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shoulders.
    “Why not? It is much like a dress and must fit you. You have worn this garment.”
    Her laughter sang out on a sad note. “Yeah, but not for long.”
    Costume. What category of man would require props when he had Lacey in his bed? He stared at her and was pleased a blush crawled up her slender neck.
    Teeth gnashed together as he made a decision. “I will measure you myself.”
    Her eyes widened. She swiped her moist tongue over her full lips and held her arms straight out. His cock twitched as her rounded breasts pushed against her knit shirt, her stiff nipples poking toward him, separating the fabric until her brown points threatened to split the inadequate threads.
    He cleared his throat, stalling for time and to gain some measure of courage.
    Her eyes lit up, and a small smile curved her pink lips. “Maybe you should start with the length.”
    She took one step forward, then another, filling his space.
    “My, you are a tall stud.”
    Her upturned face barely reached his shoulder. His hand trembled as he glided it from her shoulder to his chest.
    “Should you be writing this down?” Her eyes twinkled, confirming the laughter in her voice. “You know, measure for measure so your friend will get the size right.”
    “I have an excellent memory.” Or at least he used to until this free-spirited woman came into his life.
    “Ah, hand-eye coordination, eh?”
    He grunted. Next he had to feel her breasts. Lord, he prayed he could do this as easily and purely as if he were gauging a cousin’s size.
    She straightened her shoulders, and her full breasts bounced.
    “Stand still.” His words came out thick and gruff.
    She giggled as if she knew exactly the torment he suffered and enjoyed it.
    “ Biti. ” He groaned. “Please, Lacey, you are making it hard.”
    Laughter rang out, and her breasts bobbed with the movement. His aching cock leaped to attention.
    He gritted his teeth. “I am happy you take pleasure in our predicament.”
    Her shoulders shook as she made a poor attempt to regain a semblance of good behavior.
    “Vic, you’re just too damned easy to read.” She grabbed his wrists and planted his hands firmly onto her breasts. Her grin widened. “Now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
    His throat closed, stopping the words that needed to come out. Her eyes softened as she looked deep into his. Kristus , he wanted her. Right then. The hell with his fucking principles.
    “Lacey, we need to continue.”
    “I completely agree,” she whispered, leaning into him.
    Her soft breasts filled his palms. His thumbs were poised over her stiff nipples. He could not bring himself to release her as his thumbs drew small circles along her supple skin.
    She swiped her tongue across her lips. The action stiffened his cock even more, as if that were possible.
    “Vic, it’s all right.” She smiled and turned her face up to his.
    Kersati.
    “You should do this when I’m naked.”
    His balls constricted as he stood frozen to the carpet.

Chapter Four
    D ragan’s large hands dangled at his sides.
    The need for them to massage her belly created a teasing itch between her legs that only he had the power to relieve. Obviously, she had to get this too-in-control giant to relax. She stepped back and unhitched her wide belt and dropped it to the floor. “Accuracy is important to a seamstress.”
    She tugged the ends of her top over her head and tossed it out of the way. He lowered his eyes to her breasts and they bugged wide. Clearly he’d never seen a shelf bra. His Adam’s apple jumped as he stared at her exposed breasts and rigid nipples resting on red Venetian lace. At this rate, the poor guy would have a coronary when he caught a glimpse of her silk bow thong.
    “Vic, maybe you should breathe.”
    He glanced up, confusion imprinted on his face. She glided a thumb along his furrowed brow.
    “Never mind.”
    Lacey undid her skirt buttons and zipper. She performed a quick hip wiggle, and the cheap cloth