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334 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published April 24, 2012
How in the devil had she come to be sitting between his legs?
“Stop squirming, Lady Brentford.” Like his body, the marquess’s breath was warm and tingly against her flesh. “Not that it isn’t exceedingly pleasant. But certain parts of the male anatomy respond on their own to friction, and I don’t wish to embarrass you.”
“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered.
A zephyr of a laugh tickled against her neck. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman and help a lady in distress.”
“Ha! A true gentleman would not take advantage of the situation to grope a lady’s...chest mound.”