“Okay, forget the mermaid. I’ve got a better idea.” Ten minutes later, Rebekah was wearing a French maid’s uniform and had Eric naked with his wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves. She took her feather duster and lightly flicked it over his chest. He laughed and tried to escape her tickling by sliding sideways across the mattress. And he’d wondered why she’d insisted on tying him down. “Monsieur, you are so dirty. Hold still, please.” She feather dusted under his arm, and he tried to climb the headboard with his back. “No, no, stop,” he gasped. “Tickles.” “My, my, such dirty ribs.” When she tickled his rib cage, he tried to push her away with one large foot but was laughing too hard to follow her evasive moves. “Don’t hurt your arms,” she said. “Do you want me to untie you?” He shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “Then hold still.” He bit his lip and watched her through half-closed eyelids. Damn, he looked so sexy when he did that. She flicked her feather dust
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