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mind. He also possessed a solid muscular frame that spoke of natural strength. Lovich was no weakling squire come to town to prance about in the latest silks but a man naturally accustomed to hard toil and leading by example. One surely prepared to strip and wield a scythe if the need arose to get the crops in fast.
    Yes, there was definitely something majestic about Alexander Lovich, from the diamond of hair upon his chest, to the wiry bush around the base of his cock. The cock his wife was so contentedly sucking… and yet Paris balked at turning that admiration into something more appreciative.
    He didn’t want Lovich like he wanted the man’s wife.
    “Sophia, we mustn’t forget our guest.”
    Abruptly, she relinquished her husband and turned again to Paris, dipping her head down towards his groin.
    He had grown soft in the minutes following his release, but the moment her lips hovered over his staff a familiar sense of arousal tugged once again at his loins. Her touch there was only fleeting, before she reached up to stroke his cheek. Paris held her hand to his face, wanting her, despite a head full of reservations. “What did you really entice me here for?”
    “Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, evidently reading the fear that pervaded his thoughts. “We invited you here only for companionship. How far things progress is entirely up to you.”
    “Progress?”
    Sophia’s gaze flicked rapidly over to Alexander and back. “My love and I, we want… Well, we desire someone to share.”
    “Let us not be too coy about it, Sophie,” Alexander interjected. He climbed up onto the bed beside them. “I’m sure Paris understands well enough what we want. The question here is really only whether he is game.”
    “Why me?”
    “Sophia finds you charming and not unattractive, and I confess to sharing a similar disposition. I’m sure you can appreciate it was also imperative that we embarked upon this adventure with someone capable of great discretion. I know what you are, Sir. What you do.”
    “Then you know too that I have no interest in men.”
    “Interest is irrelevant. It’s the overall balance of things that’s important. You don’t object, I think, to Sophie’s caress.
    “No, indeed.”
    Alexander took a moment to divest himself of breeches, stockings and boots. “This arrangement cannot be about money, you understand. I will not pay you to swive my wife. In thirty-five years I’ve never paid for sex, and nor do I intend to change that tonight. You must do this merely because you are willing, and desirous of our touch.”
    For Sophia, he would do anything. Recompense hadn’t crossed his thoughts.
    “I believe your sister is in need of a good sponsor,” Lovich continued.
    “What of it?”
    “Dally here and mayhap a windfall might provide for her need.”
    Paris gave a mirthful snort. Curse Lovich for pinpointing his one weakness. He’d sell his body and soul for Persephone’s pleasure, had done the former many times over. If he’d had only himself to support, then a simpler, impoverished life in the countryside would have sufficed, but his sister deserved so much better.
    “How is that not payment for my willingness to sin?”
    “The gift would be to her, not to you. The help of a friend is not recompense for any favour.”
    “And Sophia is to watch?” Paris asked.
    Lovich’s smile broadened until it entirely engulfed his face. “To participate. You must forgive us for using her as bait to lure you here, but it was never our intention to deny you the pleasures originally offered, only to offer additional delights too.”
    “Please, Paris, say yes that you will stay.” Sophia smiled up at him. The fan of lace at her elbow swept across his bared thighs as she moved to join her hand with her husband’s against his stomach. “Will you let us love you together?”
    Not waiting for his answer, she crawled closer, and her lips met with the skin of his stomach. From there she trailed her