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Rackety Kate and the Pirates

Chapter 17

Luxury Goods

The story so far:

Kate and Jack have a “heart-to-heart” that really is. When Peter
arrives, she discovers to her astonishment that among the items on
offer at the pirate auction are Tom Cavanagh, the Comte de Nothos, the
Duchess and Peter.


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“Best seat in the house.” Jack nuzzled Kate’s hair. “Comfortable?”

Kate murmured her assent, stroking the arm he’d wrapped under her
ribs. Though it wasn’t strictly true. Her heart thumped with a heavy
expectant beat and she tingled as though her veins bubbled with
champagne. But, yes, her body was also magnificently languid, almost
boneless. After Peter had departed, Jack taken her to a sort of outdoor
bathroom, roofed with a pergola draped with sweet-scented, flowering
vines and fed by two trickling streams that splashed into a shallow
rock-lined pool, one cool and one so hot it steamed.

He’d refused to let her do anything for herself, tenderly washing
her hair and rinsing it, massaging her scalp until she purred. He’d
been equally meticulous with the rest of her, soaping every inch of her
skin with his hands. Of course, he’d lingered over her breasts, her
bottom, her thighs. Grinning, his glorious chest rising and falling
with his quickened breath, he’d made absolutely certain the quivering
folds of her sex were squeaky clean.

But when she reached for him, he backed away. “Later,” he said cryptically. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

Then he’d dried her off with big fluffy towels, laid her down on a
clean one and proceeded to massage fragrant oils into every inch of her
skin. God, it had been heaven. As for the foot rub–! When he pressed
his thumbs hard all along her sole, she’d nearly come then and there.

He’d allowed her to kiss him, giving her his mouth, deep and soft and wet.

With a final smile, he carried her back to the hammock, covered her
with a light linen sheet, pecked her cheek like a brother, and left her
to doze contentedly in the perfumed shade.

She’d woken to the drift of soft fabric against her cheek and opened
her eyes to see Jack holding an armful of diaphanous fabric. “Let’s get
you dressed,” he said, the tiger eyes glinting.

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