His grin turned to a lecherous smirk. “Oh, I think you know. The conclusion to our prelude in the courtyard, Majesty. Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. Using me, playing out your sadistic fantasies.” Embarrassed heat fluttered in Elma’s chest, coloring her cheeks. “I don’t have fantasies.” “Your body’s response to me tells a different story. I wouldn’t mind it, you know.”
