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insides clenched. God, he wanted to take her. He wanted to carry her up the stairs to their bedchamber and lay her down on their bed…but it wasn’t their bedchamber, and it wasn’t their bed. Not anymore it wasn’t. Now…now it was all his, and he didn’t bloody want it without her by his side!
    “I think…you have to leave, now,” he said gruffly, taking and ushering her toward the door. He had his hand on the small of her back, as he urged her forward. She tried to stand her ground and almost took a header because her strength was really no match for his. He reached out and steadied her. “There is no use in fighting. You ain’t going to change my mind, my lady.”
    “I ain’t?” she asked unbelievably.
    “That’s not how a lady of your finery is supposed to talk,” he said.
    “Oh, indeed it is. It has become quite fashionable within the ton to use, ain’t, Freddie.”
    “Fashionable or not, it don’t sound right coming out of your fine mouth.”
    “You used to like this mouth, a lot,” she teased, turning around so her back was flat against the shut door, and he was close enough to lean down and kiss her again. He would have to lift her off her feet to do it as she was so tiny compared to him. Having her sit in his lap worked a lot better when they wanted to be intimate. Oh, God, his resolve was crumbling. She was getting her way, as she always did with him.
    “I think,” Julia said breathlessly, batting her long dark eyelashes. “I think you have me cornered, sir. Pray, don’t forget to disarm me first,” she drawled out, lifting her dress so he could see the dagger holster strapped to her thigh. Her beautiful, shapely thigh. He licked his lips. She might think he had her cornered, but he rather thought it to be the other way around. Julia had him cornered, and the little minx had done it on purpose! “Don’t you want to take it off me, Freddie?” she asked coyly, batting her long dark eyelashes at him.
    Damnation.
    She didn’t know what kind of an animal she played with. If he let the beast inside of him loose, she’d be a ruined woman. She’d love every minute of it, but she’d be his in every sense of the word. He dropped his hand to her thigh, and almost did what she wanted him to do. His palm against her bare thigh made her shiver. He wanted to continue. He wanted to take the dagger holster off her leg, and throw it aside. He wanted to kiss every single inch of her, and he wasn’t picky, he’d start with her legs first. 
    She was trying her damnable best to seduce him, and he was fighting tooth and nail to keep from falling for it. After today, he’d need to be rewarded for the ability to stay away from temptation, because she was bloody well leading him into it!
    “Oh, Julia. You are pushing me to my limits. I… Oh, hell, I ain’t no saint, why I am pretending to be one? I am a bloody scamp. I am a churl, a blackguard, a bastard, I am…and I make no bones about it,” he sighed, and scooped her up into his arms.
    “No, Freddie. You are the best man I know.” She let out a delighted little sigh, and wound her arms around his big brawny neck. She felt like a cloud in his arms, as she weighed nothing.
    He was about to open the door while balancing her with one arm, when the door was opened by a footman, who looked rather shocked at the scene he and Julia made together. The person he was admitting to the room, looked absolutely livid.
    “Uh, oh…looks like we’ve been caught, Mouse,” she giggled. “We are trapped, and we didn’t even have to use cheese.”
    He groaned. Standing before him was one woman who actually scared him a little.
    “Why, Mama, you look a little peeved,” Julia said, talking as if she was a trifle disguised. It took precious little to put Julia into a foxed state.
    “Did you drink some of my whisky?” he hissed. She might have done while he was attempting to fight his want for her, and talking his bloody head off.
    “I…I think I might have.