Knight Edition by Delilah Devlin Page B

wouldn’t help her match his stamina.
    He settled back on his pillows and smiled. “That would only take a nap.”
    She cocked an eyebrow. “Was that a compliment?”
    His penetrating gaze held hers. “Do you need one?”
    Thanks for making me feel like a needy twit! “Every woman needs one once in a while,” she replied grumpily.
    “But appearances are so unimportant, and sometimes beyond your control. Wouldn’t it mean more for me to praise your resourcefulness?”
    She snorted and rolled her eyes. “How many centuries have you lived? Praise a woman’s mind, and she knows she looks like a hag.”
    He gave a dramatic sigh. “Perhaps men aren’t intended to fathom a woman’s mind.”
    “Can’t you guess what’s on mine?” she asked, letting her fingers walk down his stomach to nudge the covers.
    “Curious?”
    “I want to see that pole you call a dick.”
    He coughed, clearing his throat. “You have such a way with words. I can see why your news segment is so popular.”
    “I don’t write fiction, and I only get a few minutes to make my point. I like to think I’m economical. So how about it?” She plucked the hairs that formed an arrow pointing down his muscled abdomen. “Do I get to see?”
    “Woman!” His fingers closed around hers, and he pulled her hand toward his mouth. “Is my cock all you have an interest in?”
    Sidney waggled her brows. “It looms large in my mind.”
    He kissed the back of her hand, and then returned it to his stomach, still clutching her to prevent further wandering. “Shouldn’t we save the mystery for another time? I fear once you’ve seen all of me you’ll lose interest.”
    “Do you think that’s possible?” she murmured, pulling her hand from beneath his. She teased his navel with a fingertip.
    The blanket covering him tented over his loins.
    “Looks like someone has something to say about it, too.”
    Navarro took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the blanket. “Very well. I will let you look, but only because I’m afraid you’re becoming the dog after my bone.”
    Sidney grinned wickedly. “And you were accusing me of being blunt. I have to warn you, my middle name starts with a ‘P’—for ‘persistence’.”
    His gaze rose to the ceiling. “And I thought it was for ‘pain-in-the-a—’”
    Sidney wagged her finger, delighted at his teasing. “Nuh-uhn. No cursing. Or Inigo will declare me a bad influence.” She glanced down the covers. “I’m still waiting.”
    Navarro folded his arms over his chest. “I think I would rather give you the privilege.”
    “Think I’m shy?”
    “Not a bit.”
    Taking a deep breath, Sidney was surprised to find she was a little nervous about ‘unmasking’ his cock. She knew it would be ginormous, larger than even Moses’s fine organ. But such a stellar attribute hammered home the fact she was ordinary. Her appeal only transitory.
    She swallowed, gripped the blanket, and then slowly dragged it down.

Chapter Seven
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    N avarro made a note to ask Inigo later who ‘Mr. Ed’ was.
    He’d received a confusing image of a whinnying, white horse with his head hanging over a kitchen half-door. That image, and Sidney’s breathy, “ Helllooo , Mr. Ed”, quickly faded as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
    “Wait a second,” she said, releasing his cock. She turned to glance at his face. “Are you going to call all the shots again? I don’t want to get punished for my enthusiasm .”
    Navarro shook his head, words being impossible to form at the moment. His cock was fully in charge.
    “Just checking,” she said, and returned her avid gaze to his “pole”. “How do you walk with this thing dangling between your legs?”
    “He rarely dangles,” he said, gritting his teeth when she gripped his shaft again and pulled it perpendicular to his body.
    “I get it now!” she said excitedly. “John Holmes must have been a vamp! That donkey cock of his couldn’t have been human.”
    Not having a