Beguiled by Her Betrayer

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‘Cleo?’ Quin stretched with slow, luxurious delight, and looked down at his wife, twined about his body in sensual abandon.

‘Mmm?’

‘I love you.’ It was very easy to say, when those three words were all he needed to make sense of the world.

‘I hope so, after that,’ she murmured against his collarbone. ‘Have I told you recently that I love you, too?’

‘I seem to recall it.’

‘Are you happy?’

‘Oh, yes. More than I can say.’

‘Truly? She looked up, her eyes wide and soft, full of satisfied love.

‘Truly. Trust me on that, Cleo.’

‘Trust you, my love? Always and forever.’