And since his holiday was beginning in this ancient bed… “So we have an hour.” He rolled over onto his side, under Rufus’s arm, and ran his hand down the strong flank, noticing—it was hard to miss—that Rufus had an admirable case of morning wood. “And the door is locked. Both doors?” “Both…? Ah.” Luke made a strangled noise, rolled out of bed, and locked the door that led to his own room, then tested the other door was in fact locked as promised, because Rufus was an idiot. He turned back to see that the Earl had kicked off the coverlet and was sprawled naked over the sheets. An idiot, but a
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