What you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine cellars to keep from thinking about you." "Why? Was kissing me that bad?" A devil-solf whisper. "No sweetheart. It was that good.
Lisa KleypasI spent most of my youth hauling sides of beef and pork to my father's shop. Carrying you is far more enjoyable." "How sweet," Annabelle mumbled sickly, her eyes closed. "Every woman dreams of being told that she's preferable to a dead cow.
Lisa KleypasYou donโt annoy me.โ Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. โI thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your footโs been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?โ โYes. I make your feet tingle.โ A smile came to his lips. โAmong other things.
Lisa KleypasThe earl shook his head, exhibiting a degree of frosty offense that could only be achieved by an aristocrat whose wishes had just been gainsaid. โIโve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent of a girl heโs just ruined,โ he said sourly.
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