“The gown you were in yesterday was a distraction,” he whispered, his gaze dropping to where the swells of my breasts strained against the black lace of the bodice. “But this one is rather indecent.” “As I said before, your failings to keep your gaze from straying is no reflection upon me.” “I would have to be made of stone for my gaze not to stray.” A strand of reddish-brown hair fell against his cheek as his chin tipped down. “But I’m only flesh and blood, and you are…” “What am I?” “You are flesh and fire.” “Then you should be careful,” I taunted, “lest you become nothing more than ember
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