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They want you and the daughter Raven to pose as man and wife and find it.”
I admired her, respected her, and never brought her shame. But I never loved her. Not the way I loved you.”
“People won’t know where you stand if you take the long way around. I prefer to get to the heart of the matter. It saves time and there’s less confusion.”
“The women back home rarely speak so boldly.” “That’s unfortunate. Their mothers should raise them better. Bland food. Meek women. Sounds fairly boring where you’re from, Steele. Hopefully, the men are good in bed, at least.” “Find us a bed and I’ll give you dessert.” Her heart stopped. Eyes blazing intensely, he added, “I can’t speak for other men, but you’ll remember my pleasuring you for the rest of your life.”
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she’d had to betray one of Harriet Tubman’s best operatives, a regrettable yet necessary decision. The operative, Zahra Layette, had married into one of New Orleans’ most influential families of color, the LeVeqs. Were they to learn the woman they’d known then as Wilma Gray had returned, they might seek revenge.
The Oblate Sisters of Providence in Maryland are also Black, and their order is much older.”
“Because Congress banned the Klan back in ’71, the supremacists now call themselves rifle groups,” she explained with disgust. “This one is known as the New Knights of the White Camelia.”
“There’s that mouth again.” “The mouth you wish to tame.” “Very much so.”
He leaned closer, and the heat of his nearness set off tiny flares even before he placed his lips against hers.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you since dinner yesterday.” And taste her he did; tentatively at first, lulling her, inviting her mouth to open with gentle licks of his fire-tipped tongue. And when he bit her bottom lip softly, she moaned just as he’d predicted.
“Once this mouth is ripe enough for my liking, and yours, like now, I’d ask you to slowly undo the buttons on your blouse because nothing arouses me more than a woman willingly undressing, and if you agreed, I’d move my kisses down your throat.”
“I’d ask you to lower your shift and offer me first one breast to pleasure until your nipple is hard as a jewel, then the other.”
“Then I’d ask if you wanted more . . . and if you said, yes, I’d have you raise your skirts and touch yourself to let me know how wet you are. Are you wet, little corvus?”
“What would make the man worthy?” “If he accepts me as I am, rough edges and all. He’d have a sense of humor and an appreciation of family.” “Anything else?” “Love me like he loves breathing.”
“No man of mine will need to seek his pleasure elsewhere.” “You will be prized.” “As will he.”
You’re the woman I want in my life. Stay. Marry me.”
“I’d never be ashamed of you, little corvus.”
