“Why, Annabell? Something wrong with me reading this book?” His eyebrows lift. “Wilton, put the book down.” His expression says it: not a chance. And then—the jerk—cuts his eyes to the page and begins reading. Aloud. “A growl sounded from the back of Captain Cutler’s throat as he stared down at Lady Eloise’s full, erotic mouth…” Without thinking, I leap onto the bed. “Oh my gosh, stop reading!” I try to yell in a whisper at Will, who then hops off the other side of the bed.
