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Serene smirked at Garret in a suggestive manner, raising her arms and crossing them behind her back. She knew she was playing on dangerously thin ice, and a flash of Victor ran through her mind. What would he do if he knew she was hitting on Garret like some cheap village whore? She loved him, but Garret, and the memories of times past, set her on fire in ways that Victor never had. His hands alone were enough to make her want to drag him to the floor and ravage him, but then...she had a thing for hands.

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Okay, so this is a one shot with no future installments (a first) and (drum roll please) my first mm romance. I really hope you guys like this since I plan to have a LOT more mm romances, because I mean seriously the only thing better than one hot hunky guy are two hot hunky guys getting it on. So please point out anything I got wrong, or things you'd like improved. Edited by the fabulous AdriannaBelen, beta read by Nikki E. Comment and rate.

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Conner's rough wind worn lips pressed to her soft ones once more and she was glad for it. Somewhere inside her head a voice cried out for her to deny this monster and his desires and hers. You can't give yourself to a pirate. You can't become a pirate yourself. This has gone too far stop it while you can. The voice was small and weak and wrong. She had less of a problem letting herself be taken by a pirate then she would have giving herself over to the dirty old men in her Father's social circle.

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Robert had been invited to a party by a mutual friend of Anne Simpson. He was intrigued and went because the party didn't sound like the typical party for the people that he usually hung with. This one was a costume party for one thing. There was the opportunity to meet different people than the normal crowd for another. Robert had also been told that Anne herself was an attractive and available lady and he was always looking for his soul mate.

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Leslie felt the wind kiss sensuously on her cheeks, and blew blushes into them. It was a very cold night, but she had no coat on her shivering, petite frame; only ropes tightly wound around her hands and ankles, and the gag between her luscious lips. But she was not alone. In this lovely night of cold, the moon shone brightly over a huge ship with dozens of captives lining up its clean deck.

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