His ready imagination clothed her in green silk, with nothing under it, and then laid her on the bed with the luxurious wrapping untied to reveal her creamy, pale skin bared for him to feast upon. How the silk would slide and rustle beneath them as he came into her, and how soft the skin of her inner thighs would be against his hips…
“That would be fine,” he heard her say.
“Yes, very,” he agreed fervently.
She blinked at him, and he wondered what she’d say if she knew what he was thinking. Best not to test it, not yet.
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