You might want to hold tight to the arms of the chair.” That was the last warning he offered before he bent his head…
I… I do not think that… gentlemen do this sort of thing.” Her pulse raced with excitement and anticipation. “Only scoundrels.
Clearly you were never meant to be a harem girl at all,” he said lightly, running his thumb over the tattoo on her left arm. “You were meant to be a sea captain.
