Another surprise of the evening. She’d thought that he’d have had plenty of practice undressing women; wasn’t that what sons of powerful families often did? The frame of reference she had was slim at best, so she let it be. She blinked rapidly at the sensation of his lips pressed to her neck, struggling with the dual task of identifying the rising sensation that swooped in her stomach and coming up with a coherent answer.

By the grace of Merlin, she found her throat unlatching and she laughed softly before taking his hand in hers and pulling. “You happen to be in the presence of someone quite practiced at such a thing.” She quipped, unsure of how brazen wives were meant to be. “I’m sure we can manage…the two of us.”

Merde, where did that coquettish answer come from?

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