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“Yeah? So what are you willing to give me? And before you answer, let me warn you. It had better be worth it. I’m a busy man, yeah?”
Seconds dragged and she hesitated. I took pity on her. “You’re too innocent for the likes of these games, Miss Kelly. Go back uptown, where you and your precious hymen belong. Leave the dirty business to men like me.”
Her lips pressed flat and something flashed in her expression. Determination? Anger? “I’m not as innocent as I appear.”
It took everything I had not to laugh. Instead, I dropped back a step and folded my arms. “Yeah? Prove it.”
Would she tell me a tedious tale about sharing sloppy kisses with the groom’s son? Or how she’d once read a racy novel? I resisted the urge to check my pocket watch for the time. I didn’t want to be late for this meeting.
She stared at the floor. Just when I lost all hope, she reached for her skirts. With shaking hands, she began lifting them.
I froze. What the hell?
A better man would’ve stopped her, but I was not about to interrupt whatever was happening. Was she about to flash me her quim?
No, impossible. Honest Dan Kelly’s daughter would never—
Then I saw a flash of red silk and white lace. My mouth went dry. Those were her drawers? I would’ve expected burlap or the thickest cotton known to man. Padlocked and sewn shut.
But this . . . ? Jesus fuck.
Her calves were wrapped in white silk stockings. Red silk clung to her thighs, and a delicate edge of white lace peeked out below her knees. I sucked in a breath. Heat blasted through me like a furnace, settling low in my belly.
They were the most erotic drawers I’d ever seen.
And they were on an uptown virgin?
“How . . .?” It was the best I could manage, considering.
“I have a collection. They make me feel confident. Pretty.”
She started to drop her skirts, so I had to intervene. “No, wait. Just a few more seconds, now that I’ve recovered from the shock.”
“I feel silly,” she whispered, but kept her lower half exposed to my greedy gaze.
Her thighs were thick and perfect, exactly the kind a man liked to sink between to lose himself. I couldn’t see her pussy, but I wondered if this little show was turning her on. Was she wet? My cock twitched at the idea. I would love nothing more than to drop to this hard floor, shove my face in her folds, and tongue her until she screamed. “You little vixen.”
Her fingers opened and the skirts fell to her toes. “So you see, you were wrong about me. Now, will you help me find my father?”
I stroked my jaw and considered this. My dick had a clear opinion on the matter, but I hadn’t let him run me around since I was a lad. No, I had to think about this logically.
Not many people surprised me, and the little widow had gone and done it twice tonight. Maybe I was wrong about her being boring and sheltered. Maybe she had a naughty streak just waiting to be fanned like the spark of a flame.
And her father would fucking hate her being associated with the likes of me.
I ran my tongue over my teeth. “Does the corset match?”
“Of course—but I’m not showing you.”
I could demand it, but I really did need to leave for my meeting. I went with my gut, which was never wrong, and made a decision.
I started for her. She tracked my approach, her big eyes shining up at me. Frightened or excited? Maybe both?Christ, I couldn’t wait to find out.
She began backing up, but the ring prevented her escape. Instead of going for her gun again, she lifted her chin and stood her ground.Good girl.
Closer now, I could see the bluish veins under her pale skin, the beat of her pulse along her throat. Leaning in, I dragged a knuckle over her smooth jaw. It felt like the purest silk. I longed to run my lips over that soft expanse, then scrape it with my teeth. “You agree to do whatever I want, widow, whenever I want it.”
Her breath hitched. “No,” she whispered. “I couldn’t possibly.”
