Madam, you can't be more desperate than I." He wound his arms around her and grunted. "The evidence is drooling on your stomach. I have not lost this erection for five days. Doral looks at me and winces. You have obliterated my dignity in front of my staff. I have become a laughingstock, a by-word for 'pussy-whipped male'. Every time I walk into a room, the conversation dies. I entered the mess hall, yesterday-530 officers and enlisted men. Silence, Fleur. Dead silence." She sniffed. By the gods, this must be a unique experience for him. I'm certain he has never been the butt of the joke before. "I don't think you appreciate the torture and humiliation you inflict. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to ride a horse when I'm like this? Do you know how disconcerting it is to discuss cavalry deployment with Major Truillo while I'm sporting a cockstand to rival a stud horse? I couldn't get the man to look me in the face. Worse, he thought I reacted to him." She nuzzled her face into Ari's chest and tried to contain her amusement. Her imagination supplied the picture of the very handsome, very homosexual, very short Major Truillo standing with covetous eyes riveted to Ari's substantial erection, all the while discussing the dry topic of cavalry placement. "For half an hour all I saw was the top of his head." He paused for a moment then threw out, "He has a bald spot.
( Patricia A. Knight )
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