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Little did he know that just a few minutes later, she would strip him down and take his cock into her mouth.

For a moment Ford thought he was in the midst of one of his daydreams. Except her warm touch felt real, his cock springing to attention in a second.

Now on her knees before him, she lavished attention on his throbbing length, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to draw out moans and gasps from his body.

Her eyes held a glimmer of mischief and satisfaction, her bare chest rising and falling with each breath.

Ford struggled against the restraints, longing to tangle his fingers in her hair, tug on it, and guide her sweet little mouth down his length. His hips bucked in response to her skilled ministrations, earning another satisfied moan from her lips.

Damn her. She was a skilled seductress. A siren, tempting him with pleasures beyond his wildest imagination.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she locked gazes with him. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

He tried to speak, to tell her exactly how she made him feel, but words failed him. All he could do was watch as she continued to tease him with her skilled mouth.

She flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock, causing him to buck wildly against his restraints. The biting press of leather against his wrists intensified the pleasure.

His breaths came in wild gasps; Ford was lost in the sea of passion when he heard the panicked sounds in the corridor. The footfalls were heavy and purposeful as they moved in the direction of their room.

He tried to concentrate on the sounds outside their little world, but it was hard to care.

Just then, a man peeked inside their room. Seeing that they were engaged in a passionate interlude, he leaned his shoulder against the door frame instead of leaving. “Been here long?”

Triss flinched, quickly dropping her hands and releasing his cock. She panicked!

Ford felt the urgent need to collect her against his chest and hide her from the man observing them. But Triss wasn’t a damsel in need of saving. She quickly collected herself and turned toward the intruder. “Care to join us?”

“What the fuck do you want?” Ford’s question was sharp. He barely recognized his own voice, so rough it sounded to his ears.

The man shrugged. “I think I asked you a question. How long have you been here?”

“If you don’t want to join, then leave.” Triss shrugged and turned back to Ford’s cock. She took it in hand and continued pleasuring him as though nothing had happened.

Ford tensed, partly from the pleasure of having her mouth around his cock again and her tongue skillfully playing with his most sensitive spots and partially because it felt odd and intrusive to have another person witness this intimate moment.

Grace raised her eyes to his, and he glanced down at her. “Keep going, love.”

She nodded and continued, swirling her tongue around the sensitive spot just beneath his tip. Ford groaned. This was just an act, he had to remind himself.

Yet the man by the threshold kept watching them. Had he asked them something? Ah, right, whether they’d been here long.

Ford let out a deep breath before managing to grit through his teeth, “Not long enough.”

Triss continued to service Ford, her movements becoming increasingly fervent, her moans louder. She was playing a part for the man in the shadows. Ford felt both angry at the situation and also aroused at the vigor with which she pleasured him.

As the tension coursed through his body, Ford could feel himself nearing his breaking point. He tried to hold back, but the sheer intensity of Triss’s touch was proving too much.

She felt it, too. She raised her eyes as if daring him to let go.

“Triss,” he groaned, and the tension left his body.

Triss freed his cock just as his passion spilled onto her bosom. They both stilled, their breathing labored, their eyes locked, burning with the intensity of this moment.

A grunt came from the shadows. Ford had already forgotten about the man still standing there. Luckily, he turned on his heel and left.

Triss rose slowly, holding on to the wall by his side so as not to stumble and fall. She carefully undid his shackles, neither of them talking for a long moment. Reaching for his coat, Ford fished out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said in the tense silence. Her voice was pleasantly hoarse.