape measure?”
    He shook his head, not trusting the right words to travel past his lips.
    A grin spread across her face and carried to her bright hazel eyes, eyes that saw deep into his soul.
    “Then how do you plan to do this? String? Belt?” Her voice echoed the humor radiating from her face. “Silk scarves?”
    He raised his hands, the fingers spread wide as if he were testing melons in the market. Disgusted by his absurd action, he jammed them into his trouser pockets.
    Lacey shook her head. “Nothing’s going to happen if you don’t make it happen.”
    She reached for his wrists. When he dug them deeper into his pockets, she laughed. Souložit , his balls were drawn so tight they hurt.
    “Perhaps the solution is to take one of your dresses to Magda.” Magda was a genius at creating costumes. That will work! It has to work. Proud of himself for finding an easy answer, he stood a little straighter. “It is no problem. She will know how to match the size for a gown.”
    “Magda?” The smile dropped from her face, her lips drawn tight. “Not a companion, right? Just a friend? One you know well enough to borrow her clothes.”
    She folded her arms beneath her large breasts, as if offering them to him, until he focused on her expression. Fire shot from her eyes. He was grateful he was made of flesh and not wood, or he would have gone up in flames.
    “She is a longtime friend, and no, I do not borrow her clothes, at least not before. Magda designs costumes for the cinema producers who film in Prague.”
    Harrumph .
    He stifled his laugh, not wanting to create an argument with a woman who looked like she would castrate him given any reason.
    “Anyhow, I can’t help you there…no dresses in this bag.” She patted the cracked leather.
    “What of this nurse uniform you mentioned?”
    “Ah, not going to work.” She shook her head and the last of her curls spilled out onto her