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        Hereachedoutandbeganundoingthebuttonsofherblackuniform,onebyone.Tohissurprise,sheworenothingunderneath—noinnerlayer,notevenabra.

        Soon,herbodylaybarebeforehim.

        Hehesitatedforamoment,thenhisroughhandbrushedlightlyoverhersmoothskin.Perhapsbecausethecargoholdwascold,herbodyfeltcooltothetouch—kindoflikejade.

        Hecuppedoneofherbreasts,kneadingitgently.AsoftmurmurescapedReya''snose,startlinghim.Heglancedatherface—shewasstillasleep.Orwasitthelightplayingtricks?Herlongeyelashesseemedtotremble.

        Sheshouldn''tbewakingupyet.Hehadmasteredtheprecisedosageforthedrughe''dslippedintoherwater.Besides,he''dslightlyoverestimatedherweight—ifanything,sheshouldbesleepingevenlonger.

        Thethoughtemboldenedhim.Hishandsmovedtoherwaist,whereheuntiedthehalf-apron,theorderpenandnotepadstilltuckedinitspocket.Thenheimpatientlytuggedoffherblacktrousers.

        Shedidn''twearunderweareither.Herpubicareawas...strikinglyperfect.Completelyhairless,fullandsmoothlikeasteamedbun.

        Thisone,heconcluded,wouldmorethansatisfytheclient.Hedamnwellwasn''tpricingherlow.

        Asudden,unexpectedwaveofjealousyroseinsidehim.

        Heenviedthoserichmen.Whateverwomantheywanted,theycouldhave.Whileothersatethemeat,he''dsipthebroth,orevenjustsmellit.Surelythatwasnocrime,wasit?

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