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swung slowly open.

Lance sauntered in carrying a sword just like the one she held –
and just as she'd thought, it was a practice sword.

But he'd never dressed like this when she was sixteen.

He wore only a leather loincloth, soft, knee-high boots, and thick
straps buckled around his wrists, biceps and thighs. His skin
gleamed as if oiled. It was the kind of getup that would have
looked utterly ridiculous on another man, but adorning Lancelot's
sculpted body, it looked like an invitation to break a few
commandments.

Grace grinned. "Well, well. If it isn't Leathergod Ken."

He smirked back. "I suppose that would make you Bondage
Barbie."

As she swallowed a bark of laughter, she looked down and realized he
was right. She, too, wore nothing but a few strategically placed
pieces of hide set off by thigh-high boots. "What is this,
Lance?" Grace demanded. "You guys didn't wear this
crap."

"No." He strolled toward her, a wicked glint in his eyes as
he admired her barely clad body. "But then, if any of my
opponents
had looked like you, I might have been willing to."

"Uh huh." She felt a feral smile spread across her face.
God,after the day she'd had, she needed this. "What have you
got
in mind – as if I need to ask?"

"A duel." He lifted the sword, his sherry eyes lighting with
laughter. "Winner fucks the loser."

The fury that bubbled under the tight lid of her control turned her
smile into a savage grin. "That's what I thought."

Leaping forward, she swung her own sword at his head with every
ounce of her strength.

"Jesu, Grace!" He retreated, lithe as a tiger, his blade
shooting up to block hers in an automatic parry that sent a
satisfying jolt up her shoulders. In his eyes was a hint of
offended astonishment, like a big predator suddenly attacked by
something small and delicious that should know better.