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“Cavanagh has a fascination with the Ro a short tunic” Lawrence bent his head and whispered, “Mrs Crandall’s tentacles tend to wander, are keen to explore”

Miss Vale’s eyes widened Lips as red and as soft as the silk roses on her mask formed a pout “Fro that you attend these events at all You possess rity than all those here combined”

The compliment hit his shield with the sudden force of a battleaxe

Part of hi since someone first used the term bastard as a weapon To celebrate the fact that, at last, someone had seen beyond the circumstances of his birth Part of hienerates, that they were the only family he’d ever known

“My moral character is not always sound” She should know the truth Know that he would devour those luscious lips if given the chance “You would do well to res without compunction Therefore, the need to play protector to you is not without its struggles”

She sed deeply, but that probably hadrooht, one had to squint to discern those waltzing about the sparsely furnished roo to a different tune

Like Dante’s Second Circle of Hell, the aty, as tense as the building coil in one’s core before clih carnal eyes Pleasure-seekers People who co between the bedsheets People who lived to pursue their decadent obsessions

Panic surfaced

He would have toShe would need to place her dainty hands upon him in a lover’s lustful caress Touch hi far more sinful

He drew her to the corner of the roo how to broach the delicate subject The need to find the right words abandoned hiripped his arm and moved closer

“One cannot help but be affected by the ahts, Mr Trent No wonder Mrs Crandall holds the keys to the private rooms”

As always, her voice carried the clinical tone of onethe faint frisson of exciteht she took a voyeuristic thrill froht to his loins

“People look for their partners early in the evening” Changed theht once they’d had their wicked way “We must make it clear we’re a couple I must make it clear that you are mine” Heat flooded his chest Were she his, she would have no need to scour this iniquitous den looking for a ue

Her lips parted though he sensed her anxiety “And howto the obvious?”

“You ers up over my shoulders, play with the hair at nals told a man a woman wanted more than conversation “I shall cup your cheek and stare into your eyes e speak I shall place a protective hand on your hip and rock you in a slow, sensual rhythm”