“Oh yes. They’ll think you have excellent luck indeed. They’ll suspect you of lucking me all night long.” She’d just said it. Right out. The thing she shouldn’t think about but did. She should be ashamed of imagining the heat of his skin, the exchange of their breath— She set her jaw and glared at him, but she could feel her wants under her skin, and it wasn’t his fault, no matter what she told herself. “Chloe, my dear.” His voice was gentle. She didn’t want gentle. “I’ll luck you anytime you wish. But I don’t think anyone who has ever known you would imagine you to be so easily won. You’re
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