“Don’t forget it again,” he said in a low, thrilling voice. “Or I’ll be forced to tie you to the bed.” At the suggestion, her intimate muscles fluttered. “Is that meant to be a threat? Because I . . . I don’t seem to find the idea entirely objectionable.” “You don’t?” She licked her bottom lip. “Well, you’re very good at this, apparently. And what with the dark . . . It’s all very shadowy and sensual. Like one of those feverish dreams one has on a hot summer’s night.” “This is something you’d dream about. Being pawed by a hulking stranger in the dark.” Emma squeaked out her tentative reply.
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