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He drew back "Well?"

Was that a hint of nervousness?

Rue considered She didn’t want to hurt his feelings Souid, as if after a hot bath, but intellectually she wasn’t convinced

"The French really are centred on taste, aren’t they?"

Quesnel laughed

Rue was gaentlerinned "I should have said at the start Anything I do to you, you areat all?"

"Yes Anything"

Rue’s ht, then, let’s see"

She leaned forward and took over the kiss again He opened his ue She swept it in She didn’t want to be sloppy, but that appeared challenging when tongues were involved

Halfway through, she decided she liked it, despite the sloppiness So, she thought, did he He shifted against her, the whole length of his body in contact with hers His see shape in a rather indelicate area

Rue drew back "What’s… ?"

Quesnel blushed scarlet If he was going to blush, surely he’d have done so before now?

Rue wasn’t co to relieve his distress, she said, "Isn’t that supposed to happen?"

Which h "Perhaps not quite so quickly and at the breakfast table, but yes"

Rue grinned, rather proud She herself was not unaffected There was a curious tingling, and a sort of anxious sensation that, as far as she could tell, would requireto allay

SheThis tihtful Rue found herself squirh the fabric of her red dress, her own hands full of trouser-covered flesh and then…

He stopped

Rue worried that she had done sohly as she was

"I must say, chérie, you’re an awfully quick study"

"I’ve always been an enthusiastic student of new experiences"