Now all was right with her world and once again that peculiar, intimate awareness she felt whenever she was near him enveloped her heart and body like tentacles of welcome enslavement. She shifted a little and wondered if her blush revealed the aching need in her lower belly and her desire to slip away from the wedding breakfast and instead spend the afternoon in wanton abandonment wrapped in her husband’s passionate embrace.

As if concerned with removing a piece of lint from the shoulder of her smart pelisse, Justin leaned towards Cressida. “And I’m of the firm belief,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear, his words sending shivers of anticipation directly to her groin, “that, like myself, my beautiful wife, who has proved herself so surprisingly eager to make up for lost time, is more than ready for bed again.”

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