Teaser scene from Sins of a Ruthless Rogue
Clayton
return ed his focus to the other room. Olivia resisted the arguments of
both Kate and the modiste, and soon she was left alone to rest. She
stood and stretched, hands high above her head, back arched. Then with
unconcerned, leisurely deliberation, she slipped off her dressing gown
and then her stays, leaving her clad only in her shift.
She
reached down to grasp the hem and slowly, so slowly, lifted it. It
skimmed passed her knees. Clayton could hear nothing but his pulse
echoing in his ears.
If he valued his sanity, he'd move away now. The thoughts of what she might do alone and naked shuddered through him.
The linen lifted another quarter inch, revealing the pale skin of her thighs.
At
least close your eyes. Give her privacy. He was no longer a lad waiting
by the window of the mill to catch a glimpse of her as she arrived with
her father.
Another quarter inch...
But she dropped the shift, letting it fall back to her calves. "Was that enough of a show for you?"
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