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the finely honed mass of muscularity.
“Ah, but you do know me, Samantha. I am Lugal Damu-zid of Sumer.” He made a
swift bow before taking her hand in his and brushing her knuckles with a kiss. The
deep timbre of his voice alone was enough to send shivers up her spine.
“I am here for no other reason than to protect and pleasure you,” he told her. “I am
your slave. All you need do is ask and I shall obey. Give me your permission to please
you and, I swear to you, Samantha, you will not regret it. Let me prove it to you, little
one.” This time he kissed the inside of her elbow and her knees went weak.
It was a damn good thing Samantha was wearing slacks, otherwise there’d be clear
and embarrassing evidence of her amorous need trickling down her legs. She shifted in
place, acutely aware of the tingling sensation at the sensitive flesh between her thighs.
So what if it was just his duty? What did it really matter if he wasn’t interested in
her for herself? Why couldn’t she simply think of him as a delicious male prostitute,
there to do her erotic bidding? She looked into his deep brown eyes and swallowed a
sigh.
Why not? None of this was really happening, anyway. It couldn’t be. Samantha had
to be hallucinating. Or dreaming. Or maybe she’d had a heart attack and was dead and
this was heaven. But if it were heaven there’d be chocolate. And real whipped cream.
And she wouldn’t be eating Lean Cuisines and salads.
She breathed in, filling her nostrils with his intoxicating male scent. What the hell, if
she was in heaven, she could use one of her three wishes for chocolate, the second for
being able to eat whatever she wanted without ever gaining an ounce and the third, to
make Lugal fall madly in love with her and stay with her for eternity.
Yup. That sounded reasonable.
It would be so easy. She should do it. She should just forget about her stupid
insecurities, her ridiculous reservations and her annoying conscience and let him sweep
her off her feet. Make mad, passionate love to her.
“Did you have sex with Abigail Henley?” she blurted.
Clearly taken aback, Lugal’s eyebrow shot up. “An honorable man does not discuss
his sexual history or conquests, Samantha. To do so could tarnish the reputation of the
females a man has bedded.”
“It’s not like Abigail has anything to worry about,” Samantha pointed out as kindly
as possible. “She’s been dead for well over a hundred years. I-I need to know, Lugal.”
She’d made her decision. If he’d slept with Abigail, then Samantha would turn him
down. She wasn’t sure she could get over the ick factor, picturing him pleasuring a
pruny, crinkled, naked old lady. Not that she had anything against seniors having
active sex lives, in fact, she thought it was great, but…nope. Uh-uh.
On the other hand, if he hadn’t slept with Abigail, then Samantha would jump his
bones.
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Or order him to jump hers.
Pausing in thought for a moment, Lugal nodded. “I did not bed Abigail. It was not
her wish. Although I would have gladly accommodated her in that respect if she so
desired.”
Samantha’s eyes widened in surprise. “She didn’t want to sleep with you?” Old or
not, Samantha couldn’t imagine any woman not wanting to have a beautiful,
incomparably masculine creature like Lugal make love to her.
“We did sleep together at times. Just sleep, Samantha. It made Abigail feel safe. We
did not have sex because she dearly loved another and felt it would be a betrayal to that
love.”
“I’m assuming it couldn’t have been her husband,” Samantha said with a coy smile,
“because I sort of doubt he’d be all that thrilled to have you sleeping next to his wife.”
“The one she loved was, indeed, her husband. He was killed during their long
covered wagon trip over the Oregon Trail from the eastern side of America. It was 1843,
they had been married only a few months. She was a widow.”
“Oh. How sad. That means she was alone for…” she mentally calculated, “about
sixteen years.” Samantha reached for the faded photo, studying the kind-looking face of
the old woman. “She must have already been elderly when they got married. She looks
about eighty in this photograph.”
“The day I came to Abigail was her birthday. She was fifty-one. She married Owen
Henley when she was thirty-five.”
Fifty-one? Focusing on the picture again, Samantha gasped. “My God…”
“She was a pioneer woman, making her way alone, in difficult, dangerous times.
Life was very hard for her. Abigail was a good woman, Samantha. Kind, sweet and
considerate of others.”
Samantha was struck by Lugal’s obvious compassion for the woman and the
knowledge warmed her heart. While her swarthy genie may have bold, ferocious,
warrior looks and a chauvinistic mindset, he apparently had a heart of gold.
“It was my pleasure, my honor, to serve her and grant her three wishes,” Lugal
finished.
“Can you tell me what they were?”
Lugal leaned in so close, Samantha thought sure he was going to kiss her.
“Perhaps,” he whispered against her ear, “after I make your body quiver and shudder
beneath me, I will tell you.”
Her breath caught. The man was a living, breathing aphrodisiac. Impossible to
resist. “No perhaps. I want your word that you’ll tell me.”
His handsome face still nestled in her hair, Lugal gave a deep, husky chuckle. “You
have my word, little one.”
Well, if that was the only way she’d be able to find out what Abigail’s three wishes
were, Samantha figured she’d make the monumental sacrifice.
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“Okay,” she said so softly she barely heard the word as it left her lips. “Let’s do it.”
Lugal scooped Samantha up and into his arms so fast she barely knew what
happened.
“Wait! We haven’t eaten the pineapple yet.” Good Lord, did she really just say that?
Was she really that much of a foodie, a dork, a dweeb, to think of chowing down on
pineapple when she was on the verge of mind-blowing sex with a fantasy man? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]