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Her ed to her; she did not belong to it She bolstered her self-control and h her body because it hadaware
He looked intently at her and whispered, “Miss Winthrop” He got up from the sofa “Allow me to fetch you a sweet cake?”
She was surprised but was also thankful What would she have done next? Thrown her arms around him? “Yes, oh yes, I would like that”
The marquis’s experience had embroiled hie of twenty-seven without learning to handle hiht himself in love once or twice but had become quickly disenchanted
He had never been kept at arth, and he had no doubt that this beauty was atte to ensnare him for his title and wealth
He wanted Sassy Winthrop, and his wanting had already sent him into obsession He dreamed of her and what it would be like to hold her, kiss her, touch her, and that dream had been so real …
He was aroused beyond the norm, and he could not deny that in addition to the lust he felt for her, he liked her He liked her spirit, and he li
ked the manner in which she held and conducted herself, but she wasn’t soet She was someone a man should treasure That wasn’t for him
He handed her the small china plate with the sweetcake and watched her spoon soh him His dick, already hard, wanted out of his breeches
“This is delectable I shall have to walk a few
“You are too thin and can well afford a few pieces of cake,” he said thoughtfully and then added, “You thanked me for my offer of friendship, but you doubt my sincerity” He was piqued in spite of himself
“Do I doubt it?” Sassy returned, and the light in her green eyes nearly took his breath away
What the hell rong with hi it, woman! Do not answer my question with a question Tell me instead, what have I done that has not been an act of friendship?
“Ah, let us review,” Sassy said, her green eyes twinkling at hi faded and turned into a place where only this beauty with the speaking eyes stood before hiet control over himself, and he attempted to banish such fantasy
“Indeed, let us review,” he agreed, a s his lips as he stared at hers