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“Of course you have I’rand passion, remember?”

“How could I forget?” she whispered, dark eyes hazy with love

He kissed her then, and by the ti That was good He’d ridden hard to get hoer to love his wife as she was meant to be loved

“Francesca,” he said, and set little butterfly kisses on her hair, her cheeks, her eyelids He felt the wild beat of her heart as he cupped his hand around her soft, full breast

She squirrounds of Worthorne Manor with his as his perfect fantasy

Well, almost

Sebastian reached to divest her of her nightgown, tossing it aside and looking down on her creamy nakedness

Now, it was perfect