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Mistress Treat

“Debby? Are you ready? It’s past eight.”

Her muffled words he took for invitation and he was in the little bedroom before she could protest.

She stood in frilly pantalets that clung tightly to the turn of her hips and fell in little ruffles of lace about her thighs. Tight silk stockings encased her legs and black ribbon garters indented her flesh.

She cried out and turned, offering him a nude white back.

“Debby,” he whispered.

She looked at him over a bared shoulder, seemingly unaware that she stood before a mirror.

“I did say I’d be your doxy, Colonel, but I never thought you’d treat me like one.”

He fought the hunger in him, but the hunger won and he crossed the room to her.

“You teased me all the way from Charlotte!” he whispered.

“The way you wanted me to tease you.”

His hands turned her and brought her against him, her mouth so close he only had to bend to kiss her. Then she wrenched away, burying her face in his chest. “Leave me to my dressing, or we’ll never reach the officers’ ball!”

“Dress yourself, then!” he cried hoarsely. “Make yourself as lovely as you can to tempt those damned turncoats and lobsterbacks!”