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told her most single women would be jealous when Lyzette landed a man because that meant they couldn't. That might be true in this case because after all, she had the man that all the former consorts still wanted. She frowned but pushed the thought out of her head.
    Her job was to please the Markanor. She had done her job last night.
    Raimey ought to be pleased with her, Lyzette thought. If he enjoyed her in bed, then she was that much closer to marriage. And if she married him, then she could free the slaves. But Mikael would never marry her, the notion was complete and utter nonsense.
    With a smile, Lyzette gave thanks that she was Mikael's consort. She wondered what tonight might bring.

Chapter 11
    They rode down the same road in the same carriage as yesterday, but everything was different.
    Lyzette stared down at her legs. Her creamy thighs emerged from a short lavender colored skirt — mini-skirts were all the fashion on Marka right now. She wore a matching lavender blouse. It buttoned up and tied under her breasts, leaving her midsection showing. Her slightly sore breasts, in the push-up bra, showed the two pure white mounds because the top button on the blouse wasn't buttoned up.
    "Lyzette, can we stop for a minute?" Mikael said, his icy blue eyes on fire again.
    "Why?" she said.
    "I need you," he whispered in her ear, and she smiled.
    He asked the coachman to stop and then pulled her by the hand. They followed a beaten dirt path, down a steep hill, until they came out to a beautiful waterfall.
    "Wow," she said.
    "Come here," he said, ignoring the view and tugging on her hand. He led her to the waterfall through a hidden entrance.
    "Mikael," she said in amazement. But he kissed her and pushed her hard up against the rock. And she responded again like the night before. His hands slid up under her blouse.
    "This shirt makes me crazy. I've wanted to put my hands in here since I saw you."
    Her breath hitched as he palmed her breasts through her bra, making the nipples stand up hard and round. He pulled his hands out for a moment and untied and unbuttoned the blouse. He unhooked the bra as well, so her ripe breasts tumbled out into his hot hands.
    "And this skirt," he whispered, kissing her neck and dropping his hands to her hips. "Barely covering your gorgeous ass."
    Cupping her butt, he pulled her against him so she could feel his erection.
    "Mikael," she gasped.
    He hiked the skirt up and grinned when he saw she was wearing a tiny thong, at Raimey's insistence. She said there would be panty lines, but now Lyzette realized she might have imagined this happening.
    "Perfect," he muttered. "Don't even have to take them off."
    His hand slid into her panties and Lyzette's eyes rolled up into her head as he touched her little button. In two minutes, she was panting and ready. He pulled down his pants, letting them fall at his feet.
    Showing his impressive strength, Mikael lifted her up by the ass. He didn't bother removing her thong. He slipped the thin piece of material aside and lined himself up, impaling her on his shaft.
    Lyzette cried out at the feeling of having him filling her completely. But before she could react, he started pumping into her — pushing her against the rock with each thrust.
    "Mikael," she gasped out as she felt the pleasure starting to build. "What if someone sees us?"
    "You better come quick, then," he said, thrusting harder and faster.
    She felt completely exposed with her breasts falling out of her shirt and her skirt up around her waist. Mikael's body covered her privates, but there would be no question of what they were doing. If someone came sightseeing at the waterfall, they would get an eyeful.
    At the thought, Lyzette's arousal ratcheted up several notches. When Mikael bent and sucked her breast into his mouth, she felt herself fly over the edge, biting her lip so she wouldn't make any noise.
    Mikael drove into her several more times and then pushed her to the rock, hard, as she felt him