He was sitting on her thighs, and his silk breeches were cool against her bare skin. His hands slid up her body, her buttocks, up the line of her back, and she arched in pleasure, like a cat, unable to help herself."You like that, do you?" he murmured. "I thought you might. You're a sensual creature, dear heart, no matter how you try to fight it. You were made for this.
-Anne Stuart
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