I like you, Miss York, because you are wicked, and there can be no finer blessing for a man than a good and wicked wife. Wouldn't you agree?
Victoria DahlJane Morgan had ruined him. Ridden him hard and put him up wet. He might never recover.
Mentally he was even worse off. Who was this girl?
Yeah, I'm kind of proud of myself, too. I was a fucking sex ninja.
Victoria DahlThis is so weird. I feel like bambi just morphed into a raging nymphomaniac.
Victoria DahlLori sat way back in her chair and gave him the once-over. "What in the world's gotten into Ben Lawson? jokes? Flirting? Maybe I should sleep with Molly. I think she's got a magic hooha.
Victoria DahlI wouldn't yell 'fire' at that slimeball if his ass was in flames.
Victoria DahlReally, Your Grace. Crooking your little finger again? At least buy me a bauble before you try to tup me in the carriage.
Victoria DahlYes," she spat. "I am quite picky. Often I like my seductions to consist of more than 'Hallo there. are to spread your knees for a duke?' Silly miss that I am.
Victoria DahlI'll need hot water for washing." Hart barked.
Wellford murmured, "Immediately sir," as he bowed back out the door. He did not say, "Of course, sir. I bring you hot water every single morning, even when you haven't debased yourself for a woman.
Emma snapped from her daze. She sat forward and slid to ground so quickly that Hart was forced to scoot back.He fell to his backside, suddenly struck with the image of how he must look: sprawled on the floor with a cockstand, a pair of pink drawers in his fist. Utterly ridiculous. Corrupt. Depraved. Hart couldn't help but grin.
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