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He reue over his skin, down over his belly to his cock He hadn’t believed she would do it; he’d hoped she would, but he hadn’t really believed…but she had Oh God, the feel of her tongue on hiroaned aloud at the memory

Who would have thought his bossy ould use her sharp tongue to such effect? Or those luscious pink lips?

Gregor nuzzled against her, breathing in the scent of her, trying not to sneeze when her haircloser against hiainst her bottom

How long before Abercauldy came? As soon as that creature Lorenzo was released, he would ride for home and spill his poison into the duke’s ear Unless Lorenzo doesn’t go hoor or was not a man ould stick a knife in another’s back He preferred to face his enemies and look into their eyes And then if he had to kill theht was fair and equal

Meg hts had disturbed her sweet slu one nipple with his thu for the attention of his or had known his bride was sensual—he had known it since the ined she would be so quick to find pleasure in their e bed Apart froer to learn, and partake in what he could give her

He would like to draw her

The urge to draw ca sense of anticipation when he discovered soh these days, and when did he have tior longed to capture the tilt of Meg’s chin, the fall of her hair, the sweep of her lashes over those brilliant eyes And her lips, lush and full, their sensuality disguised by that straight line she ordered them into

Aye, he must capture all that

“You are not asleep, Gregor Grant”

Her accusing tone surprised hihts, and he raised hi, herher cheekbones, her eyes dark beneath their shielding lashes, and with violet shadows beneath from weariness

He should let her be—Gregor knew it, but he also knew that he could not

He wanted her And once Lorenzo was freed, who kne hts?

Meg cuddled closer to hilad I decided not to be a wife in nahed

Gregor stared at her, and then he began to laugh “Och, Meg, so am I!”

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