This was an interesting turn.

When he put his arm around her she gave a little gasp, a thrilled noise in the back of her throat, her breath hitching as her stomach swooped and there was a delightful pressure and intoxicating feeling in the very pit of her stomach. Ginevra took a shakey breath, a feeling heretofore unknown to the gently raised and sheltered debutante finding a new and vital expression. She had flirted before, skirted propriety but she was far of the reservation at this moment and inclined to go a great deal further.

'I'm sure we can arrange a tour of the house' her voice was low and breathy, 'Perhaps, after hours so as to not disturb your valet.' she managed, her lips felt suddenly parched, but she fought the desire to lick them, feeling the move might be a touch obvious. 'I'm sure there are many intimate parts of the house that would be of great interest to you.' Her hands came to his arms, very much not pushing him away, and everything screaming in her to rip open his shirt and doublet and shirt and indulge in some in flagrante delicto

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