Hmm. I pulled just an arm out of the covers to scratch Penelope behind the ears as I considered my dilemma. First, I was married and my husband was home. Second, I was not a lesbian like he thought I was. Third, my husband was a renowned Raider, known to be virile and “skilled in that area,” but also it was clear he was very virile unless you were blind, deaf and lost all your senses of perception. Fourth, I knew there was a strong possibility the rumors of his “skill” were true with the one kiss he’d given me, the light touch he’d woken me with last night and the gentle way he touched my jaw
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