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Wake Me

Tonight Radolf wore a flowing white shirt open to the waist and a pair of black pants so tight she could tell he dressed to the left. A rapier swung from the leather baldric that draped his impressive chest, and a pair of black leather boots sheathed his muscled legs to the thigh.

Though his blond hair had been cropped short in the previous dream, now it tumbled to his shoulders. Only the goatee framing his rakish grin was the same.

With a sigh of pleasure, Chloe admired his lazy, long-legged stride as he approached. His path was oddly free of inconvenient corpses. Looking around, she realized everybody else had disappeared from the ship, taking the blood and assorted body parts with them.

She and the pirate were alone.

A little quiver of lust snaked up her spine. Ignoring it, she said, "I'm beginning to think you've got a thing for dramatic entrances."

"No, milady. You do."

Chloe thought about it. "Now that you mention it, yeah." Bracing the point of her rapier on the
deck, she let her eyes skim down to contemplate those skin-tight trousers. Judging from the bulge,
she wasn't the only one who approved of the scenery. "So what's on the menu for tonight?"

"Actually," Radolf drawled, "I thought I'd bend my pretty captive over a cannon and see how many
times I can make her beg for mercy before she starts begging for more."

He did that pirate grin extremely well.