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1 " As long as she would have him, the rest of the world could go hang. "
― Caroline Linden , One Night in London (The Truth About the Duke, #1)
2 " For a long moment there was only the sound of her soft, half-gasping little breaths, and the thud of his heart, loud in his ears. He had never felt this...this liberation, this unfettered contentment. Not with another woman, not after a hard day of accomplishment, not after a brilliant business maneuver, not even after beating his brothers at anything. His body was wrung out with physical satisfaction, his mind fely fogged and sluggish, but his head... 'If this be madness,' came Francesca's weak voice from behind the shining veil of her hair, 'lead me to Bedlam.' 'Perhpas tomorrow. I don't think I can make it further than the bed. "
3 " He took another deep breath as she laughed, and the vibrations rippled through her body into his. 'I could stay here forever,'he added, almost to himself, as he brushed aside her hair to nuzzle the back of her neck. She raised her head and gave him a sultry look. 'Forever! How many wicked plans do you have?' 'You have no idea,' he murmured, easing away from her. He reached around and began untying her stays. "
4 " Then he smiled again. In spite of herself, Francesca couldn’t help noticing he looked much moreattractive when he smiled like this. “You,” he said, “are quite a woman.”“It’s the Italian side of me,” she replied, as if he had just paid her a great compliment.“Indeed. I have rarely—” He paused with a sharp glance at her. “—never seen such blatantlymanaging behavior.”Francesca tipped up her chin, smiling warmly at him. She knew the fight was lost but didn’t want toleave with her tail between her legs. “Then shall I see you tomorrow, to begin our search?”“I think not.” Still smiling, he bowed his head. “Good day, Lady Gordon. "