Chapter 11. The Sinner and the Saint (2)

He crushed her lips with his, forcing her mouth open with his tongue, taking everything from her that he’d wanted those long seven years he’d spent kissing other women, wishing they were her.

His hands went everywhere, groped at her ass and breasts like she wanted him to. She didn’t stay still either, didn’t hold back from exploring his mouth, his hard, solid body.

“Okay,” he said at last, pulling back when he felt her hand on his crotch.

“I’ve done a lot of scandalous shit, but this has officially gone too far for a dance floor.”

She took his hands, slipped them up her dress, onto her naked ass. His mouth went dry.

“Lady Emily Maine, are you—”

“Thong,” she whispered into his ear.

“Wow, that’s somehow better than no underwear. Home?”

She flashed him her beautiful smile, satisfied with his reaction to her, and gave him a nod.

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[Back at the castle]

“Is this really the best idea?” Emily asked as they stumbled their wa