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He smiled to himself as he moved to the inside of her wrist

“—mean by that?” But there wasn’t much punch left in her question She was quite literallyof the world

“Oh, nothingher close so that he could move his lips to the side of her throat “Just that I’ you so that you can make as much noise as you’d like”

He couldn’t see her face—he wasto the neckline of her dress, which clearly had to be brought down—but he knew she blushed He felt the heat beneath her skin

“Gareth,” she said in feeble protest “We should stop”

“You don’this hand under the heoing to budge

“No?

?—she sighed—“not really”

He smiled “Good”

She let out a , and then she rasped onto one last shred of sanity, because she said, “But we can’t…oh”

“No, we can’t,” he agreed The desk wouldn’t be comfortable, there was no room on the floor, and heaven only knew if Phelps had shut the outer door to his bedrooave her a devilish ss”

Her eyes opened wide “What other things?” she asked, sounding delightfully suspicious

He wound his fingers in hers and then pulled both her hands over her head “Do you trust me?”

“No,” she said, “but I don’t care”

Still holding her hands aloft, he leaned her against the door and came in for a kiss She tasted like tea, and like…