The Irresistible Urge to Fall for Your Enemy (Dearly Beloathed, #1)

by Brigitte Knightley

“Apply your daydream to me, then.”

Mordaunt, his eyes riveted to the hem of her dress, said, “A foot. An ankle. Put it away. You’ll stir my loins.”

(She said his name like it was a swear word and he rather liked it.)

“I’m going to introduce you to the concept of being naughty,”

We’re putting you in danger—we’re walking you right into the Keep of the man we think attacked your Order. If anyone raises a hand against you, they’re dead, I want you to know.

“There’s fuckery underway,”

“You’re a common thief.” “Common? How dare you?”

She wanted an orgasm. Moreover, she deserved one.

“You really are delicious.”

He hadn’t paid attention. He had been stupid—gods, so stupid. He no longer owned his heart. The thief was unconscious of her crime. She asked, “Is something the matter?”