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'Why？' He held her gaze with difficulty。
'A lot of men who eye me up in the 'Dun Cow' end up calling on me。'
They were fencing now and Sabat was dimly aware that his erection was growing again but she gave no hint of having noticed it。
'And what makes you think that's my reason？'
For the first time her eyes dropped； fixed on the protrusion behind his zip； and her mouth widened into a smile。 'Certain signs that I'd have to be blind not to read。'
Suddenly Sabat felt himself at a disadvantage； the tables turned； a kind of helplessness creeping over him。 Sex had always been his big weakness but he had not realised until now how much it dominated his make…up。 Hell； he shouldn't have gone a whole fortnight without a woman！
He found himself nodding； a pleasant sensation spreading out from his lower regions into the rest of his body。 He didn't care about anything any more except 。 。 。 God； it was as though he was a spectator from afar looking down upon his own actions。 Pleasure first； business afterwards； there was no reason why he should not have his cake and eat it。
'Well？' she laughed。 She had set her drink down on the cabinet； stood facing him； arms akimbo。 Somehow that flimsy garment had e undone and he could see an elongated strip of nudity right the way down her。 Jesus； her pubics were jet black； that meant her auburn hair was just a fake。 Black suited her； he'd always had a preference for brunettes。 'I'm right aren't I； and if you stick it out any longer； Mr Sabat； you're likely to burst your zip。 Say； don't you have a first name now that we're getting on intimate terms？'
'Mark。' Somehow his voice sounded different； muffled。 He'd only once before got himself into a state like this and that was in a Soho sauna when the masseuse had begun to finger him。 She'd been a brunette； too。 Miranda could do all that with her eyes。 So subtle； you didn't realise you'd been seduced until it was too late。
Then； with one deft movement she shrugged herself out of that negligee； left it behind her on the floor； advancing on him naked like a cat stalking its prey。
'Don't tell me you're shy； Mark； brimful of inhibitions。 You're not going to insist on keeping your clothes on all night； are you？'
Her perfume was strong and heady； had him inhaling for more as her long slim fingers flipped their way down his shirt buttons and undid his waistband。 Surely she didn't really have the strength to hoist him up while she slid his lower garments down？ Maybe he was co…operating all along without being aware of it； unable to shift his gaze from those saucer…like hazel eyes。 Just a kid really but those auburn locks fooled you。 Now he saw her as she really was； a jet black bombshell； willing him to go along with her。 Like the Creoles said Erzulie； the Black Venus； did。 A succubus； and when you woke up next morning you didn't really know whether it had happened or whether you'd dreamt it all。
Stark naked he lay there on the couch； a prize specimen at a canine show letting the judge give it the once over。
'Circumcised； I see。'
'Yes；' he had to struggle to find a plausible explanation； one that sounded logical； 'my 。 。 。 mother was half Jewish。 She insisted。'
'Liar！' Those eyes flashed angrily but only for a moment and then they were laughing again。 'You've had it done in recent years。 A lot of exorcists and those who dabble in occult matters get themselves circumcised in case they should carry some impurity underneath the foreskin into their protective pentagram。 I'm right； aren't I？'
He nodded； bit his lower lip like an erring schoolboy caught out by a sharp…eyed headmaster。 'Yes。 I had it done about a couple of years ago。'
Miranda was on her knees； toying with the scar； staring up into his pleasure…contorted face。 'And I'll also say you haven't had a woman for quite some time。'
'Right 。 。 。 again。' He'd confess to anything just to have her doing these kind of things to him。 And more； a lot more！ He lay watching her； a hypnotised rabbit letting a stoat play with it； body shuddering with emotion。 Everything she did was perfection； the pouting lips that kissed and sucked； the tantalising flicking tongue； the way her sensuous fingertips came into it； too。 At one stage he thought he was going to ejaculate and tried to will the orgasm； a few seconds of the ultimate in pleasure and then maybe the spell would be broken。 Miranda seemed to read his thoughts and smilingly did something with her fingers which checked it immediately； held it intoxicatingly suspended and had his heart speeding up。 God； it was wonderful； he didn't give a damn for anything else。 Not even Royston； he didn't matter any more。
'Tell me； Mark；' a quizzically schoolgirlish expression on her freckled features； 'just suppose / wasn't around？ I mean； suppose you'd woken up in the middle of the night dreaming that I was doing all this to you and you found that I wasn't really there at all。 You'd have to do something； wouldn't you？ Go on； show me what you'd do because I've never seen anything like that and I'm simply dying to。'
Oh Jesus Christ； you've just gotta be dreaming all this。 In which case you'll have to do something or you'll go insane。 Go on； do it and let her watch That sounded like Quentin's voice。 To hell with him if it was； I'm going to do it； anyway； whether Miranda's really here or 1 'm dreaming it。
Sabat's fingers took over where Miranda's had been caressing him only a few seconds ago。 The room seemed to have gone darker； he could barely see her； just the whiteness of sensuous flesh and that dark 'V of a giveaway。 And her eyes； of course； glowing greenish like a cat's； watching his every movement with obvious lust。 He was shuddering； groaning his delight aloud； bucking and writhing。 I'm going right over the top this time； sweetheart； and I don't care if I don't e back。
Totally helpless as he was； his sexual desire was dominant in every part of his being 。 。 。 except onel The built…in watchdog； his super…sensitive power that had saved his life on several occasions was still switched on； a human radar that picked up danger and transmitted it instantly to his brain； a mind…blowing electric shock that powered him out of this pleasurable sex haze。 Fingers still clutching himself； still working furiously； he rolled to one side。 Just in time！
The dimmed table lamp glinted on a sliver of steel； a rush of air and Sabat heard the wicked stiletto blade bury itself in the upholstery only inches from his neck； Miranda's hand catching his face as she struggled to tug the weapon free。 But Sabat was too fast for her； his fingers circling her wrist； twisting it and bringing a shriek of agony from her snarling lips。 She struck at him with her free hand； an enraged tigress determined to battle to the death。
Together they rolled off the couch on to the floor； Miranda uppermost； trying to bury her strong teeth in his throat。 Sabat pushed and turned his strong lithe body； knew he had the strength to beat her 。 。 。 knew what he would do to her！